philosophy

Started From The Bottom…

I’ve been a nigger; ignorant and blind in my ways, while shunning all wisdom and knowledge.I’ve been a fool; controlled by my thoughts and passions, thus acting out of impulse and not clear thinking.

I’ve been a heathen; wild and untamed with no direction nor purpose that was conducive to my well-being. I’ve been at the bottom. I’ve slept at the bottom. I’ve ate at the bottom.

But now, I strive for greater things. I strive to be intelligent; capable of understanding the principles of life and comprehending all aspects of it. I strive to be wise; possessing and showing good judgement in all situations and circumstances, good or bad.

I strive to be humble; respectful and reserved, abstaining from all forms of arrogance.

I strive to be conscious; knowing my self fully and completely while inhibiting a deep awareness of that Divine energy that permeates our bodies and Universe.

But most of all, I strive to be a King; one who leads his household, his Queen, and his community; using wisdom, strength and patience. To provide, protect, encourage, guide and cherish all who reside in MY kingdom… I strive to be better tomorrow than I am today…

 ~ Jah Soul

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Shame on you!!

Ha Ha Ha! Shame on you!!!This is too funny but still, shame on you!! 

McGraw Hill printed one of the most egregious passages I’ve read 

In the history of all my studies or education.

“The Atlantic slave trade between the 1500’s and 1800’s brought millions of workers

from Africa to the Southern United States to work on agricultural plantation”.

Shame on you!! Due to your ancestors actions, now you choose

To apologize, sympathize and ask for retractions.

You say a committee of parents, teachers, community leaders and

Administrators reviewed this book and no one was concerned or made

recommendations to correct the information.

Shame on you for not having a person with a soul for the public review.

Because if there was, that person would have screamed at least one time or maybe a few.

If a 15 year old has the social awareness to teach his mother, any person with common

Sense should’ve known this information was offensive to people of color.

Then you have the nerve to say “we do the best we can”, that may be good

Enough if you are white but it’s not good enough for the black man.

Distorting history won’t change the facts or the shame.

We were not immigrants or hired workers but hostages and slaves in name.

Immigrants come on their own accord and free will.

Our ride was free but forced; a high price paid, many died and many killed.

We never got paid or got to pick any employer on these “agricultural plantations”.

We built this land with sweat and blood without any payments or reparations.

Shame on you , McGraw Hill, for not telling what matters.

Shame on you for trying to put slavery under immigration patterns.

This black and white thing between us forever has been harsh.

But substituting immigrants for slaves is truly a farce.

It is what it is, don’t twist it…let it be.

Shame on you for not telling the truth, setting us free…

 ~DeVyne Tha Messenjah

Consider This

All of this mental stimulation that’s being forced into our vision can cause one to go blind morally. Feeling euphorically inclined to intertwine with another body, and most times, any body will do. We’ve become lust filled, so we must fulfill that gratification instantly, which causes us to shut off our common sense. Once the blood drains from our brains in to our lower region, we become as heathens. Sleeping with the enemy, we pretend to be in love; all for the sake of a good orgasm. Casual dates turn in to casual sex, and once that cow is milked, it’s on to the next. The size of a man’s genitals has become essential. As long as he has eight or nine, he’s fine; and his girth somehow out-weighs his self-worth. Know that a King has more to bring to the table than just good din-a-ling. And fella’s, we must do better, a fat butt and thick thighs does not imply she will be a good wife. You might want to delve a little deeper before you decide to keep her. Her sex and body may be amazing now, but when she is 80, will she still be your baby? A Kween is many things but one thing she is not, is a THOT.

~ Jah Soul

The Inevitable

Time presses on
Pushing up against our future
Facing expectations to the edge of existence
People whine
Wanting to turn back the hands of time
But time doesn’t unwind for anyone
So…
We’re forced to accept our destiny
Whether it brings pleasure,
whether it brings pain
All you can do is remain steadfast
and don’t forget to laugh every now and then
It’ll help you cope with whatever fate
time has placed upon you…

– Jah Soul

Oh, God!!!

Since the beginning of time we have argued, fought and killed nations of people over a simple concept called religion. We have gone to war over religion. Generations of people have been wiped out over religion. Civilizations put to the knife and enslaved over this thought and calling of their ‘God”. When we finally realize that we are praying, worshipping and giving benediction to the same deity, will this problem go away? Most likely it won’t.
Every group of worshippers wants to be right. They want to hold their belief and systems over every other group. The simplicity of one god would take the complexity out of our lives. The assertion of one god leads denial of complexity, encouraging us to make the world simple. It is not the fault of our god, but the crime committed by the believers. Thus comes the existence of many gods, conveying true complexity of mortal life and the chance for one to dominate the next.
God has many faces and also many names, we can try to fool ourselves but the truth is before our eyes. Every race, tribe, village, country and continent prays to the same god; all different but the same. All these gods are aspects of the one true God. But, all these believers are convinced that their version is the correct one. All these magnificent, Holy books agree on nothing, but carry similar stories purporting the word of one God.
I try not to get caught up in who is and what is what but I DO know this, I feel for what our God has to go through. Imagine it, listening to billions of people’s prayers. Witnessing the masses kneeling in our Gods name but not believing the same thing. I probably would create many names and faces for myself so I would be less burdened too.
God is all knowing and now I believe, He is more intelligent than we can ever be. If one group of people actually knew or served the one, true God, wouldn’t his worshipers hold dominance over all? Hence, we fight and keep the lie going “O’ ye of little faith”!!!

