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Unknown Prophet Untitled In the depths of this rugged ruffled exterior lives the unknown. Self proclaimed scientist who once walked on this surface claim to discover treasures and havoc but in truth have discovered absolutely nothing, but yet walked away in confusion and frustration. This planet that's black lives in mystique with complexities that complexes yet amazes much older observers who marvel at the strength and maturity of its nature. The flows of its life liquid is similar to the volcanoes flowing hot red substances which burns desire till desire evaporates into steams of dreams which allows the body of the volcano to rest in its calmness of reality, even though reality permits tragedy to surface every full moon. The ones who can relate to the nature of its threatening being were once students and once too had volcanic circulation circulating within their own realities, what they do now is expose their vulnerable nature to the existence and the wrath which is the reality most deny yes and rely on the spiritual path which allows them to observe from far to feel the essence of its nature with understanding and compassion rather than prejudgments and fear. This being just reflects what it detects to be frustrating to its being, fear makes what was clear fogged and distorted. What you see is not necessarily truth which stands in front your eyes, prejudgment turns into lies once realized, once this being speaks for itself then rest assured your imagination and frustration of analyzing and wondering should ceased to exist and allow understanding and communication to reign supreme. Hate only speaks of what it fears; Love only expresses what it understands and cares to share to those who lack this necessity. We all need to LOVE which is open for exchange, hate only stagnates you from exploring levels of infinity. That level of infinity is within all of us and LOVE allows us to correspond effortlessly with full understanding. Confusion and misunderstanding becomes the past and will never find its trail back to the source which orchestras our thoughts and our actions. I live for the NOW and breathe the life of the resurrection or understanding for those who stand to observe, and encourage them to become hunters and hunt to discover the fulfillment of being the powerful beings they are and combine minds and souls with me and let us walk the truth, live the truth and breathe the truth so our seeds can grow and multiply into trees so they too can bare fruits to carry on the truth, because like a cycle the truth is that root that we call the seed which brought the trees to deliver fruits and in that fruit lives the truth. I would be more than gladly to share this fruit to all the youth who are unable to protect themselves from the natures which become naturally disastrous for them, Growing up too soon, not knowing why they bloom not understand their own nature, to prevent them from becoming erupting volcanoes, not knowing why they hate you. I'll try to allow them relate and to live true but Prevent them to walk and act fake too written by unknown prophet |
| HELP by UNKNOWN PROPHET I'm not proud to be a Canadian; to them my life is just a game being played like an arcade in the Playdium. The Sky dome is just a new home a modern day Greek mythology stadium. If you hate me and what im sayin then you just simply hate where you came from, you'd rather be worshiping Satan, with the love of self that you think you're creating you're truly sadly mistaken. I'm tired of being a victim, like an old rerun sitcom. Am I out of my cotton picking mind, but I'd rather live blind than to be defined, because now its my time to shine because the truth is, they are useless, my truth is this. I never had a mutha fuckin cotton picking mind to begin with. I guess you all forgotten, the ones who lost their minds constantly picking cotton all day to survive this fucking stinking life earning less than a dime working to build the white mans land today. I'm destined to blow up like Vietnam land minds and let the debris hit you all over from your hands and even between your eyes so you all can finally realize to see, doing me doing it effortlessly with no help, let the truth be revealed so you can see for yourself, that your soul can never be sold but your selling your body to hell. Shooting coins into a wishing well like Terrence Trent Darby, hip hop is making me feel more black and proud? Hardly. We went from Bob Marely to Biggie and Tupac the views in the news and from these cruel cops is just 2 talented niggers who eventually got bigger and thru the media inevitably got shot, leaving black people in shock somber and bitterness, What the fuck is this ever since 96 they're still unable to turn up with any kind witnesses, wow the living prequel to the movie Matrix. Police is just a government business, the kids of today can't tell what the realness is even if it pissed, spat or hit them in their faces. I wish I had the power of whites to become a Racist, you young bucks are living like dumb fuck who were never exposed to the differences, I'm talking about KRS ONE, BIG PUN, Pete Rock, 2 pac Big Daddy Kane, Biggie smalls. And I can't ever forget about The God RAKIM, If you want to know about the Sun of allah then you're best to ask him. I had to drop his name in poetical timing, they were always my teachers my artist and musical Brethrens, I feel sorry for the young blacks who riding behind the coat tale of Eminem. You Rabbits will be forever silly, its not just about creativity and lyrical ability its about spitting the real that can levitate my black physical and spirituality. I love to be able to relate to the real shit that they are telling me, Hip hop used to be my reality, now inside I cry for you non-conscience, unconscious living casualties, How many of you are feeling me, I ain't feeling this music that has you all in confusion, what the hell is G-unit, is it some kind of black movement, a black uplifting unit that speaks about black improvement. Glamorizing everything that Dr.king would never stand for, fuck a revolution, you're asking for a black war. Looking at y'all making my eyes hurt, I'd thought I'd never see the day that black men would look gay wearing long pink striped or plain pink T-shirts. Please do your research, kunta kinte's feet hurts and dig up your roots, forget about the gear that you wear and your timberland boots, whatever happened to the pride in the black fist, we turned from revolutionary minded to BET slackness. I can only listen to the real son, why did my little sister have to get shot up by Jane and Wilson? why didn't any of the witness dare to speak up? why are we dying to sleep? when will we ever wake up? I don't see white folks dying over hip hop. I don't see anyone looking like eminem getting shot in any block in T.dot. You can't have black and white unity when you don't have black unity, and I quote this from Malcolm X, he had spoke this to the black communities. Why can't we build an alliance and end these senseless violence, imma end this poem right now with a moment of silence. Peace. |