Life Progresses, Lose Transgressions

Nerds explode to grow To observe every inch unfold... We choose a balanced attack of mind to mold You chose gold... I’ll watch the money go. I’m not interested in watching anymore numbers grow... That shit don’t go anywhere close to watching the living. Plants Children Trees Leaves buds on trees... Flowers appear magically... Organically... We feed much better on seed to tree... Than any stock market index could cede. Preach a gospel that does not forget how life truly proceeds and We seek... The finer things in life Mean friends to me... Things that do more than break bread... Nourish the web... Present me to the closest form of the light spectrum... Sun light the key to everything... Plastic wrap and potassium sorbate... Sodium benzoate mastering a depleting cell membrane... Goes directly to our brain and stays.... Never have I been Given the chance to Get the idea that Everyone of one Race is Equal!

Morning, Afternoon and Evening...

Before a Solution, there's You

I started this blog for a couple of reasons. I don't hear opinions in the media that are different from press releases put out by specific interests. I wanted a way to express myself, and to put my own ideas out there, to help diversify the mix. And I wanted a way for those close to me, both friends and family, to have a neutral space to see where I'm coming from on issues both great and small, personal and world wide. I grew up with this idea of freedom of speech, and that sharing ideas is the only way things get worked out. In the last few years, I've tried to find ways to express myself in ways that people around me could digest what I was saying and appreciate the attention I gave them. I haven't found any medium better than music and plain writing things down for people to get into my frame of mind. It seems we always come from where we are, where we come from to get what somebodies talking about, and seldom do we let go of our ties else where to appreciate a new point of view. I felt like starting a blog was a lot like going out on a limb. I was sure that the bow was sturdy enough, but finding myself farther and farther away from the trunk, certain insecurities lent themselves to sticking around. I, like most people, don't always feel confident about what other's are going to think about what I want to say. I can't even tell if anyone's really looking at my blog, except for one cute little comment on a piece I felt was a mere step in the right direction. But, even with the things that I can't do anything about, I have taken each discrepancy as a challenge to do something better. Each post, a step to something bigger and an opportunity to learn something about myself, and to share with the rest of the world. I am doing my best to not hold my opinions as the highest ground, but would not like to admit any expertize about anything but my own experience. I feel that our world deserves more appreciation of the individual, rather than just plastic forms molded and strengthened by people working hard and giving it their all. We, as individuals hold the power to allow anything to fail or succeed. I would like to show my appreciation for the 6 billion or so individuals on this planet that give our species a guide towards hope and a reality that includes every living thing's relationship to the whole. I say this because no one around me really understands that I do not talk just for myself, but would like to share my own movements to show the scale of the movement of the whole world. We, I beleive, live in a world based on love and trust. We come out of the womb, and we are able to love. We come out of the womb and are embraced by the pull of gravity, and as we grow, we learn to trust that that keeps us from floating away. Our personalities and experiences will always dictate the full spectrum of how we feel, but absolutes always have the opportunity to manifest into something positive for all parties. Having such a strong connection to the loving energy of this planet, I am able to appreciate that which will never be on TV. And those things that perpetuate themselves just to be on top, I believe will always find themselves in the same place till they start thinking of the whole. We as people are destined to learn from our mistakes, period. We will not move forward till we take what's holding us back and put it in a place where it can't do any harm and can only grow into something that's better. So, after reading this, take a moment and find something that you can appreciate. Look at it, feel it, say to yourself, I appreciate this. I do not want anything I do not appreciate to interfere with my appreciating this right now. Don't focus on anything else. If something flashes through you that you do not appreciate, let it go. Love what you can love, and that which you really don't like, tell yourself that it deserves the same space you give yourself, but you don't have to stick around for it at all. Things that we do not like, if ignored, usually turn into something completely different. In ways, that normally compliment the things you do enjoy. Have a great day, let's start enjoying the things we like and ignoring the things we don't. Cause eventually, you'll turn to me and realize we've been talking about the same thing and you never knew it. Then we will find solutions.

