Peace Family. So, this past weekend I went down my old way(Germantown) to watch the travesty of "Super 6" Middleweight Boxing tournament. Before going to my man Samad's Grand Ol' Earth's to watch the fight-we all linked at my man L's rest. The major players in attendance were Me, L, L's son Jamir, and Samad. Samad was the last to arrive and prior to his entry I was building with Jamir about Supreme Mathematics (L had given Jamir math about a week prior). By the time Samad had showed up I had begun reading one of the passages in the Moorish Koran (the Circle 7 Koran)I had brought for L. The passage was dealing with "Man as the thought of Allah". I saw that relating directly to "Who is The Original Man?". After reading the paragraph, I explained how I saw the link to the degree, which spiralled into a host of other related topics revolving around knowledge of self. Samad was on the porchdoing the knowledge. He glanced over and said "Yo..You building real beautifully right now..I love you brother and that's real!!!" I could tell that he was really needing some positive energy-especially considering how he dealt with(or neglected to) Inf's return. So, us building was right on time. Shortly after Mad's moment of mushiness L says "Alot of brothers who knew degrees started acting like they were better than those that didn't have degrees." This was like striking pay dirt for me, because this sentiment was the sole basis behind the majority of L's approach to this knowledge and these degrees. I said "I see that. When a person learns something new and helpful they will become overbearing and sometimes even arrogant in their newfound esteem. I also see that the people who were not knowledging degrees projected their feeling of inequality in a negative fashion toward those who did know the lessons." He was immediately neutralized. I continued to build on helpful information and let him marinate on that in the meanwhile. This morning I was thinking about his statement. It made me realize how envious L essentially was. The problem is that he doesn't have any ambition. So his desire is never fed. His unfed desire becomes envy because he sees things that he wants , just doesn't activate the faculties in order to acquire it. Which all goes back to the wisdom build degree in the 1-40.."must qualify", and his own self does the qualifying-or in this case doesn't. he doesn't expect much from himself, so in turn he doesn't not provide much for himself. My plan is to circumvent this value system from crippling his next generation by teaching Jamir. While interacting with Jamir, willfully L will be receptive to the fundamental principles and modify his values some. Worst case scenario at least his son should have a fighting chance. Peace.

Disclaimer: My Ol Earth said "You are very judgemental." To which I paused..pondered then responded "YES!! I am!!" It is with this judgmental viewpoint that I type this.


Peace Family..Let me just rant real quick..When people get certain tattoos do they forget that they are permanent, or do they expect to die prematurely so the tat will remain cool forever OR do they simply not care?
I ask because this morning while on my way to work I saw a woman who had to be at least 45 years old with tattooed thorns across her cleavage/clavicle area. This perturbed me for two reasons 1) this type of tattoo has only recently
became popular among "us"-which means she got it within the past two -three years and 2) she wasn't the "look good for 45" woman. She was the right after work go to the tavern type, with the malt-liquor pot belly sticking out under her long-sleeved tiddies. What's worse is if she has the cleavage/clavicle tat, I'm quite certain she has the tramp-stamp (you know, the tattoo at the lower back right above the butt crack? yeah that one). With that said, I can't help but imagine she has a son/daughter my close to my age that could have a young child around the same age that mine are and that one day that grandchild is gonna ask "Mom-mom" for a snack,and Mom-mom's gonna take Lil Ra/Sa/Ta/Ja-mir/sir/fir/qir/dir/jir(Sorry, but EVERYBODY'S naming their kid something like this as of lately)to the kitchen. Then she's gonna open the fridge and bend down to where the juice boxes are and Lil "Ra/Sa/Ta/Ja-mir/sir/fir/qir/dir/jir" is gonna ask with impeccable timing and divine innocence... "Mom-mom, is you a smut?" And EVEN though Mom-mom probably never read this blog, she's probably gonna think about the question I posed after "rant real quick"..At least I hope she does..The lost-found was once mentally dead and many of them recovered from it...