women

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

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Vibin’ (Episode One)

The streets made me petrified, the hood made me stiff
and the Essence talks to me every time I smoke a spliff.
Come and get a whiff of this holy smoke,
lingering in the air kind of like the Holy Ghost.
Self-medicated, underrated… But I’m cool with that.
A pen’s the only tool that I need… yeah, I’m a fool with that.
I let myself go for a second but I pulled it back.
Seen me on the screen, now them Kweenz holla “who is that?”
Jah Soul…forever in the fold.
About to tighten up. No Michael Jackson.
No sir, I’ll never lighten up.
Turnt p all the way, about to blow a fuse out.
If you didn’t start with the team, then you will lose out.
Know what I’m about, elevation of the mind Boss.
You can be a C.E.O., if you can be a crime boss.
Gotta do it big, I’m just makin’ up for time lost.
Catch me on the next episode, I gotta sign off…
 ~ Jah Soul

Marvin Gaye

I am tired of this world we are living in.
Dividends… divided unequally amongst many men.
Keepin’ pace with the rat race,taking a toll on your soul.
People think you are rich because your heart is gold.
No relief…so we roll a leaf and light it up.
Or we pour it up and drink it all before the night is up.
Inebriated…God knows we needed that.
Give it everything we got but one day we will need it back.
The American dream, as it seems.
Is a nightmare to many, married to that pretty penny.
Single mothers being left to pick the slack up
because the daddy packed up and left her with no back-up.
This is a curse, the roles have reversed.
That’s why her spine is strong.
Raising those babies by herself and bringing the swine home.
Marvin Gaye… what the hell is really goin’ on?
Where did we go wrong?
And why did everybody tag along?
It’s time we man-up, do more than put our hands up.
Start a real revolution. Get off ya ass and stand up!
Unite as one…
There should never be a separation.
Elevation can be achieved with preparation…

– Jah Soul

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

My Struggle, My Shine…

Coming through the fire, I’m no longer in the game, I’ve grown tired.

Of running in the rat race, it’s time I find my happy place.

No more fussing and cussing, no need to justify my actions; end of discussion.

Time to care about me and mine, I’m done trying to change anyone else,

I’ve done my time.

With no appreciation, I am not a miracle worker.

My story will no longer be a tearjerker.

It will have a happy ending, way better than the beginning.

I have lived and I have learned, these stripes I have diligently earned.

But still, I carry my beauty, shining bright from within. Still determined to win.

But will be sure to do it in style. Look at my face; you won’t see a million miles.

From stress, making me look old. That’s why I have turned cold

to all the games and the lies.

You will see my story in my eyes, but it will be that of success.

As long as I keep being me, I will be blessed

in most things that I do. Trust and believe my words will remain true.

Sit and listen as I tell you my story, it will be about my strife and all about my glory…

– Isis Rain

Just My Thoughts (until he comes home)

The Emergence of a Kween
When I first brainstormed the idea of Konscious Kings, my vision was to gather conscious minded men together to start a powerful conscious movement. I also dreamed of this movement being represented and carried by a group of women and young ladies that would be referred to as Konscious Kweens. They would showcase this movement from the woman’s perspective. That dream is now beginning to be manifested. With that being said, allow me to introduce you to the first lady of the Kingdom. A woman who embodies the love and grace of the Essence. A woman who’s story is full of pain and struggle but also of courage and strength. She is my friend, my comforter, my life partner and my wife. I am proud to introduce my Konscious Kween, Isis Rain. May her words and wisdom enlighten, encourage and inspire you.
Peace and Blessings,
Jah Soul

How can I keep my cool with this man that I love so much?
Sitting here looking at him while I am longing to feel his touch.
Not able to feel him but I am staring into his eyes.
Kind of like a dream but it’s so real and live.
Keeping my cool…It’s getting harder to control.
Every time I hear his voice, the sound touches my soul.
I hear him when I wake and before I go to sleep.
Whether I am awake or in a dream, my thoughts tell me
he’s the one to keep.
So, until the day I can be on his arm,
I will suppress my fears by knowing he means me no harm.
I will ease my mind as he keeps me whole,
so I can make love to his mind while I feed his soul…

– Isis Rain

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

Heaven Sent

Do you know what it meant when I said you were heaven sent?

Do you feel like you’re a miracle or something a little more lyrical?

Like a living, breathing love song, singing the sweetest of notes.

Taught me how to love again with every song you wrote.

When I say heaven sent, do you picture your wings?

Because you are an angel with all the joy you bring.

No, when I say heaven sent, I mean you came straight from the essence

because the whole time you’ve been with me

you’ve been nothing short of a blessing…

– Jah Soul

No Man!!!

We…Do…Not…Hit…Women! Period!

Young men, sit down, let’s have a session. I see, contemporary America is promoting aggression.

Let hitting a woman be beneath you, something with to never be down.

In my era, we had Emmit Smiths and Luthers, I’m appalled by the Ray Rices and Chris Browns.

We do not hit women! That shows no masculinity, doesn’t make you look hard.

Some won’t learn from their mistakes until they end up on the penitentiary rec yard.

I’ve seen hard men in only two places,

shackled in their cell, locked down, or taking permanent naps, dirt thrown over their faces.

Did anyone teach ya’ll how to treat a woman? Having no father isn’t an excuse…

I was raised by a single mother and would never hit my wife in a dispute.

What happened to being civil or being chivalrous, open communication or discussion?

Having a loving, healthy environment instead of giving your woman a concussion?

We…Do…Not…Hit…Women! That doesn’t define a man.

Raise your hand not to our women but to stop domestic violence in our land.

We’re quick to march when a cop shoots someone we think is innocent,

we come together, angry in cahoots…

But, who do I see march in outrage for the victims of brutality and abuse?

Not many…

I guess until it’s your mother, sister or daughter that Ray or Chris hits, then maybe you will care.

Not cracking jokes like Fox and Friends, the message is to “Take the Stairs”.

This…Is Not…a Joking…Matter, humorless in fact, these men need to check themselves.

Most definitely, they need to learn tact.

We do not hit our women, we LOVE our women, protect our women.

We don’t hate our women or subject our women.

I’m talking to boys, young men and grown men, any male who hits a woman or girl…

I can call you a lot of things but a man will never be one!!!

– Thomas D. Payne

As the World Turns (Upside Down)

Subliminal mind games being skillfully played on the masses.

Bottles of barbiturates given so the minds are more like molasses.

Billboards and blow-up dolls can be found on every block and a dollop of a sexy trollop

will cause the men to flock.

Laced with lies for so long that it’s what we most expect, while morals and principals

are something we don’t respect.

Promiscuous princesses prancing around in place, waiting patiently for perverted

pedophiles to finally give chase.

Children of color dying for reasons not yet shown, being vilified like men,

although they’re not grown.

Down the rabbit hole I go. I wonder what land I’m in.

Where it’s weird to have a good heart, but cool to live in sin

and gangsta’s are continuously glorified, immortalized and praised.

So I ask the question mama, why isn’t this how I was raised?

If bad boys get all the babes, what’s the point of changing over?

Everyone around me is inebriated, so why do I remain sober?

The battle of Cain and Abel; am I my brothers keeper?

Physically we’re growing stronger, spiritually we’re growing weaker.

This world has become peculiar, a testament of times to come.

I just hope it’s some good ones left when it’s all said and done…

– Jah Soul