Category Archives: Think Pieces

Levels To A System I Survived

In life there are the successful and the overwhelmed. Those people who push America to the greatest heights never foreseen to an average person. Those who separated themselves by going after an American fantasy fueled by their own desire to be completed energy in a workflow environment. Becoming a living micro-organism helping the benefits that are employed by high company wages.  Those people are really great aristocrats in a society where doing math numbers helped gave definite answers to an unsolved invention for a humans facets. They have reached the second level from a minimum wage employee doing laborious activity: feeling slaved to American society.

People often at the bottom feel a sense of powerlessness and helplessness. Not being able to become equipped to sit in a class room, having thirst of knowledge. They took a blow to the seat belt strapped, not having leeway to escape this accident. Being in a primal instinctive existence to fight for life, going through trials and tribulations not having a great enigma backing them or their beliefs. This is what separated; human thought, process and action from one another understanding. Also on the same token, this has proven to be America’s best suited warriors to take on the ills that higher leveled minds would never imagined doing. Instilling a sense of humility in their spirit.

I had to pick up my mighty sword: living to fight another day. The position I was birthed in to earn my soils birthright. I was a white lily sinking into the dirt on which blood shed by our human torment had started. Raised by the hand of King Louie and instilled by Genghis Khan to instill human systems that supported their families name. Generations to come, levels are realized by going against the grain for the top to succeed. Levels in life are only an Animals will to devour those that are on a dietary food chain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Traveling Is Worth More Than Money

Hours after punching a clock, going through a rat race to fulfill life’s responsibilities. Sitting in a cold office space drinking hot coffee to stay alive as the time hands move number to number. We endlessly search through our smart phones for the latest happening in order to keep ourselves entertain. Maybe I am a business owner that is in a small town with a mom and pop store. Giving great services to people that are in my area, In hopes that they come back again and again. All in this grand scheme of living a full-filling happy life.

As I am making my ends meet while greeting good faces. All have different creeds and backgrounds. I question my point of reality and wonder. It has to be more to life than what I am doing right now. We open our travel pamphlets. Looking at the world vast and wide. Wishing to hit the vast sea or the worlds open sky in order to experience something new and different.

Traveling is an end goal in which a human being has to accomplish. Why ?   Because of the importance it brings to a person. Why see what is going on in the small town in a different place. There are ancient relics that are left un-explored at our journeys, waiting for us to be seen. Different parts of America are experiencing different clement changes during winter and summer seasons.

In a humans lifetime, traveling is important to a persons psyche. It opens up the realm of possibility that are experience may be missing. 

Why Having A Great College Degree And Financial Literacy Will Make You A Millionaire In Your Thirties

A IT specialist walked away from his job becoming a millionaire by thirty-nine. He discussed knowing how he was able to save by not buying extra necessities. Being able to know how and when to spend. Not having to worry about his daily financial living expenses. The article stated as long as I am able to save an X amount of money, I will be able to see success. His only down fall might be buying so many clothes. I might take an Uber out a lot, not knowing the benefits of how taking the bus might save me. The IT guy was able to save his money in order to build himself for investments. With a job that makes at least 60 to 100-Thousand a year. How can one not be able to expect to save money and budget accordingly.

While Americans that live below middle class work three jobs to afford rent and be able to save. Then we turn around and say… “HEY ! RAISING THE MINIMUM WAGE WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE ALL PEOPLE EQUAL IN AN ECONOMY WHERE FINANCIAL SECURITY IS NOT FEASIBLE WITH OUT THE PROPER TOOLS NEEDED FOR A PERSON TO SUCCEED.”…OF course this article makes sense in the context for a guy that makes much money and is well educated. I believe one factor this article is missing is that planning ahead for financial success to be able to save money, is a key.

Investing is a great tool needed to become a millionaire. Knowing when to find the proper company to invest your stock in. So you will be able to have a share in a company that is showing or has already great promise.  Become a steady thinker and plan a solid foundation in netting money. These are one of the tools needed to become a solid investor and retire. All means arm your self with knowledge and get that great college degree.

Osiris Is The Spirit Of Yugi Mutou

Slifer The Sky Dragon was a ferocious deity sealed away inside a stone tablet. Atem had this as his stead then to be inherited by Yugi Mutou on the search to gain back the pharaohs memories. This card having been introduced In the battle city arch, was seen as Yugi’s first god card. The original adaptation of Slifer The Sky Dragon was meant to be Osiris The Sky Dragon. Which is a pharaoh that was overseer of the Afterlife and underworld.

Osiris lead his people from great famine, creating fertility among the crops. People during this time believed in ritualistic children sacrifices. Heartache and confusion with people spirituality took a great toll on the land. Making it hard for their country men to  prosper. The god Osiris risen, showing people how to take advantage of their soil. He single handily reverse curses of past rituals, stopping child killings. At the end of it all Osiris met an end. Only to be killed by Set. Jealousy took control of the heart, leading Osiris to an unfortunate end.

Slifer The Sky dragon is an adaptation of Osiris. The qualities that make up the character Osiris is an unique one. He only wanted to protect his people and is described as a protagonist in his story. Yugi Mutou has the same qualities that would make up a pharaoh looking after his people. Offering protection and guidance during the perils of battle. Only to turn out victor at the end of it all. Also the person that killed Osiris has a name familiar to Yugi’s main rival, Seto Kaiba. Both of them fight it out, only to fulfill their inner most desire, Being The King of Duels. Kaiba animosity toward Yu-Gi had no ends. As Kaiba would go through great length just to receive great power, only for Yu-Gi to be able to beat him in the end.

