Brothers and Sisters.

You and your family are cordially invited to the first ever Frederick Douglass Marcus Garvey Juneteenth Celebration with the Asbery’s

JUNE 19th | 3 PM – UNTIL

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DRESS CODE: ALL BLACK EVERYTHING

Kids included! There will be an all black group photo during the event. Don’t have yourself and the fam looking like you don’t belong. ALL BLACK EVERYTHING!

Red, Green, Yellow, and Gold accents are encouraged.

GROUP GAMES

Black Jeopardy

It’s Jeopardy! But for the culture. RIP Alex Trebek. Featuring categories such as: Black History | For the Culture | Music | Y-P-PUL | Coming to America

Black Card Revoked

A fun and nostalgia-filled game celebrating American black popular culture. It’s bound to invoke hilarious debates among young and old alike. Don’t get your black card revoked!

Negro Spirituals

During the event we will gather and sing the 2 Black National Anthems. Be sure to memorize the lyrics to both songs or have your smartphone ready to read along. Below you will find the lyrics i.e required reading.

O.G. Black National Anthem

Lift Every Voice and Sing

by J. Rosamond

Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won

Stony the road we trod
Bitter the chastening rod
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died
Yet with a steady beat
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered
Out from the gloomy past
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast

God of our weary years
God of our silent tears
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way
Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee
Shadowed beneath Thy hand
May we forever stand
True to our God
True to our native land
Our native land

New Black National Anthem

Dreams & Nightmares

by Meek Mill

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do.”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lion-hearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m a artist
No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’, with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin’, fuckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em
I did it without a album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil’ nigga, I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I’m flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari – hater, rest in peace
Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout my niggas, then what you talkin’ ’bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga!

Hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin, y’all thought it was rented?
Flexin’ on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo my new bitch, she don’t ride like my Ghost
I’m ridin’ around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
‘Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
‘Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
‘Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that’s rollin’, I got niggas throwin’ B’s
I done did the DOA’s, I done did the KOD’s
Every time I’m in that bitch, I get to throwin’ 30 G’s
But now I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’
We young niggas, we mobbin’, like Batman and we’re robbin’
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin’
I’m like, “Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?”
If you ain’t about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up!
If you diss me in your raps I’ll get yo’ pussy-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could
Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock
And they be throwin’ deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I’m the king of my city ’cause I’m still callin’ them shots
And these lames talkin’ that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon’ remember me, I say remember me
So much money, have yo friends turn in yo enemies
And when there’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go for 40, ain’t no 10 a key
Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick?
It was somethin’ about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone

Spades Workshop

We want our brothers and sisters to have a good time and leave as better brothers and sisters. As a result, we have created a safe space to learn Spades. We understand that some of us were failed during our childhood and never learned to play Spades. These people often suffer from social anxiety at family picnics and BBQs. We want to put an end to that.