God

Color Lines

Someone once asked me if I am ashamed to be Black.
I was created in Gods image, so why would I be ashamed of that?
In actual facts, Black is neither my color or my race.
I am a human being, who happens to have a brown face.
The face of that gorgeous place, where life was once created.
Were we always this feared and hated or was that emotion incubated?
I am the color of that dirt that God used to fashion us,
but all there ever see is black and thus resort to harrassin’ us.
Black is truly a mentality, a reality of how I am viewed.
A culture containing people, whom are multi-colored, toned and hued.
History has made it my identity with a certain character attached.
Just because my melanin is greater than yours,
you feel I am the bad one out of the batch.
Saint and sinner. Good and evil; all resides in our perception.
A devil comes in many colors; birthing lies and sweet deception.
How did we conceive this trite conception?
That one’s skin can be a sin while the other one denotes themselves
as being guaranteed to win?

~ Jah Soul

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Vibin’ (Episode Nine)

When I created Konscious Kings, they didn’t think that I was serious.
Said I was a god and they looked at me delirious.
Calm like a Buddhist with a Five Percenter’s dialect.
A mental architect, watch the castles I erect.
Fought against my sin, now I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.
The devil is 0 and 10 against me, he will never win.
Goin’ back in, got my second wind finally.
I stay against the grain, you can call me an anomaly.
The weirdos all acknowledge me, I’m swimming in their pool now.
Fertilized Mindz, homie… Watch the way we rule now.
The Kingdom’s steady growin’ bigger, tell me who’s the fool now.
Welcome to my school now, where we teach reality
and you can have some swag with an Ivy League mentality.
The foolish are eradicated, ignorance is dissipated.
Every mind is stimulated, then is slowly elevated…

~ Jah Soul

The Battle Within

What happens when you lock a man in a cage with rage
flowing through his blood stream?
Doves cry, but have you ever heard a thug scream?
Silohuettes of a shadowless soul.
Hearts no longer beat, they’ve become calloused and cold.
Grab a hold of some narcotics and some counterfeit love.
Don’t judge…
Them lonely nights, you don’t know what it does.
But, above all else you try lovin’ yourself.
While nobody gives a damn about you; yelling for help.
Death is no longer an illusion, the intrusion is real.
This pain will soon or later heal.
That’s a delusion you feel, you turn your spirit into steel.
While emotions deflate, God won’t let you through those gates
with all that anger and hate.
So, quickly meditate and find that balance within.
That humble pie gets mixed in with some malice and sin.
But, then again, whats the use of even fighting the abuse?
That is when your grip gets loose and you call it a truce.
Doing everything you can not to hang yourself in a noose…

~ 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

Since When?

Up at night with God discussing habits
Exchanging knowledge, conversing ’bout supreme mathematics
Coming to clever conclusions again and again
At the end of our session, his question was “since when?”
Do we not compliment our women but address them as ho’s and bitches?
Hang around cats, and knowing rats like it’s cool to
congregate with snitches?
Since When?
Do we support chumps that abuse our mothers, daughters and sisters?
Let these youngsters disrespect our elders by using their name
instead of Miss, Mrs. or Mister?
Since When?
Has the government stopped the rhetoric they spoke in the Declaration
Loosening up the rules in the book they used to run this Nation?
Since When?
Did we start hating each other acting like a bunch of crabs in a bucket?
Giving up on the next generation, no influence and just saying “fuck it”
Since When?
In the black community, we stopped offering what we got?
Can’t go next door to borrow sugar – too much have and have-nots
Since When?
Could we not sit out on the porch without bullets flying by at night?
What happened to settling our differences by talking even probably a fair fight?
Since When?
Did shooting become so manly and the final say?
Why did these cowards shut down Ms. Harriet’s candy house
by robbing and assaulting her yesterday?
Since When?
Did we let music and television raise our kids or run from
opportunity when it knocks or kicks the door in?
Since When?
In the streets there is no respect, love or loyalty?
When did we start treating our elders like lepers instead of royalty?
Since When?
Did disciplining my child get equated with abuse
or the 360 (degrees) I spit get twisted, becoming obtuse?
Since When?
Would I even have to write this to get my peoples attention?
We’re supposed to be further down the line, steadily rising to ascension…
I’m just saying, since when?

– Thomas D. Payne

Camouflaged Chaos

No one really sees the entity that is really me.
Sedating meditation keeps me from exposing my true character.
Using mental make-up to cover up those psychological flaws
that draws all sorts of drama into my karma.
They say that if I stay cool, calm and collected
I won’t be affected by these afflictions and
contradictions that creep into my reality
like a late-night love tryst.
I just want a slice of paradise after I’ve eaten
all of this bullshit that life has piled on my plate.
But they tell me to wait until after I die,
finally going to that big pie in the sky.
So, that means that I have to continuously
control this chaotic conscience that constantly
tries to convince me to chase my carnal desires?
Huh! And they wonder why I stay high, why I’m growing tired…

– Jah Soul

Poetry In Motion

The universe. Many of us know what the universe is and what it consists of. But, how many of us have ever questioned why we call it the “universe”? The true meaning of the word is so profound that it unveils our true reason for being here and what our purpose is.
First, let’s break down the word universe into simpler terms. Uni, as we all know, refers to one. A uni-cycle has only one wheel. Unique means the only one of it’s kind. Unite means to make or become one. So, the uni in universe is referring to one of something.
The definition of verse is “writing in which words are arranged in a rhythmic pattern”. Verses are groups of lines forming units, which creates a poem. When you ask a person who rap’s to “spit a verse”, you are asking him or her to deliver a couple of lines of lyrical content in a rhythmic pattern. So in essence, our universe is a single line of poetry, or as I like to call it “God’s one poetic expression”.
This, to me, explains why everything in our universe coincides as one very organized body of matter and energy. Just the way that the universe seems to operate in a perfect order is very poetic to me. A poem is usually very organized and written in a particular style. Usually, there are four or five stanzas with four lines or verses in each stanza and each stanza would have it’s own identity. We have billions of stars and planets in our universe, yet we never hear of them colliding into each other. Each one has it’s own space and it’s own identity.
It is believed that our own planet is the only planet in our solar system equipped to sustain an abundance of life. It was created with us in mind. Everything on Earth works in a precise order to allow us, and all other life forms on this planet, to live in harmony with each other. Every life form on this planet knows its purpose, with the exception of mankind.
I truly believe that the Supreme Being created us to experience life in an array of different ways. When we are born, we are like a blank sheet of paper and as we go through life, each experience we encounter adds a line of poetry to that paper. As we age, we continue to write and re-write our poems until the day we die. We are literally poetry in motion. So I ask you to think about this, when it’s all done and you close your eyes while taking your last breath, what will your poem say?

– 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

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