20051122

It ain't eZ, being mE

I take a shot of Henessey
now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed
laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggaz on the,
other side
Two childhood friends just died,
I couldn't cry
A damn shame,
when will we ever change
And what remains
from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my niggaz
than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang,
that's the game
I'll be damned if a thang changed,
fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion,
lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children,
so we cold
Rag top slowin down,
time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass,
uhh
It ain't easy,
that's my motto
Drinkin Tanqueray
straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless,
I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin roaches,
cause we broke
Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops roll by
It ain't easy... that's right

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary,
or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary,
or will I stay free

Lately been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops
while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience,
I'm havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts,
me all my childhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a little green
I was only seventeen,
when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli',
casue these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tommorrow,
am I fallin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say
fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin,
I can't go home
Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin,
so now I'm in this high powered cell
at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge,
can't post no bail,
what do I do in these county blues
Gettin battered and bruised
by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this,
livin hell,
listenin to niggaz yell
Tryin to torture em to tell,
I'm gettin mail
But ain't nobody sayin much,
the same old nuts is makin bucks
while these sluts is gettin fucked
They violated my probation,
and it seems
I'll be goin on a long vacation,
meanwhile
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary,
or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary,
or will I stay free

- Tupac (It Ain’t Easy, versus 1 and 3)

20051117

QuE ViVa La ReVoluCion

The CD finally came in today. I ordered ImmortaL Technique's first Album Revolutionary VoL. 1 and I just started kikin it. not too pretend to give an in depth review of it or anything, but this CD is more Raw and definately underground feel than Revoloutionary VoL 2. His Lyrics are murder to any mark, flow unstopable, and his beats aren't as melodic with guitar and piano and trumpets, but its got hard repetive beats that are so true to hiphop. Here's the song that I heard the first night I ever heard of him at my friends house and it converted me to a great admirer of his. The name of this song is 'Poverty of Philosophy'. and it's more like just straight talking over a beat, than a song or spoken word or rapz.


Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

Nigga talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.

I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Columbia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.

But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.

But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans.

So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.
Viva la revolucion!


- ImmortaL TechniQue (The Poverty of Philosophy from the ALbum Revoloutionary VoL 1)

20051116

The KeeP aLL PeopLe

They’re attackin our people
Say we’re not equal
They’re not the colonists
They’re the middle class keep aLL
Keepin aLL the same
Not using their brain
to seek out what’s true
just fortune and fame
it’s insane
to be living life so vain
not understanding that we’re
protecting the mind frame
that’s made us aLL lame
up until the point
that we finally reclaim
our name

What Shame!

And the blame
Must be placed
Squarely where it’s owed
It’s already been showed
We barely have a say
But no way
This form of life is here to stay

The Middle Class mass
That has never known hunger
Will not feel the zeal
Or the urgency of the younger
Who face’s racist places
Everywhere she graces
There people on the hate lists
Blacks and Arabs of all ages
Latinos with indigenous traces
Caribbeans, Indians, Asians
Oppressed
by Middle class nations
who have no connection
or affection for each other
and can’t understand
when I call a stranger
my brother

why bother trying to reach a new way of life
when the middle class is reaching for that knife
stab themselves six times straight in the back
call the educated articulate socialists whack
and blame the social ill on stupid shit like crack
all too blind to see the full fledge attack
on themselves by those who internationally ransack
and they are the backbone that back every last bit of it
I’m sick of it
And so should you!

- JuLez (November 16, 2005.. . .written for my homeboy Ro!)

20051115

kik it unique

I’m not makin a name for myself
I’ve already got one
I’m not trying to define
Just refine
What I got son
Rap talk
Don’t got
Anything on me
It don’t be
What define
My
reality
See change
It always comes
No!
It runz by my side
I’m affecting it
An it’s tryin to hide
At every stride
Tryin to shape
A shape
Shaper
Stop acting like that
You know I’ll see you later
check
the chilled
children
not worrying bout a thing
they’ll accept absolutely
anything you bring
so why corrupt
or interrupt
the growth
of a young pup
strut
real neat
keep the beat
with ya feet
or kik it unique
bring the heat
off beat
and keep it goin real
till
you think ya gonna kill
every last skill
that’s too ill to exist
and go on and insist
you’re too strong
to persist
your own self will implode
unload
n end up in a twist
with your foot balled up in fist
as you say good bye
through a kiss.

Muah

-JuleZ (November, 15 2005)

SuperPosT

There’s people wakin up
N lookin at their hand
Realizing
That
They’re working for the man
N can’t understand
When they gave uP
The upper hand
In the land
Where therez no limits
To the gimmicks
The cynics will pull
They sold out to the full
For the power to rule
And they’ll never be pleased
Their disease is too deep
And NO we’re not sheep
Face the heat
you’ll have to reap
For keeping us down
And cheatin our town

We’re goin to
Full weight represent
When makin our sound
Straight pound for pound
With no bounds
On what we can do
Releasing our imagination
From media incarceration
Redefine our culture
To rupture
What the imperial vulture
Conjure

