growth

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

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This Cipher…

This poem was given to me in honor of my born day by my brother and friend, Lo, who resides up under the Five. Peace and blessings be upon him. -Jah Soul

This cipher is ~
for the brotha’ who sees his self as the answer
for himself and those with the will to become
This cipher is ~
for the brotha’ who envisions a reality then
lives that which is realized
This cipher is ~
for the brotha’ who recognizes our women lost
built back up the foundation
I am a King again and you are a Queen
black or white and every shade in-between
This cipher is ~
for the brotha’ who studies his universe
that I-You-We Are One
This cipher is ~
for the brotha’ who believes in truth, justice
and equality
committed to the actions that moves a people forward
that at the end of the day, we say:
This cipher is ~
for the brotha’ who makes each day worth living
This cipher is ~
for the brotha’ who is my brother
a Righteous King….

Phase 2

God-body
So it ain’t no swine in the serving line
Eatin’ knowledge 360 when it’s dinner time
Full Circle; ignorance can hurt you
You’ll shine in due time, Prince
Patience is a virtue; moving too fast
You’ll stumble and fall over
No inebriation; we’re pure and all sober
Designated driver; just ride and I’ll chauffeur
Wanna find your way; just say it and I will show ya
Generation X; we’re the next Malcolm Little
Droppin’ breadcrumbs; gotta figure out the riddles
Alpha and Omega
If you’re somewhere in the middle; you need to grab a throne
Go on and listen to this spittle
The new hue-man; on our square is where we stand now
Used to doubt our strength; realizing that we can stand proud
Used to hurt our brotha’s; but we’re reaching out our hand now
Head was in the clouds; but it’s time for us to land now…

– Jah Soul

From A Boy To A Man

Seven years ago, when I turned 30, I made a conscious decision to grow up. I slowed down on my meat intake, exercising more and most of all, I began to change my thoughts and actions. I went through a rigorous regimen of cleansing my body and mind. On the first of this month, I turned 37. Seven years after that decision, I can see my spiritual, mental and physical growth. BUT as this seventh year closes out one phase, so begins another. Phase 2.
I started this phase by officially getting married to my beautiful twin soul, Sharon “Isis Rain” Huckaby. I am now a husband, step-father, and son/brother-in law. I am the head now. The Alpha. A position not to be taken lightly; for whom much is given, much is required. So, I have furthered my growth by deciding not to put any intoxicants into my body and to guide and teach through my actions and not just by my speech alone. My family, my community, my brothers and this world needs a greater example to mimic. And so it begins…

– Jah Soul

Caught Up

A country boy who was raised in them city lights.
Many fights got my heart right.
And plenty nights, momma stayed up;
worried about me, prayed up.
Could’ve been laid up in them streets
sprayed up.
Back in the day, I lost my way
I tried to creep light.
No one cared about my nightmares, couldn’t sleep tight.
I tell you man, that Boogeyman was a doozy man.
Had me drownin’ in my liquor, I was woozy man.
PCP and THC, lost in a clouded daze.
Them corners and blocks was nuthin’ but a crowded maze.
Callin’ plays from the stoop…
The hood quarterback, clique thick.
Youngin’s wanna be part of that shit.
But eventually I’d see the penitentiary.
A bunch of lonely days and lonely nights.
Pain, stress and misery; was about that life.
Now I’m sittin’ in this cell with strife.
Cuttin’ through my mortal soul, like a butcher knife.
Don’t worry though, because I promise I’ma make it up.
Fight the system until the Governor comes and breaks it up.
Change it up and be the man I was supposed to be.
Stay tuned because I promise there’s more to see…

– Jah Soul