Living in Bliss, not what I miss

I don't eat meat very much anymore. In the last year, I've probably eaten meat only a hand full of times. Beef once, they knew the cow, organically raised, grass fed. Sushi a couple of times, and random other fish dishes through out the year. Someone warned me about what might happen, if I cut meat out of my diet. I might actually feel better, about myself, about life in general, about the world around me. You know, they were right. I cut meat, sugar, butter, all other dairy, and processed food almost a whole year ago. I think August 23, or 24th was the last time I had fast food. I came home, found a book called Healing with Whole Foods, and it changed my whole perspective about eating. From human garbage disposer. Eating almost anything, and ending a meal, only after every speck of food was eaten, to eating nothing but whole grains, and leafy green vegetables with maybe a little olive or flax seed oil. Don't you know, I haven't yearned for meat since. I grew up on an american diet. Meat, then carbs, whether white rice, or pasta, and a vegetable. Four major food groups, and maybe a discussion about a food pyramid, but only to include dessert and milk. Growing up, I drank a gallon of milk, every day and a half to two days. My parents buying four gallons of milk a week, my mom adding a bit to her tea in the morning, and my dad, if he had cereal. That left 14 cups of a cows teat for me. Invariably, and this was most of high school, I would also eat the majority of a pound of pasta for dinner. Pork chops, hamburgers, chicken (baked, fried, diced, cubed, sauteed, stir-fried, it didn't matter) were all staples in my digestive workings. Oh, and invariably, I was eating close to a pint of ice cream for dessert, every evening. Wonder what my arteries were handling, cause my belly never got any bigger. Guess it didn't need to. ;-) My parents went on weight watchers when I was 8. So everything in our house was low calorie, low fat. We always had fresh vegetables, unless my sister or I was cooking dinner, and even then, we were usually making a salad, to help sift all that meat through our intestines. But I had only flirted with being vegetarian for a week (I was 15), and that quickly became just red meat, and then fattened up to anything as our family went on a camping trip and the bar-b-q made up for lost appetites before. Well, sometimes things just work out as easily as they appear. I started reading this book, and it all made sense. The gist was, basically, if you put in the building blocks your body needs, you won't be hungry later. Standard american diet of meat potatoes and veggies was based on a study done years ago that mapped out 10 amino acids needed, oh wait, for the diet of a rat. Mama's breast milk has eight and those eight can be found in any variety of organic whole grains. So I slept on it, and pretty much the next day, went from cookies, chicken, white pasta and bread, to like I said organic whole grains, and leafy green vegetables. My goal, to keep it up for 6 months, flush my system. Remove excess mucus, which builds up in our intestines especially because of dairy and meat, and see how I feel. I went for a week, without any fat. Man, that turned into a big headache, and I couldn't figure out why. Then I realized I wasn't putting but a tablespoon worth of olive oil in my rice for dinner (organic brown rice, has an essential complex of magnesium and other nutrients necessary for calcium absorption). So, I went to my local grocer and bought a bottle of flax seed oil. It was like 15 dollars. But instead of meat, it was worth the price. I ate a cup and a half of oats every morning, with a dollop of raw honey (raw honey has enzymes and nutrients that are anti-viral, anti-biotic, full of life giving essentials that pasteurized honey lacks). For lunch, I was eating a cup or two of brown rice with steamed basil, mung bean sprouts, spinach, broccoli and baby carrots. And for dinner something very similar. Don't you know, three weeks into this, I felt better like a million bucks. I mean, better than I ever have for as long as I can remember. At the time, I was going through some really unnecessary things. My son's mom had left him with me because of a fight between the two of us. All of my friends and family were out of town on vacation, so I couldn't find anytime to work. And on top of it all, the woman I was in love with, had managed to slip in and break my heart. Man, it was scene for disaster, and I knew I was at a fork in the road. I had three things to help me get better and I had three things to make me go under. Only the path of less resistance did I make the right decision. I remember thinking, the only way for me to really get into this and do it, was to allow myself to eat anything I wanted. If I feel like eating meat, I can allow myself, if I want a cookie, I'll have a cookie. I know that what I'm reading will allow me to be able to eat exactly what my body needs, but a discipline is only accomplished with tolerance and flexibility. At least, that was my out, if I wanted it. And for 6 