A thought on the state of the (t)rap game

The promotion of the Trap lifestyle in HipHop and black culture needs to be removed. Its causing yet another generation of young black males to become barely literate reminiscent of the Antebellum days. Look at the President...you don't need that lifestyle to eat and survive like you're told over and over by songs on the Radio (albeit censored versions of course). The sad thing is they don't see the irony is the word Trap. I'm not saying I know the way to live and the way you live is wrong because I honestly don't know. I just think it's sad to see all the effort through the years made for African Americans to have the freedoms European Americans had and then go back to not contributing to society. Young Black Men - don't be afraid to think and don't worry what your boys will say about all your studying and hard work...Let your legitimately made money and Intelligence speak for itself...I want to see a Black Mark Twain...a Black Einstein...a Black Thomas Jefferson. Maybe i'm paying too much attention to race in the first place...

change

Its like this.

Change.

I just can't get over it which is probably one of the many reasons I am still existing in this plane of consciousness. We've only got such a limited time that it makes me think. Not even just concerning our death but the small relative "death" of the old Me and the people he knew and how he acted. The other day I thought about contacting some old friends that I use to have real connections with but things just didn't seem right. I can picture how it would have gone down and it isn't what I wanted. So is the answer to acquire people that I have the same kind of connection with or is all of that just lost? The worst is the one that got away. Or really there's a couple... Its so far gone now that we have nothing in common anymore. Given the fact that obviously there will be bigger, better chances put before me but how I will respond is anyone's guess. But i don't want the models or big city fine ass girls. They wouldn't know me or get me at all. "Oh you so paid, look at all those songs yall done made". While its true that I've got more fans than the average man, I ain't got enough loot to last me to the end of the week. I live by the beat like you check by check. So if it don't move your feet then I don't eat so we're like neck to neck. Andre 3000 knows what he's talking about

to be continued

take a hit from the Truth and pass that Baby Ruth

Last night while I was hitting the blunt I was thinking...

Remember the story of the Temptation of Jesus Christ? Instead of just bowing down to "Satan" and receiving all anyone could want in his lifetime, he chose to be persecuted by those people he could so easily rule for the better of them and everyone. The end.

I wonder how much of that is fact. Of course given that one, God exists...two, Satan exists in some form....and three, Jesus was a real person that walked the Earth.

I can dig the story though. I feel like I can imagine pure evil coming up to me and telling/promising me all of these pleasures I could know if I but only pledge my allegiance.

Then comes the question of what is Good/Evil? Pleasures are a big "evil" yet people all over the globe yearn and hope for them every day. Do you feel bad when you give in to pleasures? No, not at all you feel quite the opposite. You feel happy for, you know ,eating those donuts or whatever your thing is.

It's a confusing thing...being Just. How can we not question "legislation from God". If you don't happen to believe in a universal invisible friend then that legislation is just as corrupt as everything else. How can we know?

on that note...

Raps for your DingDong

Play in the snow, and get your nose all bloody.

Last time I checked my trees grow on money.

I mean my money grows on trees

check the KCJ's yea they come in 3's

Hit up the ladies, toss Fro the keys

gettin in for free, damn its good to be me.

I mean its good to be free, though

Mr. 17.5 , call me Mr. Kilo

You know we don't even feed hoes

Drop them off and then we speed home

Money is what we after, get it right

Hoes don't play a factor, til the end of the night

Drugs get you high and put you right out of sight

Feds will lock you up, better keep that butthole tight!

at the height of the white i'll be up all night. Out of sight i'm alright but i'm high as a kite.

What-ifs.  I could have.  I should have.  I would have.

Other Things

Its not that I prefer poems to other forms of written expression.

But I'm pretty sure God invented everything in a poem.

A single poem.  That described everything.

And ended up being everything.  

You know?

Its good to look at a blank sheet of paper.  Like a blank slate.  Like a baby if you will.  You can almost visibly see the possibilities.  But that which brings excitement and wonder also brings upon the self grief.  For as you look into this endless possibility you can see the possibility of that which is not good.  The optimist will look and see a promising future.  The pessimist will look and see a possibility of wrong-doing.  Consider them as a lesson for the self as what not to do.  To ignore either part of the possibility is false.  Acceptance is key.  The acceptance allows the self to adequately attend to the wrong-doing without extending and enhancing it.

People act as they do for reasons we know but can not remember.

Welcome to Anderson

I'm about to put forth a couple works of mine; the first one is old as hell and the second is from off the top of my head.

Enjoy bitches.

AGE

men shout; women scream

worry, worry, worry

children pout; no ice cream

surely, surely, surely

blind doubt; what it seems

blurry, blurry, blurry

The Prophetic Writings of Kilos Capitone Juneyer III

Amidst the smoke and mirrors I can see a reflection of myself.  

It's not what you think but what they think of your self.

But is it really there or are they just a memory?

Thinking to myself its time to make another.

Thinking to his self the man was consumed.

The woman in the distance shouts a bitter song.

It's not what I think but how it is described by others.

The stuff about things is unresolved by those in charge.

The grass reminds me of a slower time of infinite motion.

It's not my loss of sound that can't be heard nor sung.

The bird singing seems to me to be a sweet melody

Of nothingness, Losing in this day of material bliss.

Dancing I feel the particles of space-time.

Eons of Millennia pass by without notice by us.

It's not improbable to become what is thought impossible.

Must we explain how we became entranced by all who came?

possible explanations coming soon?

Reasons why Blogs Blow

1.  They are usually written and hosted by the most uninteresting people you know.

2.  They are abused by kids who get beat up at school everyday.

3.  If you find yourself updating it everyday and making it about your day.....just stop.  Please.

4.  It's like being a writer! except without the need for talent, the connections, the money, the drugs, and the ladies.  You aren't a writer unless you are published....and no this doesn't count.

5.  Think of the coolest people you know.  I will bet you none of them have a blog.

but that just changed.  I'll wait to take credit later on.  For now I'll leave you with a little Haiku

My mind keeps me sound,

     I want more - than I can have,

          The Cycle goes 'round.