– Thomas D. Payne

Dissolute Democracy

Bimbos and reality shows, that’s what they fed out.
Killed all morals and principals. Yeah, they bled out.
This nice little Christian girl became a big slut.
Now she’s badly built with a big gut.
Turned into a “cool” dope addict with a billion dollar habit.
A good girl gone bad; so sad, so tragic.
American dreams turned into hellish illusions.
Hating on one another, caught up in conscious confusion.
We bully the weak while manipulating the meek.
Don’t stop to pray all week, then say it’s Heaven we seek.
What was once mortified is now glorified, daily.
Don’t like what I’m saying, get up on Facebook
and verbally slay me.
Look into the mirror and tell Jah what you see.
But you don’t have to lie to me.
Teachers being laid-off while prison systems flourish.
These athletes are paid millions but whom do they educate and nourish?
Politicians beefing harder than gangsta rappers in the booth.
One nation under God. Is that really the truth?
But, I’m sure I won’t be heard, I’m just a pawn in this game.
We complain about pain, but have no one else to blame…

– Jah Soul

Real Talk

You would rather dance with the devil than be serenaded by an angel.

I’m still trying to figure out the depth of that concept.

Pain can be pleasure and trash can become treasure but you can’t measure

the greatness of a man by the length of his …………ego.

You seem to be attracted and distracted by sinful sensations and bad boy conversations,

but then you complain about the pain he inflicts on your soul.

Truth be told, I think you’re drawn to the drama like a magnet.

Can’t wait to drag that cat out of the rain so you can put him inside your sunshine.

See, I’ve been on the other side of the fence, so I know that your common sense is

corrupted and polluted when a brother can do it like it never has been done before.

Yeah, our thug luvin’ keeps you ……… runnin’ back for more.

But, once we explore every crevice and curve, then serve you with the main platter

that’ll make your soul shatter, the music ends and the dance is over.

The Devil has done his deed and you’re left with a bleeding heart.

So, be smart, Miss Lady. Don’t drive yourself crazy behind a conniving crook

with a big cock because, although he will knock your socks off,

he will leave your temple desolate and deserted

and you’ll be left to pick up the pieces… and your panties…

– Jah Soul

Moments of Motivation

Situations will arise that will put tears in your eyes.

Silent cries to the skies, sing’em like lullabies.

When you rise off your knees, feel the peace that surrounds your inner spirit;

you will know when you feel it. Yeah, that’s the joy that you’ve found.

You’ve been bound to the devil, been a rebel for years,

still trying to shift your life but keep stripping the gears.

It appears it’s all in vain, can’t let go of the game.

Got used to the pain and stopped trying to change.

You’ve been hit with Novocaine, Cocaine and Night Train

taking over your brain, now you can’t feel a thing.

Trying not to go insane…

Damn, your world is so dark,

I see you need a light, so let me give you a spark.

Close your eyes for a second, try to see with your heart.

HE will give you what you need, just keep doing your part.

Start reaching for the stars and climb out of the gutter.

Time to clean up your life; yeah, get rid of that clutter…

– Jah Soul

Full Circle

You say you want to know all of me. Well then, just read my poetry.

I am a walking dialogue, swimming through the fog in my mind,

causing my third eye to go blind.

My testimony’s not phony.

These wounds are not superficial, I’ve been scarred down to the gristle.

My story’s a little gory but it contains things that will stain your brain.

Pain can be the best teacher and cause a fool to become a truth seeker.

How can I help you understand you if I don’t first understand me?

How can I help you see, if I’m still fumbling around in the dark?

I must become that spark, that flash of light that will ignite,

the ether in your existence.

Unless, of course, you are flame resistant

or retardant.

So, you see, I had to start at

me.

Because, it is He that resides in Thee,

that allows me to write this poetry…

– Jah Soul

Shots Fired

Man, many are going to hate this, many might feel me. Some will applaud me, some may want to kill me.

Being I never beat around the bush, always speak absolute. I’ve met a few good men in this,

even they can’t stand the truth.

Crippin’ been over for me, so long ago. I was finished trippin’ back in ’92,

my love for the set had diminished.

Though I thought I’d stay down the course for most of my life, had a change of heart

with children and a wife.

I’ve seen a Corrupted Regressive Ignorant Purpose that served me to no end.

Understanding then; those who put me down, didn’t really love me or wasn’t really friends

or kin, to set me up for misery and tears.

Destroying the small progress I’d made; set me back at least ten years.

But what made my ass set off in a new direction other than left, was the vision I had to find my true self.

Who I was and who I am are two different beings, that’s what you get when illumination

transpires before your eyes, truly open seeing.

To all I put down, please know I’m sorry; I sincerely apologize for leading you down a dead-end street

filled with pretense and lies.

Hilltop, I’m sorry. Courtney, I’m sorry. Phil, I’m sorry.

To my brothers, Vinnie T. and Jay, I say I’m sorry.

Jay, it made you go try the other side, a brighter hue.

To my son, Taelor, I didn’t understand then; I’m sorry it affected you too.

Like crack, this was a poison spread through the hood, an epidemic.

Crack, I shouldn’t have sold, the gang never got in it.

But when you are young and dumb, full of verve with nerves to try whatever.

You feel invincible, never seeing the trap pulling the lever.

So to all my ex-set, definitely my big homies. I say today in finality,

ain’t no love between us, y’all phonies.

When you told me back then that the set didn’t travel, slowly but surely the false mechanism

began to unravel.

Now I stand with a new purpose, as I write these verses, a Consciously Responsible Inspired Person.

Until there’s a Community Revolution In Progress; never, ever call on me.

Miss me with that mess.

I know, I know… y’all laughing at me, calling me a mark-ass-nigga.

Only because, I’ve grown to be a M.A.N, something you’re not; go figure…

– Thomas D. Payne