months straight, from the beginning of September to the end of March, I only had meat once, and that was a shrimp in an egg roll, I was not expecting to have meat in it. One tiny shrimp in 6 months was a big change from meat every night at dinner, like any good American house hold. Not having any dairy in my diet, meant I didn't have to battle any colds this past winter. Having only grains and veggies in my belly meant that my meals could be absorbed into my blood stream as soon as I ate them. Meats can take up to three days in our intestines, before the nutrients can be fully absorbed, and even then they say we have an excess of 15 pounds of undigested protein in our belly at any given time. EWWWW!!! What the fuck is the meat packing industry thinking? "That and I want it preserved so when we cut out of you, we can sell it again?" Thank you, but let's leave the feed lots alone and start raising more pastures, so our cows can walk and munch like they were made to. Basically I went from the pharmaceutical industry of food, that most of us have no idea about, to the I'm raised off of the nutrients of mother earth, who supplies my immune system with everything my body needs to be healthy, side of things. Which, ironically, is the only way we're liable to survive as a species and a planet. The food industry like all other industries is run to produce. The theory being the more product, the more money it makes. Our bodies thrive differently. The higher quality, more nutritious the food, the smaller we chew it up, the better we absorb and the more we use the food to rebuild and maintain our whole being. The meat industry has a policy of "as long as we can cram 'em in, we'll cram 'em in, till the doors don't shut" form of raising livestock, which supplements millions to pharmaceutical companies to keep down epidemics of disease and nutrition deficiency, and has been in-breeding the same genetic lines for so long that their DNA is making people's cells deficient and leaking dimensia into the populace. In olden times of living off the land, meat was a luxury. One might kill one cow for the year, smoke it, and store it for special occasions. Thank you Christmas ham. Grains supplement a majority of the protein we needed to survive and trace nutrients in the whole grains allowed our bones to stay strong and our immune system to ward off infections more readily. As the population of the country and then the world began to increase and become more condensed in cities. The ability to mass produce and then store larger quantities of food became a necessity. The advent of processing foods for storage entered the food industry and white flour and canned goods replaced the open market and farm to table way things were. Huge epidemics of nutrient strapped illness spread across the country and instead of famine because of lack of food, famine because of low quality food was introduced to the populace. Systematically, causes were singled out of individual crises, but production was always dominant over quality. Instead of making more whole wheat. We enriched white flour with niacin and iron, not realizing that even more trace nutrients, including magnesium were being removed from our diet. Instead of finding protein in gluten, our bodies were breaking the flour down into simple sugars, which would give us a boost of energy, but were stripping our bodies of nutrients we would rather utilize for absorption. Our digestive systems over the last 100 years have been over taxed and abused to such an extent that no matter how much food we eat, we can't get enough nutrients to supplement our bodies rejuvenation. We eat more calcium, maybe even more than ten times as much as people from the earth farm cultures, and have epidemic rates of osteoporosis, tooth decay, and bone loss. It's not the calcium that's the issue, it's little things like magnesium which open up the calcium ducts in our cells and bones, so that we may absorb the calcium in our bones. We have more free-floating calcium running through our bodies, but without the magnesium, the calcium is solidifying in our kidneys and gull bladders and skin, not in our bones. White sugar, having all the potassium, and other trace nutrients removed, does nothing but bond itself to our brain cells, affecting and slowing synapse firing and keeping our brains from working on a level that is necessary for healthy living. Yet, is so addictive that that rush we get is more enjoyable than keeping our train of thought, or just thinking clearly. This is why the whole food movement and organic farming, sustainable living movements are so important. It may seem to cost more at first, depending on where you get your produce. It may seem like it's not as pretty as our Genetically Modified, Sterile counter parts. But what it lacks in appearance, the more you taste organic, whole foods, the more you will begin to appreciate the taste and strength of organic living. Hope you have a great day and enjoy a fresh organic peach, their delicious this time of year. Peace.

DHS - Department of Human Suffering....Love is what we need...

