Channelling Energy

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Channel it, its your life blood, so let it ride...
Just channel it homie, don't just lay down for these muthufucka's and die.....
Channel the energy dawg, it's your life force, its your life essence.
Channel it homie, it aint your enemy its a present from Allah of highly potent energy...
Just channel it dawg, its the life source, its what gave birth to the generations,
Just channel it wodie, and it will be your guiding light for eternity,
Just channel it, like you did before, and like your doing now subconsciously,
But this time channel that force consciously, and constantly,
Just channel it man, don't worry about if others don't understand,
Channel it my brother, its all you got, its what makes you a man,
Channel that shit, and let it be the solution to a grip of problems,
Channel it into an oasis and make it the basis for mental and spiritual subsistence,
Channel it, cause its a force unparralleled, it dwells with the supernatural,
Learn to understand it, so you can channel it and make it work for you,
Channel it dammit, or die and watch your body disinigrate into a thousand particles,
Channel it, like a man standin on the side of California Lake contemplatin his fate with his dearest Halima,
While Bombs are dropped over Babylon, makin the sky light up in shock an awe,
Confine yourself in that room, and channel your energy for what you love while innocent children across the globe met doom,
Channel it like when it seemed that you were the only man on the planet,
While bombs rained down and Iraqi towns were flooded with tanks,
You saw the esssence in the beauty the moon brings down and sparkles up reflections cross California Lakes,
Channelled up sexual passion why the rest of the world is actin like they aint got no love,
Let them hate you if they gone hate you, your only bleeeding from needin to release your life blood,
Channel it, like Ummm Aliyah sittin across you and the Universe acceptin your existence,
Channel it, even if it means havin a billion kids from a thousand baby moms, 
Now ya'll are startin to get an idea of the kinda shit that I'm on...

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Brian-
     TI has definitely been awhile since we last talked, or had any type of
communication for that matter. I was just looking through some old letters
and notes (I'm the worst pack rat) and i ran across all the letters and peoms
you wrote me, yes i kept every single one, I even kepta conversation that we
had online once. I feel like i owe you some explanations. First of all you
are one of the most talented writer i have ever had the privilage of knowing,
I feel honored that you wrote about me and to me. I'm sorry that i hven't
been the person i should have been to you, to tell you the truth you scared
me. You wanted  to enter a level of love that i never knew could be possible
for me, so judging from the past relationships i've witnessed my mother go
through i pushed it away feeling that i wasn't worthy of such love and
devotion. i now can appreciate all you've done for me, opening my eyes in
ways that i never knew they were closed to. i also wanted to tell you that i
am so sorry about Mike's death, I had no i dea you guys were so close. I cri
ed for days after you spoke at his funeral. YOu have a way with words that
caress the ear and flow in whether or not you want to listen to them. i wish
i could have been there for you like i should have been. And finally i want
to offer you my friendship once more, but in truth this time. So write me
back or call me sometime and let me know how you are. My cell is 21*-3**4.

(I had to modify the number so ya'll didn't go prank call her or something, lol)

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Old letter from 2002

Okay..... about 5 months ago I wrote something similar to this and it was very, very close, but not exact.  This is it.  I finally put it together what happened between you and me, it's like a wieght on my shoulder blades has been lifted.  Okay, it's simple as this.....

Most people go through life never really taking anything or anyone seriously.  Because to take someone seriously, you run the risk of suffering serious emotional damage, and in the same vien it is extremely difficult to attempt to really understand someone, because people are so complex. Meaning, we can't be broken down in black and white.

Now, whether it was when you were here, or after you left, at one point I made a conscious desicion that for once in my life, I was going to take something seriously 100% I was going to take you seriously, every bit of you.  But then, you never did end up taking me seriously, I tried over and over again to get you to take me seriously, and you never did and still don't.  So that's it.  Maybe I've gained from it anyway, but I could of lost completely everything, but luckily I pulled through and I'm probably better off for it.

I offer you 2 poems I wrote spring of my senoir year, so you know, I'm with you dogg........I've been there.....and also a poem from 2pac.


