Chapter 1. Quest

I remember daydreaming, seeing myself where I'd be. From superhero, to Martial artist, to providing my audience with abundance of my entertainment. I guess the usual single child thing. Being the youngest born in the hierarchic like family. My mother laid with man who didn't have a thug mentality. That was a first in my family. Gullible to the street ways, I was the butt of many jokes. From speaking like "white boy", to being wrestled down and called a "punk" from walking away from a fight. Grandma forced us to go to church. Sundays would seem brighter than every other day. Though people falling out speaking in "tongues" and Rev. Price hyperventilating on the mic made little sense, the music was nice. My cousin's and I would cover our crackup's beneath our delicate arm's in fear of being beaten. A whoppin was nothing in the church. For some reason we would want to show out. Some Sundays, I admit I tried to listen. The Christan faith thing was not my thing. Worshipping a man for being a human sacrifice for God didn't fit into my frame of mind. So I studied a plethora of religions and beliefs. I had a girlfriend who was Buddhist, always remained healthy and never went to the doctor, befriended a modern witch who brought me into Wiccan, the Tao etc. I saw similar teaching in all of them. Purity, using ones energy, psychic abilities. Sub-consciously I'd be doing walking meditations, staring in space whilst walking to my neighborhood park, astro-projections when on freeway car rides, I'd see my spirit flying along with the speed of the ride, then visualizing it returning to my being when the rides over in fear of it being left out, or something like that. So you see, these high vibrational actions that sages tell of are things I came out the womb with, just knowing, but without knowing, doing with accomplishing, feeling without being stagnate....
I always loved Nas's work as an artist. His words spoke to me, on a heart to heat level. Dude is an intelligent Afrocentric dude was still shows love to his crew. Like the whole brains of the operation, if you want to put it into perspective. In his song, "I can", he spoke before we came to this country,we were kings and queens,  never porch monkeys libraries in Africa called Kush, where every race got books ... Timbuktu, who taught Greeks and Romans..or in his song "Nas is like".."I'm like an Afrocentric Asian, half man, half amazin'..I said Egypt, taught the "Great Greeks"?..Afrocentric Asian?..Then I thought, hmm, in the Bible, Genesis, to Ezekiel, they spoke Egyptian. Something deep was going on. I felt connected when reading those passages. But when the New testament, pushed me away for some reason. My heart just didn't want to know. 
But what my heart did find fond was good ol' Proverbs. I was able to discern my Christan family, and show them through example, their folly and the stupidity of that I'm "in the spirit" one day of the week shit. Of course they didn't take it too well..That's on another note later.
But in my mind, all that stuff in the Bible, was Egyptian stuff you know..My poetry took to another level. My goal was to do what Nas did. Speak to my people about what they know, then drop knowledge in their in their perspective..Feel me..
"Ay yo, I saved lives, told lies, so once reconized, can make a leader from an everyday man." Not too bad huh?..huh?...ok don't answer that. But yo, I got up there on that stage Sunday night and fo reala killed it man..Everything happens for a reason. I met my mentor, who dressed in a Green, red, and black fit. I was like "Ight"..I was too laid back..lol...and humble too. He said something along the lines of "i know what your trying to say, I show you, teach you what to say." Each one teach one I suppose..When we spoke on the phone, I asked a butt hole of questions..So much he was like "man you need Spirit assistance, call on this Spirit." I prayed for days, and no response. Another voice would speak to me, telling me to it's what you tell yourself. So, then I prayed again,then  forgot about it. That night, something amazing happened..   
  

The World is Yours

  Quotes, a few words that sparks hundreds and I believe are relevant. "Life is what you make it, handed on platter and few try to take it" (by yours truly), is the most. I believe this quote explains the foundation, the basis for all understanding. 'Tho (in reference to this country) life for us already has a plan, a curriculum so to say. But that does not mean we cannot revolutionize the "norm".
  I can honestly say this revolutionization of the norm would be my life dedication. Being the Picesan that I am, I could never stand idle and watch this world,where my people reside, live their whole lives to work and serve everybody but themselves. Being an odd 20, i am just now scratching surfaces of the underlying truths. Ever since coming into knowledge that (purposely) we were made ignorant to, my eyes have a discerned stare, I can see that the lies lie everywhere , and the effects that causes families to tear. I feel obligated to repair, through these quotes the manifestation shall do so.