The Department of Human Services has gone through a lot of bad press regarding how they have dealt with certain cases where kids were horribly abused or killed after social workers had already investigated allegations. For all the good hard working social workers, I feel sorry for the extra energy your management has put to force feeding you to do a better job. For the two social workers I've met. There's still a lot we need to talk about. My son made me feel he was being abused last September, and after making sure what he was showing me was more than just something he wanted to play a game with, I called the Philadelphia Department of Human Services for assistance. As professionals, I figured they'd be the best to help me figure out whether what Aviv was showing me was true and what wasn't. A case worker came to my house within a couple of days. When she did, she looked over my house, asked me what I'd noticed and why I called and took one look at my son. Without doing anything else, she said, oh he's too young, he's not gonna say anything that a judge would listen to. "I don't even know why I'm here, I usually work with 12 and 14 year olds. If he were talking [meaning if he could talk well enough to testify in court] then maybe we could do something for him right now. Sorry, she said, but I'm gonna have to say there was nothing founded in my report unless you can get him to talk to me right now." And you'll just have to wait till he's at least 5 or 6 for him to talk. I couldn't believe it, my son tells me something, his mom won't even acknowledge that I'm calling her for good reason. At the time she had left him with me for like 5 weeks. I had been religious about sticking to our agreed custody arrangement. The laws in Pennsylvania give dad's very little leeway as it is, so making sure we get equal time with him, means I get my time with him, period. Well, my dad lived through the '50's and me, I get to let you know what hasn't changed since. Now, I'm a good guy to understand that agencies like DHS must get a lot of false calls, parents trying to pit the system against the other to gain leverage and full custody. I've never had to do either, my goal has always been my son's well being. Having no contact with him when he was at his mom's house has been something I've struggled with ever since we started living a part. It was not something I was dealing with just at the moment, I'm talking about now. So, I took this social worker's read as, you went to her house first, before you even saw my son. OK. You talked with her first. Cool. She's Black, me I'm White. That I'll never miss. She, for all the heads out there, has been learning about the moors. I feel that. She likes to abuse this gate, though and build a re pore that makes me nothing but some confederate flag yielding, white sheet wearing KKK white dude. Can I say how easily this insights riots in the Hood? Oh, yeah I grew up in this city. My whole life, and not till I met her did I have to prove my word was born. Holla. In any case. I think I got sideswiped for having a mixed child and a baby's mama that said I was just being racist and was trying to get over on her. Whew, imagine if this shit were flipped. My mama would have whooped my ass, had I abused such accomplishment that even my ancestors today supported and fought for. I can't even imagine finding everlasting salvation in such a hustle that doesn't force your ass to listen to your son. All I would ask anyone to do is switch the focus to the kids. Every child is worth the energy it would take to get to know them. Any kid going through something demeaning or abusive is not going to talk to just anyone about it, ever. So for 8 months all I had was he's too young to tell us anything, sorry, but you're out of luck mister. Like how dare I even try. Hmmph, listen, get shady with me, watch me find a way to find someone who will listen. This Spring, my son started talking a lot, this time giving examples and showing sure signs of neglect and changes in behavior that were too drastic not to show clear lines from something traumatic. Literally, He spent 8 weeks with me, this time. Spent a whole week screaming at the top of his lungs. He has never done that, always 24 hrs of screaming and adjustment, but he always pulls through and a little boy will emerge the next morning from the cocoon he's confined to in his other environment. After 5 days straight of him acting out the whole day, screaming. Waking up after going to sleep, screaming he's not going back. He'd never had bad dreams like this, ever. I called his mom and told her we needed to get him evaluated. I don't think she's ever considered that his behavior could be connected to something he's experienced. Listen, had I been able to work this out with just his mom, it would have been resolved years ago. What can I say, it took me a year and a half, and now 2 years to try to get something out with anyone else. Aviv, daddy's not giving up on you. We're just fighting with weapons older than any metal smith could smelt, when we break this tunnel through, it'll be because you and I were working just as hard from either side. Your effort will show your worth greater than any trauma would subside just from me shooting, no holds bar. Instead I'm picking up my pen and shooting knowledge out to as many people as read this entry. For all the heads trying to figure out how I'm not contributing. Listen, being there for my son is all I have. I shoot someone, his mom will never have a chance to move past what she