The older I get the further I fall out of the dream and into reality, I speak the truth amongst people and they tend to get mad at me, they say the way I talk could be classified as blasphemy, when I say faith in god, is belief in yourself, those hardcore religious folks say I need help, I just believe that we was giving the tools, fine working machines, and prayer just tighten the screws, as a young man I was afraid of my views, but I got a little living under my belt, did a little studying to understand why I felt how I felt, see its hard for me to believe in the written words of another man, who felt the need to oppress another man, long before thieves entered the mother land, where life had already began, but than erased that, then try to sale me something I know isn't fact....then chalk it up to faith...
I love ya'll....so don't get lost in the word,use your faith to power your belief in self, prayer without action is just begging.....
Peace
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Evolution of Thought in Rhythmatic form (not a rap)
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Niggas in Paradise
Now everyone trippin about a lil tweet of the "N" word,....smh...stop it, it is really not that serious...One she tweeted Niggas, with a picture of her one stage with her friends performing their song "Niggas in Paradise...now given that information let's you know it wasn't tweeted with malice intent, further more, the word Nigga was created with in the urban Hiphop culture to combat the derogatory word Nigger which white America had placed upon our head, but with us being so sensitive and dramatic, we have given even more strength to this word, anything close or similar is taboo...crazy thing is we have accepted two of the most degrading classifications that could be, why not boycott the label of Blacks...I am not black my skin is brown, why not be super offended when we hear colored, I my skin doesn't change colors, even the word Negro, that's just foreign for black....come on my people we have done this "N" thing to long let's get a new argument...white folk don't set back and accept white, no ask them and they will tell you, I am French, English, Scotish, German, Spanish..etc...shit I will no longer classify my self as black, my nationality is not a color, I am American...Thank You...Niggas...
Love
M.Hymes Jr. Est. 1978
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Spoils or Plight of the American Athlete
$2,000,000.00 home, $300,000.00 car, $80,000.00 watch...wait $80,000.00 watch!!!...yeah that's more than the average American make in 2 years...yet this is spent on a valueless object like a wrist watch and why you say...well let me explain. The face of the American super athlete resembles the face of past American poverty, current under educated America...how can a 20 year old who has learned to survive on under $25,000.00 a year manage a super size increase in money, right they can't....how does a 20 year old who values $120 pair of jordans know not to purchase that $80,000.00...right they don't....see these athletes are encouraged to leave our university early or bypass them altogether, just to gain financial prowess, to elevate a family that has smartly balanced themselves on minimum dollars, just to have the educated predators suck them dry because the lack of understanding of how to operate in this new financial bracket...so when you look at the high price spoiled young troublesome American athlete please realize its by American design......
Education is power
M.Hymes Jr. Est 1978
Monday, June 4, 2012
Alone in my Thoughts
Life is this complex series of riddles and puzzle intertwined to create some meaning, yet when all solved it begins the ending of this physical being, just to start an even more beautiful enigma....wow...with something so complex it could be hard to enjoy the simple things...a wise man once told me, " Things with little meaning tend to make life fuller, while those we believe to have meaning drains the energy of life.", who am I kidding I am that wise man it is my saying. Love, Like, Lust....simple words with simple meanings yet thrust in emotional contexts become these enormous entities, of explosives...now I am not a man without feeling, a man without dreams, but my fantasy is nothing more than me letting go briefly of my reality yet keeping it anchored to actuality...I've loved and I've lost, i've lost and I've loved...but to it all I still loved..the pain is to have that questioned, it's hard to know a person true...since we can't pull back the flesh and muscle..and look at a man's soul..never regret intentions, just sadden by interpretations.....
Love
M.Hymes Jr. Est.1978