For Cowardice.

Revolutions are being born all around us.

This new generation of the Divine can no longer stomach the stale & abject taste of the system they force upon us. They dress the rancid flavor in the material, in false ideas of success, of a happiness they claim can only be found outside of us.

WE ARE UNSATISFIED WITH THIS LIE THEY CALL NOURISHMENT.

Some of us would rather starve, would rather die & return to our maker than subject ourselves & our freedom to this modern prison system.

They enslave our hearts, minds, body & potential.

With their limitations, with their arrogant pride.

Individualism promoted for the cause of capitalism. We play with our toys, we equate them to life. We forget this is all puppetry, we think money equal to the bliss of true existence. We think we can purchase with our imaginary system of currency the true gift that we were born with. We worship the tools we have made with our own hands.

We forget the Universal.

& we call our amnesia "Truth". We wear our cowardice with pride, calling it intelligence. We feed into the lie, we grow fat off of it. We die. Over & over again, wandering through the wasteland like the Israeli ancestors who wandered blindly for many decades because they forgot the true covenant they made with their Maker. Our hearts, our souls, wander & wander. Never satisfied, never fed. Always seeking "a little more". Our comfort is deception. Our "joy" an illusion. If it is not born within the fire that burns in you, the fire that warms your blood, it is false & you have been enslaved.

Babylon drinks your blood from her bejewelled goblet & you freely, hungrily bleed out for her, for a touch of her riches, a taste of her apparent wealth.

But the fool lights the fire wherein one day he must burn.

& burn you shall along with her.

You claim you fear death & I simply laugh at your misconception.

My brother, my sister, you are already dead.

Your tombstone is encrusted with diamonds & rubies, but what good is a Range when it's time to go home? These things you claim you "need", that are not natural to your Spirit shackle you to the destruction of this earth.

You cannot recognise nor feel the heavy weight you have borne upon yourself & your future.

You live in hell & wilfully ignore the burning & festering skin that decorates your Temple as a result. You dress it up in jewels, your swag, your wealth, your technology, your cars, your weaves, your bitches, your niggas, your hoes.

You fear freedom.
You'd rather suffer.

To each his own I say.
I only ask that you don't expect me to do the same.

I am not among.
I am not like you.
My family, my ancestry, what Allah has revealed to me about the many planes of this existence disenables me from investing in this fuckery.

Rebel I must.
Revolt I must.
Fight for every division of freedom I feel the need to.
I must.
As Mr. Lamar says I'm in the dead fucking centre looking around.

I spent 21 years searching for answers until I realised that it cannot be found outside of me, that every answer I shall ever need lies beneath my epidermis.

As does my God.
My soul.
My Truth.

No, they can't control us.

The truth is written clearly in the prophecies of every religion. Your Bible's speak these truth's. The Revelations speak of your present destruction. The answers are right in front of you, inside you, behind you, above you, beneath you.

The answer IS you.

Know yourself.
Tap into the Hive Mind.
Or continue in your life of death.

Your choice.

Reality

"I want to make something very clear in my understanding of love. Not even in my understanding, in the reality that is love. I want it to be known that if you stay with somebody because you are afraid to hurt that person, you are lying to that person & you staying with them is even worse than you leaving them.

Because you are trying to shield them from reality. You are lying to them.

If you break up with somebody & she goes on her knees & she's crying & she's begging you & she tells you that you are her life? & you are so affected by her one statement that you run & you tell niggas "No one's ever said that to me before, this must be really serious" & you're looking in my face & telling me that that emotional hysteria, that dysfunction, that psychological DISEASE is love.

It doesn't worry you?

That this girl, how ever old she is, how ever young she is, looks to another human being & amounts that human being to her entire existence? When in reality, she doesn't even know this human being, this human being has an entire different side to him that he is hiding, & he is shielding from her. Trying to protect her, all in the name of what he says is love.

I don't ever want to be in that position.
I don't ever want to be in that girl's position.
Ever, in any of my lifetimes.

Cause when I think about it, I remember I once loved a boy like that. He broke up with me & I was crying my eyes out, I was calling, I was begging, I completely made a fool out of myself & here today I still stand, alive & well & strong & BETTER FOR IT.

