Soooo I watched Chiraq the other day...

Soooo I watched Chiraq the other day..

The purpose of Chiraq was not to educate people...but it was.  That's my take on it.
The movie itself is what sends a message.  People didn't support it because they thought it would be trash right?  But so what if it was.  Especially in the midst of all this black powerness.  Spike Lee is a historical figure.  In my eyes...mind you I haven't seen many "black" movies.  But I've seen a decent amount of Spike, not even knowing that I have I'm sure...and I rocks with him.  He got money...I don't.  He put a lot of familiar faces in that movie...that I know personally...aren't we supporting those people?  If not someone please explain to me the movie industry and how all of that works because I don't get it.  Aren't we supporting the people that make them or is it just the story.

People speak a lot of "game," but do they really represent that life.  Are they bout that life? Are we about that life?

I don't think we as a people are because if we as a people were we'd be supporting one another and assisting one another to prosper.  But maybe people are really that selfish.  Maybe people are really that scared.  Maybe people are smart and I'm dumb...I don't know.  But I know that Spike Lee can do something that I don't and won't do.  I know Bill Cosby can do something I don't and won't do...and I love them because they can do those things...period.  What types of lives do they live though?  What are they doing for our people?

Better question is what are you doing? And why?



Oh yea...Music was DOPE!!!!!!!!
And that's the bottom line cuz...(real ones know)

Everybody Learns and Communicates Differently

1:35am on a Tuesday

I never know when it's gonna hit me...
Love.
Something I dream about more awake than I do while sleeping even though most believe it's something that they're consciously feeling and seeing...

Love has no physical characteristic, so how can we possibly know what it is,...Love?

You don't decide.
You don't get to choose.
You don't get to pick with love.
You just do it.

Not even knowing what it is....
we must know and remember...

we have the power

and the strength

To Love.

PEOPLE!

To dope...for this.

I'm the type of person that frees criminals because I see the imprisonment taking place in their mental state.
These people can't understand. They can't relate to common sense, they hate the world and fight in their own defense because they do not know true love.
They're not allowed to receive hugs...but they see that other people do.
They get kisses too.
But who wouldn't wanna wipe out the whole world by simply attacking our youth?
It's the lower class people that have parents who believe only white folks can b lethal and also anyone who points out that we are not all equals. That we are all different, we all have a deficit, we can't be equivalent, we're not positive people but we're the answer to this simple mathematical equation.
A negative and a negative equals more negative,...the cycle's repetitive.  So why not support the people that we define in our minds, probably because in our own minds we're held captive with the same strength we have to find freedom.

Simply reading,...but beyond just the letters and symbols and other physical representations.
Using our imaginations but creating the world we want to live in.
Every person, is a prisoner because who you are is within.
#PS #MoretoCome #LovePeaceProgressionLive

Good Evening.

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Barricaded

These keys hold freedom in their possession.
They lock in the depressed and are the source of my oppression,
I spend 40 plus hours a week redirecting
and trying to give people hope
in a place that sees no purpose in perpetuating progression
but rather making money off of special kids who need help dealing with life lessons
....these keys are weapons.
Harming to those that hold them and painful to those left behind because when the door to the outside closes it's magnetized, and both sides realize that this barricade exists not only physically but also in their minds.
..mine saying...
how could you?
Make these kids slaves, lock them up like they're caged, call them by patients and problems instead of by their names while the other side in their mind says...
I'm never leaving this place,
I'm tired of seeing the same faces, but I want to know what it's like, I need some space...
is this what my whole life will be like?
Keys open doors.
who is holding the key to yours?
the key to your life...
the keys to your home...???