My Bredren and I journeyed beyond the walls and bounds of this oppressors captivity, to the land where our forefathers were first abandoned. Our aim was to reach out to our distant relatives and bridge the enforced cultural gaps amongst the diaspora. The Cuban hip hop festival was too tempting to pass up. We arrived in Havana on Aug 14, 2009 the day after Fidel's birthday, almost immediately we met up with some local brothers and street ninjas who rhymed. Nothing but warm memories
February 07, 2010
Nota: Esta gente como que les salio el tiro por la culata y se dieron cuenta de la represión que se vive en Cuba.