went through as a child and Aviv will think that's how shit changes and for real, they ain't putting people in jail to change things. Shit stays the same, the more people like you and me get put in shackles. So, A case worker comes to my house because my kids been screaming for three weeks straight. He won't tell me anything about what's bothering him, can't, says he'll get hurt. So, I spend each day with him, giving him the space to work out of his screaming bouts. I mean I can't hit him for acting out, cause it's obviously something that has been in him for a while. So, we start climbing a latter our of the pit, using each tantrum as a rung and the closer to light we get, the closer to not feeling responsible for the emotional baggage he's carrying, he gets. I'm a firm believer in a person figuring out their own resolutions to life's problems and watching my son go through something so serious with no support to climb out of it, but from his daddy. I fully support my kid in his development and was raised not spoil anyone. This guy comes into my house, hears my observations, hears what little Aviv has told me and looks around my place. He tells me that he's been to Aviv's mom's house. Where everything seems to have a meaning. OK, good, she's got alters to guide her spiritual growth. Oh, and the old man you say is her boyfriend. They refer to him as the Prophet, or Prophet Ali. This is straight from the case workers mouth. That wasn't enough to include in his report though. He can't evaluate anyone's mental health except if the child is bleeding and having been 3 weeks since I made the report. We've been doing work ourselves, just to function day to day. The way I actually got a case worker to come to my house is a great sequence of events. I wasn't planning on returning Aviv until some sort of support was instituted for him to feel comfortable enough to be at his mom's house, alone. Like I said, I'm not allowed to have contact with him when he's there, and He is still telling Me he's not going back. I've never kept him, even when he used to cry about it, but this was for weeks, not as we're putting our coats on to go to his mom's house. Well, so I write an email to some close friends about my situation and how I could be held in contempt for going against an existing order. For Aviv, I was ready to be held till this was all brought to a head. I got one response. From an old teacher of mine. He's now a psycho-therapist and specializes in child abuse. Don't you know, he spent 5 minutes with me and Aviv, and for the next 2 and half hours worked with Aviv. Two and a half hours. Play therapy. Aviv got to work through all his emotions. When we walked into the door, the furthest Aviv could express what he was going through was by punishing himself. Hitting himself on his hands. across his own face, telling himself to shut up, stuff like that. When he left, he was able to become his abuser and act out on other things (like a puppet) how he was being hit. As we started to rap up, Aviv and my psycho-therapist friend went outside to run into his next door neighbor's kids. Turns out his next door neighbor is a Director at DHS and after hearing Aviv's story from both me and our therapist friend, she gave me the chain of command and who I should talk to when. By Monday, this was Wednesday I think, we had a DHS worker at my house. By the end of the week, when the hearing was, I was seeing a kid work through his own issues, right in front of me, not only mirroring other people's behavior, but acting out and saying what they would say to him, while he was being hit. And by the end of the next week, the week DHS came to interview him he was figuring out how to work things out by himself. Telling me he loved me everyday, whenever he felt it. That was something he'd only done out of the blue. Man, so when this case worker came in, I knew all he was seeing was a happy kid. He told me how unless there was blood coming out of the kid, he couldn't do anything unless Aviv would state directly to him how he was being abused. Aviv took one look at this dude and said I don't know you. I couldn't blame him. Later, he said, "Daddy, I'm just a little kid, I can't talk to people." This is probably the hardest thing I'll ever hear anyone say. Aviv, if I could give you the podium as you want, I would man. Well, after an hour of sitting in my house and about 5 minutes trying to talk with Aviv, asking him things like do you want to go with me to your mom's house? (no, I'm with Daddy.) Or, is your mom using Crack. Man, that one fucked me up. He don't know you man. This DHS worker got his things together and as he was walking out of my door, said under his breath, "Man, I'm not getting shot over something like this." Shot, who said anything about being shot. Listen, I told him, as he's walking down my stairs, if you think they're intimidating you, what about this little kid. Only person he has looking out for him is me. What a bitch, yo. Afraid he's gonna get shot, so he's not gonna take that as reason to make sure my son's safe with me? You're a bitch. I kept Aviv another two weeks, and at the following court hearing, after I highlighted every nasty and abusive act my son had testified to me in confidence. OUr Psycho-therapist friend was not allowed to testify because both parents had not approved of his talking with Aviv. The judge turned to my lawyer and stated that I had no reason to even say anything. That Aviv's mom was granted full custody. I have two hours supervised visits every Sunday