I got much tenacitY
To fight
Till I’m FreE
Join
Like two sides of a coin
For true unitY
No one
especially leaders
Should have impunitY
One should account
for whatever amount
One’s accepted responsibLY
Respond to me
If I elected thee
How else could we see
Democracy

But fuck this shit for now, check this out. It’s from the transcript of a movie called Waking Life. It’s been around for a while and I just finally saw it a couple of weeks ago and then just bought it last night. It’s so funny. I was watchin it last night with my brother and a really good friend of mine, and I had just finished a whole bottle of wine cuz no one else wanted some, and cuz I’m down with being the only one drunk (not really, but I also don’t have that much of a problem with it either) and this movie is so intricate and detailed that I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’m like. I’ll just listen to it with my eyes closed.. . .bad sign… . and then all of the sudden fro behind me (I’m lying down sideways on the floor, in front of the TV) I can hear that my brother is sleepin. Haha ha . He’s out.. .. And so I’m like in and out too, and at one point I get up and fuck. My friend is out too. So I’m like fuck this. I wake everyone up,a nd announce that itz over. Time for bed!! Everybody up. No sense in all toturing ourselves and all.

But Anyways! The movie is crazy philosophical, like about the meaning of life, and the significance of our creation, and if we really have free will and what that means, and it all real life footage that has been turned into animation and is all dream-like. It’s pretty fuckin cool!!! So the movie is like one crazy conversation after another, after another, AFTER ANOTHER and there is absolutely not enough time to process everythin to the degree that you would want to, so it’s such a crazy ride. So here’s an exerpt of one of the first conversations in the movie, and I totally feel this one!!.. . . . One Love!
‘Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, “water.” We came up with a sound for that. Or “Saber-toothed tiger right behind you.” We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say “love,” the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.’

20051114

uNdeTacHed

I'm so fuckin broken right now. And has to do with somthin so much more than what I can understand. but if you wanna hear what my brain has to say.. . .here's a tiny bit... .. . One Love.

they spoke very little english, but knew that to communicate they would have to speak english. They hated them so much... . .not only were they the ones burning down their houses, slaughtering them and their animals in the most ruthless way possible. They were the ones stomping every bit of hope out of their will and represented millions more who didn't give a fuck about them and thought of them as less than themselves.. . .. so they yelled at these green clad soldiers to leave!!! To Leave and Never come back "Green Go!. . . Green Go!" and here only some short years later it's meaning is forgotten. The screams... . the hate.. .. as gringos pour in the gringo dolllars into their economy contributing to the largest portion of their economy. Trading their dollars for their own time, the tropical fruits blended in with local sugar cane malts and their dignity.. . . . This isn't everyone's story. But being the one recieving the fruity coctail isn't everyone's story either.

20051109

To someone I LoVe

I still can’t believe
That you chose to leave
I wear black over my heart
I can’t help
But grieve
And watch my chest heave
Up and down
At the spazmic sound of my cries
My will to live dies
And nothing seems real to me
You now being heartbroke
Chokes my air
And running appeals to me
It feels to be
An easy way out.
Facin my pain again
When youR hurt
I revert to
Just to know how to console
I insert my soul into a hole
And convert my now inner peace
Into pieces
And exert all my work
to your consolation
but youR tastin
somethin more bitter
than what I know
but are you really perched
somewhere I can’t go??
I don’t even know what you’re thinking
Or if you’re drinkin
Hopin it’ll all go away.. . .
May I stay
In the fray
of your mind
Hold your hand
Stop the sand
Of the time
Spell you name
In blue flame
And warm rain
Lay there still
Play a game
Or proclaim
to take aim
at the pain
shoot
till it’s maimed
and retrained
to longer inflict
what it claims.
I’d look you in your eyes
And promise you all
My heart stops beating
Just one tiny stall
Az I call on the wind
And the fiery stars to come blast
Do away with your tears
Down to the last
But they’ll last. .. . ..
They havvvve too
Cuz you can’t cast the vast past
Aside
Cuz it reside
Azzzz you
So I pass you
And you think I don’t get it
Or think I don’t care
those last two sentences sear me
Those I can’t bare

-JuLez (November 9, 2005)

20051108

Time Iz Now

Many times my thoughts escape
And shape into somethin new
So I try n contain them
Maintain the same frame n view
But the thoughts are all tangled
All twisted n mangled
And you know they’re blazin hotter
Than any 3-D graffiti
In the form of bright light
To being dark n seedy

It just be human tendancy
to swayz both ways
gotta take a deep breath
and look past the haze
recognize that were in a maze
and that at this phase
we’re all lost
who can put the cost
owed
for blowing up a mosque

To you American beast!
You American cop!
You’re a travesty
To civilized society
Time to freeze and stop!
When you go abroad
To another place
You’re another race
But the case iz
You wanna be treated like Americans
But you’re a fraud
In the US you chase
And culture you waste
So you change faces
Force people to act like Amercians
It’s like you’re fans
Of putting things in cans
When you’re able
Sucking out culture and identity
N marking things with one label
You’re one chip on the table
It’s time for you to be humble
You already mumble
And bumble your words
you’re never going to make a touchdown
you’ve fumbled the world
and we all saw you drop it
it’s called the snowball effect
and you can’t stop it
Revolutionists rise
Realize
The time is now!

-JuLez (February 2005)