My fingers With dust in their callouses,
I lay on her naked scalp.
O, This must be the way.
This must be what is meant When we whisper seriously That word: “Serenity”
My fingers With dust in their callouses,
I lay on her naked scalp.
O, This must be the way.
This must be what is meant When we whisper seriously That word: “Serenity”
AfroJack is for me and you:
Modern day accessory pulled out of a context of oppression.
Plug into the AfroJack and escape all problems:
“You are Pretty too!”
I mean, it’s practical too! There’s no reason not to have it; not to purchase it.
You an I both want the same thing:
Tortured AfroJack dreams.
In so many colors, in so many countries around the globe, taking a stand against a commercial lexicon of repression.
It’s the product for real revolutionaries.