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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

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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 Six)

I’m try a do better than what I did beforehand.Fear God and only God and bow down to no man.

Stand on my square and beware of them snakes bro’.

Pedal to the metal, what am I hittin’ the brakes fo’.

All about the fam, circle tighter than skinny jeans.

Food on the table, gotta get it by any means.

Mature mind frame, got rid of them silly genes.

Said I was a King, now I know what that really means.

Truth hurts, you better grab you a band-aid.

Because this spoken word is as sharp as a fan blade.

Handmade homie, yeah I started from scratch.

Try a spread my wings and fly since the day I was hatched.

Got attached to the streets, no super glue or Velcro.

Man I kept it true, so what the hell did you tell fo’?

Climbed to the top, got popped and I fell low.

I would stop fighting but they ain’t rang the bell though…

~ Jah Soul

Religious Rhetoric 

I’ve shed many tears over the years I spent inside this criminal convent

And through it all, I stepped up to the call and stayed relent-less.

Senseless killings and shady dealings, Lord willing, 

I will stand and boldly fight these feelings.

Head pointed towards the ceiling, prayers ripped from my soul.

The reaper’s hand is on my shoulder, why’s his fingers so cold?

I was told to hold on but then they slathered my palms

With oil from the devil’s soil, and I’m supposed to stay calm.

No harm in turning on the charm, sweet talk my way in to Heaven.

Baptized in liquified lies, on bad terms with the Reverend.

BUT check me out, I turned those 6’s in to 7’s, traded my horns for a halo.

They say the streets are paved with gold, so how could I say no?

Created in his image, I guess I’m spiritual Play-Doh.

Flesh and bones, but I was shaped and molded like clay though.

I went from a peso to a dollar and change.

Reached for Heaven and even though they said it was out of my range,

I will keep fighting because I know my Lord will never erase me off his page…

Are You Man Enough?

Real men don’t complain, we maintain through the pain.
Analyze and realize that everything won’t stay the same.
And the ability to readjust is an absolute must,
no rash decisions, never caught up in a rush.
Plus…
We know that life is really chess not checkers.
So when problems stack up like double-deckers,
we stay focused, meditate in the lotus.
Tap in to that inner power; call it mental hocus-pocus.
Magic…
And when it all starts to seem tragic, we can keep a cool head
and reach off in to the tool shed.
Mr. Fix-it…
We’ll be there in an instant.
Our determination is what keeps us persistent.
Yes, we never back down; never lay down our crown.
Make out voice heard like we had it on surround sound.
We stand up when nobody else is willing.
Take the center stage and tell the world how we are feeling.
Real men…
Can find us in the pen or even in the White House.
And a good man will flourish with the right spouse,
keeping out chest out.
Natural protectors…
A calm spirit, never letting silly things affect us…
– Jah Soul

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

360 Degrees of Perception

Hey Soul…
What if you were actually born a white man?
Would you still stand there like a militant rebel?
Preaching to everyone about that blue-eyed devil.
Would you still complain about black people’s pain and suffering,
or would you go on with you life like it was nothing?
Would you still be adamant about our black President
or would your political ties lie more towards the Republican side?
Would it still have hurt your heart to see what was done to Trayvon
or would you have cared less?
Yes, that’s something to weigh on…
Right now, it’s a fact that you are pro-black
but would you still be a part of that pack if God
came and took your melanin back?
And you…
What if you were born a black man?
Would you still stand on the sidelines gazing;
while black men are experiencing police brutality,
senseless shootings and tasings?
Would you still be affected by the black man’s plight
or would you grab a megaphone and jump in to the fight?
Trying to climb out of the ghetto but never seeming to gain any traction.
Would you finally praise and appreciate the government’s affirmative action?
Would you understand the source of the black man’s anger?
Always being looked at as an animal; a permanent danger?
Everywhere you go, you draw looks of suspicion…
I bet then you would probably start paying attention…

– Jah Soul

The Flip Side

As I was watching the news yesterday, the first three stories ran in this order: a 15 year-old black girl was thrown and slammed to the ground by a white police officer in McKinney, Texas. Second, a white man is currently on trial for shooting an 8 year-old black boy in the face at their apartment complex. Last, a white officer is currently on trial for shooting and killing an unarmed 60 year-old black man in the back as he ran from his car during a traffic stop.
If you are not, as America labels it, “black”, would these stories have any effect on you? Can you relate to them in any way? Do any of these stories disturb you? Well, let’s take a trip to what I call, the flip-side. Doodle-doo-doodle-doo-doodle-doo-doop.
As I was watching the news yesterday, the first three stories ran in this order: a white, 15 year old (a minor), female was thrown and slammed to the ground by a black police officer in McKinney, Texas. Second, a black man is currently on trial for shooting an 8 year-old white boy in the face at their apartment complex. Last, a black officer is currently on trial for shooting and killing an unarmed 60 year old white man in the back as he ran from his car during a traffic stop.

Okay… How do you feel now?

Whether the person is black or white, wrong is wrong and right is right…

– Jah Soul

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….