* Holy Simeon, Pray for me
* Dedicated to Nas, My Country
* Dedicated to Rand Paul
Ayo Rand, Ayo Rand Paul, Im a Dem, nahm saying? Im a Dem, but now that the homie Barack is about to leave office, should I vote for you? Mr Future President….IZ U IZ OR IZ U AINT GONNA TAKE CARE OF DA AMRICAN PEOPLES????!!!! IZ THA LIBERTARIAN/REPUBLICAN PARTY REALLY DA ANSWER???? WHAT ABOUT PROPERTY TAXES, WHAT ABOUT EDUCATION REFORM, WHAT ABOUT FREE MARKETS SO I CAN SELL MY ORGANOGOLD COFFEE AND TEA AND NOT WURRY BOUT NO STARBUX??? WUT ABOUT IMMIGRATION, ABOUT EQUALITY AND FREEDOM FOR DA PEEPLES??? #WOOOOOOOOOOOOO #THEJESUSMETAPHORFORRANDPAUL
+------/Simeon the Libertarian; Simeon’s Thoughts Before Joseph and Mary Arrived at the Temple
When I was young Roman
soldiers displaced me on the road
to the market. I remember, distinctly, the sequence:
umbo of the scutum scraping against my shoulder,
thunderclap of flesh against worn but sturdy
metal,
my body careening into a patch
of thickets, and the brazen abandonment
of mercy as 4,000 men ignored my blood,
the Legion communicating consequences
of a peasant failing to genuflect
before emissaries of the Emperor
holding in their left hands massive relics of death.
(The poor in all lands are always disgraced
by dichotomies of class warfare waged
by tyrannical autocrats bent on interfering
with the world’s balance.
Tedious taxes on textiles,
dictation of the demiurge:
draconian policies on deity worship in
the diaspora and its resultant bastardization-
Jewish youth boasting
“Jupiter, Mars and Venus,” rather than Moses,
Aaron and Joshua.)
Since then I, all of Israel rather,
sleeps with one eye open, our faith
diminishing as we hear neighboring villages
capriciously razed, our private property pillaged,
flaming arrows of state-sponsored demons
flit across the sky illuminating our rooms
followed by the smell of incense of innocent souls
when the screaming ceases,
the silent black smoke of the damned.
The whole land seems a sluice, slaking the thirst
for the Governor’s hedonism, instilling unrest
among us…but we still dream.
Often at twilight, In these half-conscious
half-unconscious yearnings I recite Isaiah,
miraculously transfigured and bearing his body
before all my people-
“For a child will be born to us,
a son will be given to us;
and the government will rest on
His shoulders…”- afterwards waking up
in cold sweats gasping for freedom,
sandal of Tiberius Caesar pressed against
my throat.
My prayer in all this to not die before I witness
a man of the people sent from above
to institute proper order,
a Son of David on the throne,
empowering his people like once before,
the Jewish people dearly beloved and free
not captives for profit or expansion.
I want to hold the Messiah in my hands
as a child raised high,
may he help me unsee
all the injustice I have seen,
the only form of justice I have ever known.
[Rand Paul the next messiah? HEY RAND CAN I HOLD YOU UP HIGH IN MY HANDS ADORINGLY? LIKE I WOULD A BABY? #WOOOOOOOO!!!!]
---------------Luke 2:25-35
And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon; and the same man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Ghost was upon him. And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost, that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord's Christ. And he came by the Spirit into the temple: and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him after the custom of the law, Then took he him up in his arms, and blessed God, and said, Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word: For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people; A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel. And Joseph and his mother marvelled at those things which were spoken of him. And Simeon blessed them, and said unto Mary his mother, Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel; and for a sign which shall be spoken against; (Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.
----My Country Lyrics
[
Chorus]
My country s* on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
Cause the things I seen (We know too much)
Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)
My country s* on me
She wants to get rid of me
Cause the things I seen
Cause the things I seen
It was packed on the Ryker's bus
The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a f*' killa
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
Two little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat
Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry
[Chorus]
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a f*, you that bold, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert
Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble
And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
Yo you could see the sea
And the stars look closer to me
I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max
S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
But yo
[Chorus]
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape
Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape
How is the war
And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
Holdin' machine guns
Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
[MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel
There's not a b* in sight
All block bench, all block gates
All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent
Now it's state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
What a bloody mess, a slug fest
I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'
You know I'm spittin' mine
I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win
Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
Smokin' this grass, beatin' my d*, thinkin' of a*
I don't know what they broadcast, the news hash is fake
Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all n* feelin' like me, y'all n* just say
[Chorus]
This goes out to Chek Reveira
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin' to fight for what's real
This goes out my n*, Malcolm
How hard relates to bads
Just tryin' to fight for what's real
This goes out to Moin
All about the peace
An' destroyed by his own country
This goes out to everybody in the whole world
Just tryin' to fight for what's real
To Patrice La Mumba
Just tryin' to fight for what's real
Destroyed by his own people
This goes out to my hood n*
Comin' up everyday just tryin' to survive
The only way we know how
But see we know too much now
And we seen too much now
So ain't no goes travellin' tonight
My country, my country
Deuteronomy 15:7-11
“If among you, one of your brothers should become poor, in any of your towns within your land that the Lord your God is giving you, you shall not harden your heart or shut your hand against your poor brother, but you shall open your hand to him and lend him sufficient for his need, whatever it may be. Take care lest there be an unworthy thought in your heart and you say, ‘The seventh year, the year of release is near,’ and your eye look grudgingly on your poor brother, and you give him nothing, and he cry to the Lord against you, and you be guilty of sin. You shall give to him freely, and your heart shall not be grudging when you give to him, because for this the Lord your God will bless you in all your work and in all that you undertake. For there will never cease to be poor in the land. Therefore I command you, ‘You shall open wide your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor, in your land.’
1 Peter 2:17
Honor everyone. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the emperor.
Proverbs 14:34
Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.
Exodus 22:21
“You shall not wrong a sojourner or oppress him, for you were sojourners in the land of Egypt
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