What Snow Means To Me!

Today it is snowing, “..when this midst strikes a cold current it becomes solid ice in small round drops in form or in a light fluffy form which is caused snow..” When I think of the ‘fluffy form’ I think of being wrapped in the arms of a wisdom watching a movie and blowing and L back and forth. That is only one angle of how I cee the degree on another angle I think of ‘Flaky movafuckuz’. What is a "Flaky Movafucka"? In my mind a ‘Flaky movafucka' is wishy washy, swift and changeable, moody and lacking fortitude in terms actual self awareness. They want something but they don’t quite know what it is. I suppose we have all been flaky at one time or another, but as we mature flakiness should indeed dissipate from are conscious realm particularly when we embark upon the path of true Self Knowledge. Flaky movafuckuz are ambiguous in their communications, they are not direct, and aren’t fully aware of who they are. Flakiness last in women until motherhood and in men to about 33. By the age of 33 a man should know his path, and be set on it. Yes we have all been flaky at one time, not all of us have been as fortunate as Yacob to find are determined idea at 6, so we search for what we think exist within ourselves, sometimes finding and sometimes not finding are determined idea. When we understand that God is what we should be excavating from within we have to learn how that aspect of God or Earth in ourselves should be expressed via character. Most artist are flaky, as a writer who practices his craft on a daily basis writing allows me the luxury of organizing my thoughts and ideas. Other artist such as painters, poets, and musicians may have a harder time at organizing their ideas. Flaky movafuckuz are hard to do business with, they are poor and ambiguous communicators unable to say what they mean. So on this day of snow I think about the beauty of being within a refined Queen’s embrace and the flaky movafuckuz of the world who haven’t fully mastered the science of communication.

THE BEAUTY OF A FAREONE!
Last night I built with my Enlightener, me and DaGod often build about the neighborhood we grew up in: North Philly; Norris Street; Land of The War Toys; A.K.A. The Terror Dome! We built about the principles we learned there, and particularly the science of the ‘Fareone’. A ‘Fareone’ is a fight between you and whoever, before crack hit my hood it was ‘Fareone’ Central, Old folks on porches, children eating penny candy and other onlookers use to watch the fights from the curb as two combatants fought in the middle of the street. It was a beautiful time-less shooting then and young men placed more emphasis on how well they could fight than shoot. Philly is the capital of boxing in this country, Hollywood bares witness to this fact hence it is where their mythological grafted champion Rocky Balboa comes from. We didn’t build about boxing last night per se, we built about how the neighborhood oriented us toward confronting life’s demons. We talked about ‘heart’, if you got punked in my neighborhood back in the day we would say, “He took your heart!”(Courage)-ultimately it was your responsibility to go fight that man and get your heart back. Even if you couldn’t beat an exceptionally nice nigga who was sweet with his hands you had to give it your best: Win or Loose! It was a very organic process, usually after you lost a fight you would go in the house for a couple of days and search deep within and find the courage to come back outside prepared for a rematch. My Enlightener’s nemesis was a dude named Will, they were both approximately 11 years older than me and they appeared as giants in my eyes when they fought-My Enlightener fought Will many times. My Nemesis was ‘P-Whack’, Goddamn that nigga could fight-he was my ‘fear’-I had to fight this movafucka before school and after school like a religious ritual-I don’t think it’s a day that goes by that I don’t think about that nigga. Last night we built about how those type of showdowns created courage deep inside of us. We fought to maintain ‘Heart’. I was the only son from my mother and many of the other boys on the block had multiple brothers and at one time or another I fought everybody. That place in North Philly taught me how to smile when fighting, how to laugh if someone landed a good blow to my face- (even if it hurt) it taught me passion, and to be free of fear. In a fight all you can do is give it the best you got-In life all you can do is give it the best you got and never let anyone take your heart. We can teach all kinds of lessons; Supreme Math; Supreme Alphabet, 120, and Quran but no Enlightener or Educator can teach courage. Da Brothers that came up in that neighborhood were taught to confront one another Man to Man if they had a problem with one another and in life it is important that we tackle problems regardless to whom or what. Unfortunately not everyone was raised in my neighborhood, and many have never dealt with the military training that comes with a ‘Fareone’, so they suffer, unable to confront deep layers of fear in their third. Passive aggressive type individuals are people who have never found the high explosives of their own courage, and instead of causing Earthquakes they are the ‘Shook Ones’. No Enlightener or Educator in this math can teach a man or woman courage. Courage is a personal journey. All Queens should really make sure that the God you wake up with is not a ‘Bitch Ass Nigga’? Will he stand in your defense? Is he prepared to die for the sake of you and the babies? Does he have anxiety as it pertains to confrontation or conflict? GOD IS NOT A BITCH! All praises due to ‘P Whack’-my hands are what they are because of that Man!
Peace
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The Owner!
Today I paid my truck off! October 6, 2006 I drove it off the lot and December 1, 2008 I made the final payment. I hate debt, the shit feel like a sword over your head. Debt is indeed a bitch. I love B.I.G.'s line in Hypnotize "Condo paid for, no car payment.." Movafuckin bankz is foreclosing on Americans harder than Pimps slap hoes, the economy is fucked up and it was the banks primarily that caused this recession. Job loss, layoff and unemployment is high than a movafucka! Yeah I looked around the lot and saw some tight shit, they wanted to send me home with a new Tahoe today, but I ain't want to be no Hoe! I hate oweing movafuckuz cash. This country's is based on movafuckuz buying cars and homes and staying in debt to the blood suckers of the poor. First mortgages and then movafuckuz get so caught up they have to refinance. My next car I plan to own from jump, shit-I dream of buying my crib cash. Banks won't hesitate to foreclose on your ass, part of every Sheriff's job is to throw movafuckuz out they home. Yeah it is a fucked up economy indeed. Interestingly enough Muslims don't deal with 'interest' and interest is what this economy is based on. The Quran speakes against interest, and calls it Haram(Unlawful). Muslims also believe that interest causes Prostitution and that 'interest' is a Homosexual practice. I heard this one Islamic scholar state that 'interest' is a form of sodomy! And we have all heard that the American Consumer takes it up the ass. Our lessons state that 'The Devil taught him to eat the wrong food!' Is it no wonder that Thanksgiving advocates the consumption of many wrong foods and the next day is called 'Black Friday' which kicks off the season of mass consumption? I will be the first to admit that I am a sucker for a hot whip, but what keeps me in check is the degree that states, "He loves the devil because the devil gives him nothing" I am understanding my lessons slowly like everyone else with 120, and doing the knowledge on becoming more wise with my currency. That new Hybrid Tahoe is sick, it got Tahoe written across the side and the whole nine, but also like B.I.G. said in 'Ten Crack Commandments', "Niggaz want they money come rain, hail, snow!" Preach B.I.G. Preach! Yeah I'm gonna get some new shit, but the time will have to absolutely be right, and I really don't want to be into the ten percent for no whole lot of cheese! Feel me!