Hidden Colors In Rap Music- The Truth Behind Stereotypes

Stereotypes has always been a factor in our social ladder. Being that the white man can’t jump or a dark skinned American is a super-predator in society. When we combine this with what it means to make music. It holds a stigma on what it means to be an artist. Which would make the people that are in suits, invest dollars into a marketing campaign. That promotes the stereotypes of a certain ethnic group. It is hard for a rapper to tell the truth when he is confided in a box of stereotypes. Being unique sells, but being that of a cloth. Helps the cut become clear in the eyes of the audience. Humans like to see the depiction of a person torment happening in real time. Being the center stage on gods podium. Showcasing self-destruction on the highest realm.

When in reality, the voice behind this artistic form is expressing an out-reach of their environment. If we look at Gucci Mane, he has always been seen as a person that indulges in behavior that would land someone in prison. Having many media beefs, fighting an active citizens guard and even sprawled rap beefs that landed mainstream media attention. Gucci Mane was herald as one of raps terrors. Which helped boosted his marketing campaign through the roof. After getting out of prison, he had a chance to reintroduce himself as more than a rapper. He introduced us to a clean Gucci, living the life of the rich and famous.  In most cases, is sad. When this person was being championed as a super-criminal. Instead of get the proper help he needed when he was out. This is the case of most artist. We glorify their self-destruction until their demons eat away at their vital being.

When we see rappers that are spreading truth. It is often seen as a bore, being a rapper is not good enough. You actually have to embrace the ethos of the streets. Which in all cases is fine. But people are in love with gang culture, which is a thing among a young hustler trying to find his circle of niggas getting to the money. When all of America can not wait to throw this at his next court hearing. Just to put it in writing, that artist of this genre proves to America that we are borderline terrorist. This is not healthy for the mindset of Americans. Again and again, we are accepting nigga-bashing on a platform we’re the teachings of white supremacy helped mold a view point of an inner-city kid.

Rap artist can’t tell societal truths until we accept that this mold has to be broken. Yes, I love to shine. But I shined from the gravel Thomas Jefferson and his cohorts buried us under. Taking advantage of the narcotics that was flown overseen and even extorted inside a crooked cops nose. When I tell the truth, I am even seen as the problem still. Ready to be persecuted again and just be thrown into the court house. Even worse, have my own people go against me. With me having to embrace a me against the world mentality. Now there is nothing wrong with a person expressing themselves in a way that grants them escapism. When I tell the truth, do not write a bullet with my name on it.

Migrant Caravan And My Thoughts On Government Corruption

Right now, there are at-least fifteen-hundred refugees marching to U.S soil. Migrating from their homeland Honduras because of the crime rate. Economic hard-ship has taken a toll on it’s people their. Gang activity has risen off the charts, surpassing that of Americas most violent cities. As the people march trying to find a better life. America wants to keep them in detainment. The National Guard has control on the situation at hand, guarding the U.S Border. Donald Trump has stated some criminals are apart of the caravan to America.

People has had accounts of being in Honduras. A Local Student gave her perspective on what is taking place in her home country. She said it is a very dangerous place. So dangerous that when they tried to take her brothers car, her brother received a wound, getting shot in the back. A couple more statements I read is that the people work from sunrise to sundown. Only to bring home five dollars. With that five dollars they have to be able to support their families. Situations like these create issues of human-trafficking and the selling of their kids. Local politicians have no worries, their aim is to get rich. America has tribute at-least millions of dollars to their economic structure. Only for the hands of greedy people to take it for their own benefit and gain.

Economic elites have a closed networking group among the politicians in Honduras. President Juan Orlando Hernandez, is helping strengthening the corruption in Honduras. Illegal trade is taking place right now, helping fly drugs in and out the country. This would explain the gang violence that is happening in the country. As the countries black market is a way to strengthen the peoples survival in a country that is war torn. Nobody is helping the people their, instead people are being taken advantage of. It makes me wonder who is the corporations and criminal ties that is pushing this agenda. It all comes down to the almighty dollar.

From my point of view, this has always been a context in a society we’re man wants to rule over a body of people. Only to end up for exploitation of their country to happen. As these people march the borders. They have trauma, feeling as if the world they we’re born into is cursed. No-love for their people, only to create immigrants that are like Tony Montana out the movie Scarface. Some people are flying to U.S soils from this country to birth their children. But, only the rich are taking advantage of this situation. While the poor are dealing with government corruption and the rise of gang activity. The people in Honduras should take a stand together instead of kill off one another. As this situation mirrors economic hard-ship in America with minority groups. How long are we going to let corrupt political power and businesses take advantage of us as a people ?

Less Fortunate Circumstances Awoke Peter Parker

When not having a pot to piss in, you’re back is against the wall. The walls that are caving in on thy back, slowly falling back with the gravel mid-air. You have to make sixteen ways to eat and forty ways to breath. You instantly awaken the will-power to survive. The will power to swim through the sides that are soon to meet you on the fall. You will not let the tides take you down stream without a fight. On the fall you strap yourself onto the rocks that are falling with you before you drop. Praying you do not sink on the fall.

Splash ! As soon as you hit the currents with the rocks. You being on this massive bolder lessened the impact of the crash. Yo body is not shattered. As you fall into the deep abyss you see the light as you stare up. You swim upward seeking the light for survival. You made it out of the shallow murky water that even octopuses, massing to the size of New York got swallowed by.  Crying because you swim with no compass. Not knowing when the destination ahead will be your escape. You just know, the past is in hindsight and the future is now. You keep swimming and hoping until your body has met the sea shore.