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Overwhelmed by Anger-(Infinite-Spring 2000)

I'm so fuckin mad right now/
I could fuckin pound/
A punk bitch to the ground/
Quicker than I could stick my dick/
So far in that bitches mouth/
Till she bites down/
And cum starts coming out/
At about that time/
I'm robbin everything that's yours/
And making it mine/
Hates coming out my poors/
In the form of pimples/
As I steal back a symbol/
Of what we once had/
And tell your dad/
To test my bad-ass/
And recieve nothing less than/
A blown chest plate/
And a sealed fate/
before the born on date/
Your life's in expiration/
Facin my hot temper/
Boiling at 900 degree's/
Spilling over and causing disease infested maleria/
And mass hysteria/
for your family/
And anyone else comin to test me/
I got a death wish/
I keep on top of my kill list/
Listing all possible stabbings/
Purse snatchings and armed robberies/
A sprit that doesn't breathe soon breaks/
Intakes too much selfishness/
To forsake a pennies worth of forgiveness/
needed to succeed in such conditions/
Sick of regular shit I deal with/
I see peace lying ahead/
Save my soul before my soul be dead!

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Confused Nation- (Infinite- spring 2000)

Death! Death! Death!
Yeah I said it/
Depressed! Depressed! Depressed!
Yeah I meant it/
Why must we hide our feelings in silence/
And dark corners/
I was born into this world/
Without asking/
And then you get mad
When I'm not acting?
Like shit is all good/
As if I should/
just put up a front/
When what I really want/
Is to take all the drunks/
and force them to confront/
They're obstacles/
Without turning to the bottle/
or turning on the sports channel
And yelling BRAVO!/
Let's take a look at tommarow/
All I see is sorrow/
More incidents/
Like the one in COLORADO/
More adolescents/
Getting caught up in/
A system/
that tells them nothing different/
Then shut the fuck up and listen/
Do what your told/
grow old, and die/
Never questioning why?
What's going on?
Here's a six pack/
Soon your problems will be gone/
Shout goes out to my dad Tom/
and to my Mom/
Leave the pills in the cabinet/
just cause the law tells you it's okay to have them/
It's still drug abuse/
whether you admit it or not/
And I've noticed you've been
having it alot/
Causing you to flip out/
At any given moment/
Control your shit and get ahold of it/
FUCK IT/
WHY TRY/
THERE'S A KNIFE/
HERE'S MY WRISTS/
SLIT!!!!!

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2pac Shakur- Sometimes I Cry- from when he was 18

Sometimes when I'm alone/
I cry because I'm on my own/
The tears I cry are bitter and warm/
They flow with life but take no form/
I cry because my heart is torn/
And I find it difficult to carry on/
If I had an ear 2 confide in/
I would cry among my treasured friends/
But who do you know that stops that long/
to help another carry on/
The world moves to fast and it would rather pass you by/
Than 2 stop and see what makes you cry/
It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry/
and no one cares about why.

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It's pointless if you don't get anything out of it.  But let me offer you the Islam point of view because you are probably unaware of what goes into a Muslim prayer.

First you have to perform abolution, clean off your wrists, your mouth, face, nose, head, feat.  This cleans you in the way of Allah, and seperates your regular self, from your spiritual self in preperation for prayer.

Then you pray and offer yourself to Allah, and acknowledge that you are man, and man is weak, and you ask the creator to give you strength, so that you can grow into your higher self.  You acknowledge who you are and your place in the world.  And you ask to Allah to bless your brothers and sisters.

You are to do this five times a day.  And it is a way of refocus and reastablishing your relationship with the most high.  And you are to pray the way the prophet prayed, with his form and technique.  Acknowledging that you are not the wisest, but another instrument in Allah's Plan, One Love, One God, One Nation.  Salam. 

I was an atheist over a year ago, so I know where your coming from, but if you don't see the wisdom in the prayer I described than I'm disspointed.  Peace.

If you are short on money, then Allah advices to fast, that means not eating from sunrise to sun-up, this will teach you patience and respect,and saves money and resources, always strive to be resourceful..... Yo aiight, that's enough preaching for me for the day, I lay back in the cut for a minute, peace

Moreover, there is nothing natural about looking out for yourself.  Islam does encourage self-preservation but not at the expense of another.  This is why Allah outlaws man vs. man practices such as gambling.  There is nothing natural about being corrupted by power.  What is natural, and what you will find in nature, is that we are all servents to our creator, the most high.  There are two unalterable truths.  Life and Death.  Allah has dominion over both.  We would not be here if it wasn't for our creator and everything functions in a related effort to maintain his beautiful creation.  If you rebel against the maintenance of self and disrespect the creator then you are a rebel of Islam.  It is natural to give charity and be submissive to your Lord.  It is unnatural to be corrupted by power.

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[*Z* - The Queen of Dubcc]

awesome work man. i liked it. keep the shit comin bro

+1

Z