Do You Know?

Do you know why this monster lives inside of me?
Why the heathens and the thugs show love and confide in me?
Do you know about the demons that I have evicted from my soul?
Why my heart was frozen cold since I was 12 years old?
Do you know the lies that I faced, how my mom despised my own face,
do you think you can keep pace if my past was retraced?
Do you know why I’m shy, why I’m cool being a loner?
Why I climbed trees to find peace and became a pill-head and a stoner?
Do you see me in my entirety or only pieces of the puzzle?
Do you see why God is the fountain I continuously try to guzzle?
Do you know how I was created and why I really became a beast?
Why I screamed “Fuck the world!” and on friends and enemies I would feast?
Do you know about my struggle, what I fought to overcome?
How I stood and faced the devil and chose not to run?
Do you know the man you married, can you see my hurt and pain?
Or do you only see the sunshine and choose to ignore the rain?
Do you know about all what makes me who I am?
Do you realize the roads I traveled, learning to become a man.
Facing myself in the mirror, for once I am loving who I really am…

~ Jah Soul

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If I Died Tonight

If I died tonight, I wonder if I will have fought hard enough
to implement the Truth; that God is part of us.
Can I truly say I gave it everything I had
and I stood on my square through the good and the bad.
If I died tonight, I wonder would you really miss me?
Walk by my wooden casket, drop a tear as you kiss me?
Did I touch your life or was I just a memory.
Spoke to you loud and clear but I wonder, are you really hearing me?
If I died tonight, would the lessons I was giving
continue on like I was still living?
Would you see the wisdom I was trying to interject?
We can change this world, through our love and intellect.
If I died tonight, would you carry on this torch
or would you leave it on the ground from the fear of being scorched?
If I left this earth, know that I tried to do my best
never had intentions of leaving this world a mess.
Just sitting here wondering if I ever will pass Gods test…

~ Jah Soul

Intervention Divine

It’s never a delight.
Dressed in white, day and night.
Draining my fire, extinguishing my desire, dragging me down to expire.
In a cesspool of spite with a barrel of strife never imagined so morose a life.
My day begun before the rising of the sun, sorrowful plenty, joy…none.
How can I take so much heartache, as I sleep or lay awake.
Stalked by my death, his minions death.
Squeezing my lungs, taking my breath…
Until I hear a voice, feel a powerful source saying “stay on course”.
Know I am there, no matter what you bear.
When you think no one else does, I will always care…

~ DeVyne tha Messenjah

The World Is Watching

When are we gonna open our eyes and realize that these mass shootings are polluting our sense of safety?
Lately it seems that Dr. Kings dream has turned into a nightmare.
Where is our love for one another? Am I not your American brother?
Same nation, different color.
And it seems that mothers now have to send their daughters to school with a rape kit, because fools are not longer seeking degrees of education.
More like degrees of molestation and manipulation.
And why do rappers and actors make more than teachers and preachers?
What you fail to invest in, you fail to manifest then.
This soil we tread on has been bled on by our ancestors and yours; so how can we abhor what seems to lie at the center of our core?
When do we finally say “no more”?
It’s time that we become blind to one another’s skin tone.
We are America, the beautiful.
Racism should have been gone.
As a free a free nation, we must do better with emancipation.
Because our segregation and subjugation is the hot topic of every conversation on every news station.
And allow me to plant another seed into your contemplation… the world is watching our lack of communication.

~ Jah Soul

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

Vibin’ (Episode Five)

For weeks I’ve been trying to switch my speech up.Keep a conscious mind frame every time I speak up.

But, no Ebonics makes my lingo catatonic to to the

people I was raised with, ran the streets and grazed with.

A crucial conflict, I wonder how I fade this.

It’s not a good look sayin’ “nigga” with a raised fist.

Hypocrite; how dare I sit up on this mental fence.

I’ve got some swag but I’ve also got common sense

and it makes sense.

Once it starts to unfold,

Two personas battle, D-Huckaby versus Jah Soul.

I must put one on hold

so the other one can flourish.

But one will starve while the other one is being nourished.

To be honest, I’m not ready for D-Huckaby to perish.

Too many memories and struggles that I’ve come to cherish.

But you cannot serve two masters, that much is proven.

So through my actions, I guess we will see which one is losin’…

 ~ Anonymous

Vibin’ (Episode Four)

For a decade and a half, this hellhole has been my adversary.Amongst the walking dead, this prison system’s like a mortuary.

Out of sight, out of mind. I now understand that premise.

Took my sight and made me blind and didn’t leave a witness.

But, when you’re dealing with a fighter,

you should know what the business is.

At first I was confused, now I know what the sickness is.

Loneliness…

So much pain and anger it could bring about.

Stuck inside my soul, grabbed that demon and I pulled it out.

Found a strength inside of me that I never even knew about.

Analyzed this madness and this chaos that I am surrounded by

Looked deep within their essence

And realized what they’re hounded by.

Abandonment, betrayal; so many lies from their family.

I know I messed up but damn, this is how you handle me?

I mingle with these lost souls, we’re an unspoken brotherhood

But I wouldn’t have to love em’

If their mothers and their brothers would…
“Some of us are punished twice; first by the judge, then again by our loved ones.” 
~ Jah Soul

Vibin’ (Episode Three)

It’s evident that I’m just trying to stay relevant. 

So I’ll just start some controversy just for the hell of it.

Stay in my element. Hood, but I’m elegant.

Penetrate my circle, no; you can say it’s celibate.

The best kept secret, you’ll see in a little bit.

Scandalized my character, but could never belittle it.

Too legit.

Formulate these phases with no ill intent.

Accumulating power, should’ve signed on with 50 cent.

Who is it? Jah, with the soul of a king though.

Will never ever be defeated, even when it seems so.

Ready to come home, tell that chariot to swing low.

They say I need a princess, I already got a Kween though.

Powerful, that is what our chemistry’s defined as.

Ride or die, it’s over stood why I love her fine ass.

Steadily growing stronger, even as the time pass.

Intoxicating love, you could put it in a wine glass…

 ~ Jah Soul

Vibin’ (Episode Seven)

Loose lips sink ships and I’m surrounded by icebergs.You might’ve heard, that I was the one with nice verbs.

A tight herd is what I keep and I’’m one deep in the streets.

Unless it’s something sweet sitting in the other seat.

I don’t compete for positions, I invent my own.

Decorate my throne with every stone that was ever known.

Homegrown, like that bud you’re smokin’ on.

Triple D to the bone, rock it till’ I’m dead and gone.

Gettin’ my grown man on, check the mind-set.

Wanting me to shine but I ain’t got up out of the bind yet.

In due time, I’m gonna put it where it’s necessary.

Go against the grain like a summers day in February.

I’m like a cemetery, burying these lame-o’s.

J-Y fly still, even in these plain clothes.

Deep within my soul, that is where the flame goes.

Through this pen on this paper, that is where my pain goes…

~ Jah Soul

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