bbydollz
Bang bang bang pull the trang as I shoot my sh*t
what a waste...His character was so good, this scene gives me chills.
https://youtu.be/5Grz24sgWdw
You want help? Fine. Let me tell you a story. "Once upon a time, a man got fµcked." Now, how is that for a story? 'Cause that's the story of black people in America. [chuckles] sh!t, you all don't know you black yet. You think you just people. Let me be the first to tell you that you are all black. The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here and decided they white, and you get to be black, and that's the nice name they call you.
Let me paint a picture of what's waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk and honey, and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off and worked to death. The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fµck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fµck!ng purple shirt? The only good news is the tobacco your grandkids are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer.
And I ain't even started yet. A hundred years later. You're fµcked. A hundred years after that. fµcked. A hundred years after you get free, you still getting fµcked out a job and shot at by police.
You see what I'm saying? This guy gets it. I like him. He's getting angry. Angry is good. Angry, gets sh!t done.
You shed tears for Compe Anansi, and here he is, telling you, you are staring down the barrel of 300 years of subjugation, racist bµllsh!t and heart disease. He is telling you there isn't one goddamn reason you shouldn't go up there right now and slit the throats of every last one of these Dutch motherfuckers and set fire to this ship!
https://youtu.be/5Grz24sgWdw
You want help? Fine. Let me tell you a story. "Once upon a time, a man got fµcked." Now, how is that for a story? 'Cause that's the story of black people in America. [chuckles] sh!t, you all don't know you black yet. You think you just people. Let me be the first to tell you that you are all black. The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here and decided they white, and you get to be black, and that's the nice name they call you.
Let me paint a picture of what's waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk and honey, and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off and worked to death. The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fµck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fµck!ng purple shirt? The only good news is the tobacco your grandkids are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer.
And I ain't even started yet. A hundred years later. You're fµcked. A hundred years after that. fµcked. A hundred years after you get free, you still getting fµcked out a job and shot at by police.
You see what I'm saying? This guy gets it. I like him. He's getting angry. Angry is good. Angry, gets sh!t done.
You shed tears for Compe Anansi, and here he is, telling you, you are staring down the barrel of 300 years of subjugation, racist bµllsh!t and heart disease. He is telling you there isn't one goddamn reason you shouldn't go up there right now and slit the throats of every last one of these Dutch motherfuckers and set fire to this ship!