Words from the heart and soul are disappearing
Scattered words floating on the move
Is Time coming to an end?
Humanity from the heart and soul are dying
Dying is the dream, dream of a nation shining
Vanishing is the strength, strength in the spirit
Spirit of a union with varied colors and words
Words fighting words, swollen heart and soul
Tears in our mother’s eyes as we fight
Fighting brothers, is it the new spirit of the Union?
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn’t hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity’s at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there’s always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he’d get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to ‘em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren’t concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she’d gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I’m falling and I can’t turn back
I’m falling and I can’t turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start to cringe n stutter
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
his corruption had successfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn’t there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I’m telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flower
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you’ll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever
I’m callin out to you lord, because I need your help
See once again I’m havin difficulty savin myself
Behavin myself, you told me what to do, and I do it
But every and now and then, gets a little harder to go through it
Losin friends, day by day
I’m in so much pain when I’m here lord, please take me away
I put you here to do a job, and your work ain’t done
to live is to suffer, but you’re still my son
and there will be a time when you shine as bright as the stars
but there won’t be a, his or hers, just ours
then you’ll see what I’ve been tryin to show you, all these years
do the right thing; cause after the tears, come the cheers
I will, my lord, with my heart, and my soul
That’s gonna be how I roll, from now until I’m old
Lead and I’ll follow, you take away the sorrow
I’ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow
The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste.
To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish.
The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste.
The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish. So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan? To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies (still) put the fish in the tanks. But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state.
Like the Japanese fish -
“Man thrives, oddly enough, only in the presence of a challenging environment.”
- L. Ron Hubbard.
Challenges are what keep us FRESH! Instead of avoiding challenges, jump into them. Beat the heck out of them. Enjoy the game. If your challenges are too large or too numerous, reorganize the challenge, team up, be resourceful and do not give up. Failing makes you tired. If you have met your goals, set some bigger goals. Once you meet your personal or family needs, move onto goals for your group, the society, even mankind.
Don’t create success and lie in it. You have resources, skills and abilities to make a difference. Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go!
-Author Unknown
(Courtesy a forward from Anubhuti Mathur… danke!!)
its been six years, since this supposed war on terror
could it be a personal grievance or some kind of error
cos we done more than kill terrorists
we’ve put the future of Iraqi kids at risk
for a target we happened to eventually miss
i cant help but ask, crimes are meant to be punished, but now we have this?
Osama’s still missing, like so many American soldiers
and Iraqis lying dead across rock hard boulders
instead of bullets and grenades, and all the military charades
we seem to be starting a crusade for bush and his aides
but forget the fake emotions and false show of concern
lets just pause for a second, and watch Iraq burn
was the war against a nation or a one man army
either ways, what gives Americans the right to harm me?
i ain’t part of the nation nor am i the one man army
but you stare at the airport, waiting for cops to come disarm me,
I’m not carrying anything on, i come from India, its the land of non violence, we’re all sons of Gandhi
i seem to wonder, if this world is a blunder
or we as humans expected to loot and plunder.
we start suspecting faces, people from different places
just because of the color of their races
cos some fanatic is committing crimes that don’t leave traces
but lets stop and question, ask them whats the basis
aren’t you being a hypocrite as you find yourself being partial to certain races
its all about the color of our skin,
if its brown I’m considered part of Osama’s kin
and if my eyes are slit, like a Chinese guy
you fear i may spread sars? why
and just cos my brother is black
don’t mean his objective is to get aids back on the map
if i ain’t white, then things don’t look too bright
but its ok if your white to decide you wanna fight
and blow out a country even if it ain’t right
and then talk about creating rules of harmony
when your primary objective is get your hands on more money
instead of a war on poverty they have a war on drugs so the police can bother me
but thats ok, if your talking about standards
but maintain them instead of changing it when its doesn’t suit you bastards
cos you seem like cowards, the way you attack with such force
but on little helpless village kids… thats just simply gross
we need for nations to unite
and against real problems, be ready to fight
cos i know i will, and with all my might
make a difference, try to make one negative point right