Because he gave me reality.
He did not want to lie to me, no matter how painful it might've been for me at the time. He LET me learn & heal, he could not, would not & did not shield me from this world. He did not shelter me, he did not appease me, he did not compromise.

& if you do not do the same? You damage her. More than you can ever say you love her. Her telling you that you are her life? Is dangerous, especially when you do not feel the same way. Loving her suddenly becomes a chore, what disrespect!

Why not let this girl go & perhaps find somebody that can love her as deeply as she claims to love whatever you she thinks she knows?

Why do you hold them back in the name of keeping them safe? When it is not your place to?

You don't put on no fucking armor when they ain't no mother fucking beasts to slay!

You're shielding her from reality, from truth! & so what if that shit makes her cry? She will continue on! She will grow better & she will learn to love this world even deeper & even more, because she will learn to love HERSELF.

How can you say your boyfriend is your life?

No nigga should be your life, nobody else but your Self & your God should equate to such.

That shit is dangerous & it disturbs me & it's painful for me to think that this poor girl is sitting there thinking something completely different from the reality that IS. All in your name of protecting her.

What disgust, this produces in me.

I don't ever want to be that position. I fucking pity that girl. Because you are shielding her from reality. You're lying to her. In the name of love.

These niggas, when they're telling me a dysfunctional ass babe is going all crazy over 'em & they're telling me that "Nah, I can't leave her, I can't leave her, I don't wanna hurt her, I don't wanna hurt her" All that nonsense? "It's so hard for me to let go"?

Really, IT AIN'T ABOUT THE GIRL.

It's about you & your mother fucking ego.

You love that she's so fucking hysteric about you, you love it! The attention! The power! It makes you feel so strong, so capable & so you keep it up, saying you're protecting her.

Saying that you can tell that the tears really affected her, that she was weak after two days? YEAH NIGGA WE ALL WERE.

EVERYBODY.

Every single strong ass Queen braved this fire of delusion, when they are crying their eyes out for a FOOL.

Cause that's what you being right now.

A fool.

You thinking that you can dole out the lessons God might have in store for these people? You thinking that you wasting her TIME is SAVING her? Cause what happens now? You don't want to settle, you don't want to compromise, you don't want to be with this girl, you keep on lying & lying, loving her suddenly equates to a sacrifice! A burden! You keep drawing it out, this time that she could be using to heal, to better understand herself, you keep on shielding her from & one day when that truth finally rips it way out of your mouth it will be done violently! It will be so much more painful & this girl might not survive it & it will all be because of your own,

SELFISHNESS.

Compromise? Is Cowardice.

You do what you do for your own happiness. Reality is the only thing that can provide that. & God will sort everybody else the fuck out. Don't worry about these girls. We're strong, we will overcome, we were built to.

Reality is what we need.

& reality is what you need to feed them.

If you cannot give them reality? My nigga, don't come round my way. Do not speak to me about these girls. Do not talk to me, do not complain to me, do not tell me a damn thing. Because every time you tell "My girlfriend this, my girlfriend that" my heart cries out in PAIN for my fellow sister.

You have shackled her in a cage of delusion & you proudly wear the key around your neck.

& you call it love.

That ain't real nigga.

This is emotional dysfunction supporting emotional dysfunction.

That's all the fuck there is to that.

& if you don't have the balls to face the true reality of it? Well my nigga, MAN THE FUCK UP.

Fuck you got a dick for?

Nonsense. "

Star shines bright but the light rarely stays on.

I didn't sleep last night and was fortunate enough to watch the sun come up. Although I never actually saw the sun, it was just the slow and steady illumination of the world outside my window that touched my core and gave me pure serenity.

As I watched this light increase my mind traveled to thoughts of the sun, of the stars, of the universe, of the great dark space that encompasses this planet and I was amazed, I was inspired, I was in love. I carried these thoughts with me through out the day and it touched everything I came into contact with.

I discovered iTunes U this morning. Free university lectures from some of the best school's in the world, free information, free education, free knowledge and it blew my mind. I spent 2 hours listening to Dr. Paul Bloom who teaches at Yale University, 2 blessed hours in which I learnt about dualism and cognitive psychology. When I finished these lectures, I felt fulfilled because I truly love learning, and then I suddenly thought of Waka Flocka Flacka.

