A
while back, Dope House announced that they had hired a Social Media guru to
assist them in re-vamping the Dope House web presence; one facet of that
undertaking is to start up a monthly E-mail newsletter; at
this time, it will probably be focused mainly on the movement to free SPM, actions
you can take to help spread the word, how to contact people, etc.
At
this time, they’re looking for content for that newsletter, and it would be
great of some of you could step forward and help with that. They’re looking for
stories about SPM and Dope House, original artwork to inspire interest in the
case, articles that address why you’re interested in righting the injustice,
and pretty much anything that can inform & educate.
They
also want pictures of you in an SPM shirt, or with your collection of Dope
House albums, posters, posing with Dope House artists, etc. If you don’t have a
‘Free SPM’ shirt, check out Medicine Girl’s website for men’s and women’s
styles.
@BrentMorton, the aforementioned Social Media Guru, is estimating that this
newsletter will start going out early in 2013, so please, consider
contributing. You can submit content, and/or subscribe at this address: dopehouseletter@gmail.com
In a similar vein, you
may already be aware that this blog has a Tumblr page; one thing I don’t see a
lot of is gifs made from SPM’s music videos. I am pretty much
illiterate when it comes to flash, but I would love to see a few of these
showing Carlos Coy, with either lyrics from his songs, OR quotes from his most
recent letters. If you make a good one, post it on Tumblr tagged 'spmaftermath' and I’ll reblog it,
post it here, and give you credit.
17 comments:
"What I miss doesn't exist anymore" SPM
^ that's fucking deep. Some of the realist shit I've read
"When You're Hungry, Gotta Use You Imagination" SPM Swim Lyrics...
"Its a mad world, more cash, more worries."
" I Fight for the ones that's standing in prison."
"Maan, like Martin Luther King
I got a dream, I just wanna see the fuckin' Wet Back on T.V.
Like ABC, or NBC, or CBS, or fuckin' MTV
I ain't nobody special man, I'm just like you"
all this quotes are from the song Drunk man talking :) AND FREE SPM!!
"Ill take yo nuts, and hang em on my christmas tree"
"we was kids playin football, havin fun, and now we playin shoot yall, with real guns"
"No blue or red, thats leavin fools dead"
FREE SPM!!
mamma told me life is Like ballet got to stay on your toes.
My gun is hot, my heart is cold Everyone around me has killed before
Spm-bloody war
"Diamonds and cars won't make a man happy, your jewels in life are your friends and family."-At Shetoro's Crib. FREE SPM!!!
I spend a lot of time away from family and friends, the first song I wrote was a song called "Revenge." Ever since then, my weapon was a pen. But I still kept a strap for them devilish men. Sucka better ducka from that Buh Buh Bucka! Do a fly by shoot your aunt and your uncle. Does anybody understand the life of the trill? Pigs and snitches get along cause' they squeel.
This green is so delicious, mom's still bitching Why don't you ever listen and rap like a christian Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no fucking hope The only time I run is when I'm running dope I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid Cause I smoke kill and my dick's fucking crooked Well fuck you too, I'ma call my crew Pack a 22 if you want some beef stu Sipping 80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot I'm at 3-25 if you want more than 50 But I don't slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black market Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette Valet park it, 600 starship Will this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha -suckaz and hataz
I'm kinda hotta than lava, I got a dog that slobba I might be yo father betta ask yo mama I practice Karate like the boy Chuck Norris I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the hell dem eatin my porridge?" Hoggin and doggin
"Its All Craculatin' While I Roll On 3 Daytons,
I'm The One That Introduced Your Homeboy To Satan,
Now He's Down There Waitin' Till Its My Turn To Join'em,
Oilin' Up My 9 'Cuz They Got My Blood Boilin',
Keep The Mic Recordin' It Was 4 In The Mornin',
My Homie Got Smoked And I Found Out It Was Your Men,
I'm Callin' Up My Heater I Mean My A-R 15,
And My Snubnose Glock Is My Fuckin' Black Queen,
Meet'em At The Party, I Slices And Dices,
Now Theirs Bitches Screamin', Don't You Like Surprizes,
I Let'er Get Away Now She Got A Big Gasp,
Now Everytime She Close Her Eyes She Sees My Black Mask,
In The Land Of The Free, The Home Of The Brave,
Not Only Did He Kill'em But He Tagged Up His Grave,
Can We Ever Be Saved, I Just Don't Know,
I'ma Chop The Game Up With Shaun G And GoldToes"
(2nd Verse- SPM)
Song: Game Untold(Feat. Grimm & Mr. Kee)
Album: Black N Brown Ryda Thugz 2001
"High price Hoochie , love that coochie , but I wont sit back & let a broad use me" (:
"It's Christmas time so im bangin screwed up jingle bells" <3
" 99 percent of all criminals & dope dealers get busted by bullets or fckn squeelers & the 1 percent that made it was pure luck, cuz even he'll tell you that his life aint worth a fck " !
Flippin' ex-o trippin' got the new kicks from that boy scotty pippen, still ain't livin' skin off the chicken and you hoes already know what i'm sippin', still a big dipper still a strait killer still unloadin' off the 18 wheeler, NOBODY BETTER NEVER EVER EVER, GLASS ON MY LAC LIKE THAT GIRL CINDERELLA, hand on my retta' surf on the netta' lookin' for a shreader and a polo sweater, beef gets settled strait from the ghetto, say you coming back homeboy aqui te espero, Hillwood TX. not many mexicans except the one that got the two 600 engines, don't ask questions don't give answers, sittin' at the bar cause' i'm not a good dancer, it's the day after pray for me pastor mix a little purple with a strawberry shasta, or the creame soda rollin' in a cobra motherfuckin' thug on the 5th of October, servin' that coca it's the vida loca, catch her at the club i'ma slap her than choke her, still a ballaholic bought it and I shot it, call it what you call it more brown bags than Sonic and i'm abra cadabra STRUGGLER NOT A STRAGLER, BUBBLER NOT A BABBLER, HUSTLER NOT A HASSLER, NEVER BEEN A BATCHLOR, ALWAYS BEEN MARRIED, TO THESE FUCKIN' STREETS STAYING LOYAL TILL' I'M BURIED i'ma swang i'ma swerve I think i'm seeing blurred with my boy Serge in the truck watchin' spurs, with my persian princess on 22 inches when I sleep she say that my trigger finger twitches, i'm supersticious and I believe in ghosts, so many hoes wanna be with the Los, i'm tweekin' on the motherfuckin' weed that I smoke, doin' 95 on my motherfuckin boat, ridin' them waves chunkin' up my traes, Lobo called me up talkin' bout he want a raise, crime sho pays don't do braids keep a low cut like that boy Norman Baits, rattles and it shakes jumps and it breaks white candy paint looks like the pearly gates, sellin' my tapes in 50 different states fuck the radio cause you motherfuckers hate, but it's all good i'm from a small hood tie his bitchass up and bring him back to Hillwood, and my levi's sag down to my nuts with a t-shirt that says weed is not drugs, be one of us live in a rush, just put diamonds on my baby's hair brush, I fuck with the plus and not the minus and I just might let my black nine bust!
Whoever you are you're the real mvp at this moment I been looking for that song for about 8 to 9 years now. Thank you!
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