at Family Court at 18th and Vine and Aviv, no need for any follow up. Fuck him, how dare I keep a child from his mother. Riding the bus home after this, I went to a mosque instead of going right home. It was either find myself in a room full of men for a higher cause, or I'm shooting somebody. I got home and was accosted by a call from my parent's minister. My parents and him were coming over to make sure I was level enough to talk to. Aviv was not to be involved in any discussion about him having to be sent back to his mom's. I was to be escorted the rest of the way, so as not to go against another court order. Man, don't you know I only had 45 minutes to tell him he was going back into a war zone no one would step up and support him in for two years. This shit has got to stop ma. Pick your kid up and make love your judgment, not how much your ego will gain from people thinking you're getting over on some white dude. I ain't that dude and you ain't that good at what you do. So, don't slip. That kid will remember everything when he's old enough to emancipate himself, and like you did with your mom, he will with his. Peace and Blessings. SAVE AVIV, everyone, no more kids need to be lost in the system. And thanks ahead of time for all your support. My son really deserves a better life than what he's been getting, and I deserve to be able to give it to him.

Shiatsu - Allowing the World to Heal Itself.

Shiatsu, a form of body work that applies pressure to certain points along the body. Unlike most healing techniques, Shiatsu's claim is not to heal the receiver. Rather Shiatsu allows to receiver to heal themselves. The most the practitioner does is follow a persons reaction to pressure and how they relax. In essence, communicates with the receivers body, adjusting, just to help the flow reach as far as the receiver is willing to allow, releasing as the receiver dictates. One of the first things we learn is making two hands become one. Probably the most comprehensive concept in beginning shiatsu, it allows the practitioner to remove themselves from anything but directing pressure, makes it easier to come from the Hara (one's center) and feel what's going on in the receiver's body. Basically, if starts the conversation of what needs to happen for a practitioner to help the receiver to release tension and feel themselves relax. In shiatsu, we call this the ortho-sympathetic body and the para-sympathetic body. Ortho-sympathetic, or just sympathetic, body controls our fight or flight reactions. Not much of a choice, but this body is full of movement, putting energy into action. The para-sympathetic body is our feeling body. It's where our emotions thrive, where we express, how we work things out. This is the body that helps us heal, engages our immune system and makes sure we have can see more of the picture than what's making us react. Having a balanced energy body means having a balanced ortho and para sympathetic bodies. Allowing the body to remain open to communicate, yet strong enough as not to be pushed around. Putting my hands on someone is a great honor. To be able to go into a state that allows both practitioner and receiver to relax and go into a meditation that is able to open up the body in ways that benefit major organs, relieve tension, open up joints, and sustain the receiver to feeling better than before the treatment is the most wonderful way to interact with another person, I have ever experienced. Vulnerabilities are kept to a minimum. Receiver and Practitioners are fully clothed. There's no need to be self conscious about any of the insecurities that can arise in sexual encounters. No awkward touches on one's body, in that nobodies gonna be fondling anyone's breasts or privates. And best of all, anyone can do it. All you need is a finger or thumb, or something to direct pressure and an understanding of the meridian system in the body. Meridians follow mostly the circulatory system in the body, and connect with a major organ, at least energetically. Allowing a meridian to open, allows that particular organ to open. Any meridian opening is beneficial to the whole body. Amazingly, of twelve meridians, they're all very easy and start or end with a finger or toe. to even just pull on each finger or toe nail can help open up stagnant chi and allow the body to be in a more relaxed state. In the first weekend of shiatsu, besides learning the full body outline, which is the basis of any shiatsu treatment. We first learned the concept of making room. Now, we're always working to make more room in our outside lives for chores, responsibilities and people. What if we spent just as much energy making enough room on the inside as well? We could straighten our posture. Assimilate nutrients better. Rebuild tissue, organs and bones. unwind tendons, get rid of old aches and pain. The closer we get to relaxation the better our nervous system works to help our body participate in keeping ourselves healthy. Allowing the energy in our body to move the way it's supposed to, is not the only to keep ourselves healthy. Eating the right kinds of foods is also the most important way to stay healthy. Shiatsu has the ability to open up avenues to new ways of living that benefit everyone. In days that are saturated by TV with violence, guns, drugs, and stressful situations, we all could really benefit from being reminded of how special we really are. And what other amazing things our bodies can do, to benefit ourselves and benefit the whole rest of the world. Happy Shiatsu.