And felt very afraid.

Our generation has been blessed with the gift of limitless information, information that is only a few clicks of a mouse away, information that rivals that of Alexander the Great's own fabled library, information that once nations and empires ravaged the planet for, and yet my generation wants nothing to do with it.

As children we are raised to be better than our parents, to be an advanced variation of their souls, to be the 2.0 of their legacy, and yet we waste away and disappoint them. Why is it that now that we are free to learn and encompass all, and truly be all that we can, we waste it?

Why are you content in your stupidity? In your ignorance?

1. I love fashion, I love weed, I love music.

2. I love psychology, I love history, I love philosophy.

Why does #1 make me a normal human being and #2 make me a nerd freak?

If I say my expectations for my generation are too high I would be insulting the being that created us, I would be insulting my very existence, I would be insulting anyone that ever fought or died to give us this edification.

A lot of the times I am looked at like an alien because of my wide range of interests, when someone walks in on me watching The History Channel, the first question they ask is;

“What the fuck are you watching?”

And at this point I honestly think that I am what my ancestors wanted our generation to become, I am the full embodiment of what we are supposed to be. And yet, I'M the strange one. You're walking around with shackles on your brains and you don't even realize that you've bought into the mass mental slavery that is 21st century marketing.

You're basic cattle infected with mad cow disease and you've have been ravaged by this infection for so long that is has become a part of your life so when you come across another animal sans the affliction you are so blinded and taken over by your physical filth that a healthy representation of your race is deemed unnatural by your sensory neurons.

This generation is suffering from a mass case of the Stockholm syndrome. You trust and love your captor, you see anything else as foreign and unwelcome, you see knowledge as the enemy.

There is nothing wrong with opening a book and reading it, that is what they are for, there is nothing wrong with knowing how much venom a rattle snake holds in it's fangs, there is nothing wrong with knowing the exact coordinates of your home or workplace, there is nothing wrong with being a genius.

And there should be nothing 'strange' about being smart. Why should intelligence be special? Why can it not be the average? You're so busy searching for Katt Stack videos and hoes on WSHH when you could be traveling through the universe with Professor Chung in HD.

Why does my generation choose ignorance over wisdom?

I don't want to care, and in any other situation I wouldn't. But I want to raise a family in this world, this world that seems to be crumbling around me socially, everyday we lose another bright young brain to this monster, everyday the light lessens and it frightens me because if my generation has been degraded to such a level...what about the next? And the next? And the next?

You have to understand, that from this point on in human history the resources we have, the resources we can use in our development have never been seen or implemented in any of the generations before us, we are truly different on all levels.

We are the forefathers of the information age, we are the beginning.

AND WE ARE FUCKING IDIOTS.

How can there be hope for the next?

But for some strange reason, I still do have hope, it's tiny, absolutely miniscule but it's still there. It's sewn into my soul, it flows in my blood, because I can't succumb to the fear of this mental disease. I can't surrender to this deception.

Because somehow I survived this mass cerebral genocide and my endurance is proof enough for that little flicker of hope to pull through. Because we're made up of the same material, the same number of atoms, the same number of cells, and if I can supersede this you can too.

"Life without knowledge is death in disguise"

Sprit Trinkets.

Reflection eternal in the pools of my mind, Sunday morning's sunshine filters through the tinted windows of my modern day physical prison. I specify the state, because my mind will never be shackled. Reflection eternal translated in my fingers, in my mouth, in my brain.

Reflection eternal helps me unwind.

Ooooo.

It's just random train of thoughts, no styling, no concealer just me and my brain connecting to the tubes of my fickle heart. In and out, up and down, left and right feel the vibe.

Support the underground. Support the soul.

There is freedom in finding yourself, when you take the world expectations off your shoulders you find the ultimate path to spiritual redemption. All in the spirit, all in the mind, your material objects can never define.

Am I rhyming? When I did start doing that? My poetry develops unconsciously to free flowing instrumentals in the extensive library of my musical tastes.

No cock blocking please this one's mine.

Light it up and float away, the trials will pass, the path will reveal itself.

Find yourself and touch forever.

Amen.