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"Catch a glimpse of a star!"Also...

If you happen to know someone who
sings, produces, writes, unusual music:
send them my way. I need artistic assistance...

-Mahasin


Detachment Of Self
Detachment of self.... The connection has been cut loose, but good thing the seed
was already planted.
This planet is just a conduit for your feet. Treat your mind
to stimuli that makes progress unique. Sweet sounds of momentary
silence from Babylon`s
screams, dream your dream, diverting attention from the fiends. See pale skin, the chosen
are still on
the scene. Your green can`t break me, your cosmetics can`t make me. Im
Melenin Made from the factory of Yah!!
Burn yo candles, but they won`t get you far.
Cause Im blessed. Even blessed adolescents can teach you mad lessons BAAL!!
Much more wise than the foul lessons you learn. But I still got a long way to go, a long
rode to tow, But;
I..Will..Get..There..Fo..Sho...
...Follow the leader? Im sorry, but that ain`t no righteous path you troddin...got my 12
year old brothas hot roddin` in stolen cars, and, you make em` think that if they make a
rap tape they`re a superstar. But, you failed to tell them who they Really are.
About plasma in the stars and in me, about space being a magnificent melenin tree, about
the Guineau Passage and we
being Royalty. Mr. President, where`s our MONEY?
-aka- Reparations? This aton nation is quite the conversation worldwide. "They won`t give
them folks what`s thiers, but the people seem to get by", but no we don`t get by, with prayer,
we survive.

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-Aniyah

~translation~
For the Health of the Community
EMAIL ME...
We as a people must unite in the New Millenium. There are negative forces everyday that are present, if nothing more than to force our unification. Dreads are more than just `rasta braids` sticking out of your head, they are extensions of your innerself that expand into the universe, much further than most would expect. Brothas and sistas, it`s time to unite on a plane of existence that helps us to rise. I got somethin for yall, its by that sista Gwendolyn Brooks.
We Real Cool
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
-Gwendolyn Brooks
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I`d like to send my condolences to the family of:
Leroy Homer
First Officer, United Airlines Flight 93
August 27, 1965 - September 11, 2001
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