A Start for the Sons Around Me

Philly man, the place I grew up. A beautiful city with every kind of person you could ever want to meet. Philly, the city of brotherly love, the city that loves you back, the city of cheesesteaks, cheese whizz, and tastykakes is slowly killing off its sons. Brings tears to my eyes when I think of how many men, boys just men, have left with burning holes in their flesh. For what? Whew, how does anyone narrow that one down. I'm say guns. There's a great song by a folk singer named Holly Near where she says all the things that could've made things so bad, and even after all the politicians and birth defects and school funding cuts are out on the table, she says the thing she'd get rid are the Guns. Guns. Standardized by a man named Colt to kill the masses, I mean supply at a higher rate of production. Guns, the first industry with interchangeable parts. For what? Nothing, unless you're hunting bears with your .357. Your gun can't keep you warm late at night. Can't make sure you've got all the nutrients you need to be healthy. Won't stop someone from hitting you with their car. Don't do anything, really. But they have a nostalgia. From World War movies, Westerns, to action packed endeavors worth hundreds of millions we've gotten this device implanted into our brain, right with sex and sugar. Like that would feel better to make love with, or would cool me off more than the popsicle in my freezer. Anyway brothers, I'm not interested in letting anything replace me in the sack. I can't say I'm anything but a spectator looking in. I'm no expert, and if I were to get into it, call me a medic, or a sage cause the oldheads know a different way and I've been listening to them my whole life, so why aren't you? You think hiding under your pillow after someone goes down is gonna make you more money in the long run? If I were to speak with the dead, I'm sure they'd want people to know they weren't ready to die. That now that they've passed they see how different it could be, had they not been in like that. That they can see the other way, and it's so much more wonderful than anything they had imagined before they had the opportunity to feel it. Then we've got the whole campaign of putting down the guns. Man, that's easy for me, I don't have one. But what if you do carry a gun? I'm not gonna tell you have to put it down, if it makes you feel (opportune word,here) feel safer. Listen, though. It's time we change the code. If another innocent loses their life, if you think people are gonna look up to you, that you'll be more of a man for being able to kill someone, after reading this, I hold no responsibility for what you go through. You have a lot to learn and to learn you're gonna have to make some time for someone to help you. Guns, man, the code at the highest continues to relieve stress on the masses from genocide and annihilation. In the world of hustling and raising funds, the goal should be making money, not buying death. You raise a network, count all the money you could be make. The larger the network, the more money everyone can make. You do it from your block and shoot out the block next to you, y'all got a war and cops and nobody making as much money as they should. Man, fuck that bullshit. Make that money, make sure you ain't got no cops on you and you'll go on forever. It's dumb letting someone destroy your empire before it even gets started. Especially if you have to look back on from jail and realize that now your work is for all the young brothers who can win this War, For Real. We've got look outs, I don't bother with the whole networking, but change the code from just me to all people. You make more money the more people you can include in what you do, you loose everything when you cut death into the network. I know the idea of power is strong on this force. But, I don't need to touch on that, when power just dictates that I listen to what you need. I have enough power to do that. I'm all ears. When you leave, make sure to close the door and don't forget what we've talked about, I won't.