Darkness Deepens

It's the opening to Heaven's gate, the access to history
The recall of past lives, learn the facts and mysteries
These beliefs be our religion, systematic way of living
Rite of passage come grown blood, drawn from gashes and incisions

In 2085, we struggle to stay alive
Only the wealthy can provide the cash and pay to survive
While the poor are left behind, going blind from the optimum contaminated air
Destroy the mind, lack of oxygen
We locked up in a massive inescapable fate
Of hatred and waste, of all the wrongs, this takes the cake
I hope it ain't late and hope we're not prisoners of God
And don't get left behind on their mission to Mars
This ain't far from the truth, it might cause you to lie
Darkness deepness in a sequence that might cause you to die

Blowing coke from a dollar envelope
Heavy on the pedal and he's buggin' yo
Dime store philosophizing, arguing about some shit he doesn't know
Thinking he's original
Linking with the criminals, car loaded with loaded guns
Murder plans being made, rolling up, explode and run
Blood pool's moving with the life of a human
From a lifeless body, I can feel Christ in the room
And having haunted dreams, cars peeling off
Screams, fates changed, innocent lives once upon a fiend
Ignorant eyes visualize victims in these violent times
Nowadays, every thought's equivalent to silent crimes

I talk to God while I look in the mirror
The cost was large, now your life becomes a nuclear winter
And I ain't scared of nobody but myself
I'm scared I might murder you and spend the rest of my life in a cell

Road to Redemption

"The prison system in America isn't structured for rehabilitation, It's structured for warehousing ... I believe in the individual's capacity to change their own future. Systemically, though, we sure make it hard. It's a pretty lonesome journey."

-Donnie Andrews

Vietnam Story

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil
They send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care
We trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win
Against the Viet-Cong guerrillas here in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and that ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me
It frightens me, and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'
In a fox hole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here


I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
"You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?"
I like being here. I'm ready.

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skillin, killing, illin
I'm able and willin
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, crippled it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

Cold World

When the Devil creeps you see no sign of him
Cold sweeps your veins like strings on a violin
Death pulls the cords of life on a puppet
The gritty harshness of reality, fuck I love it
below 40 degrees' beats hit your ears you just freeze
Stress your squad, you can never fuckin test the God
Still I wonder why, If we can laugh and cry
Get high and pass the lie, Why do we have to die?
But I've danced with the devil by the moonlight
While Death swept fingers on the harp and played a tune like
I don't fear the reaper, neither do the sun nor the wind and the rain
Maybe after death things will be as they were
except after death there will be no pain
Remember there's two sides to life the dark and light
Pray that your God won't stop your heart tonight

300

Life is a ego-centrical
Ecosystem where we're all governmental victims
Played like marionettes wid mental and physical threats
The only outlet for the scars of my brain and my pain
And to refrain from goin' insane is a soundset
For cash crimes'll break ya arms out the sockets
So fuck a Bank im tossin shit up in the front pocket

Proper explanation of H1N1 Vaccine

Debbie Harrington-Thomas October 26 at 11:04am ReplyI created my Facebook group for fun, and to use it to market my businesses to people. What I'm doing now totally kills my ability to do that, but I don't care. This is important.I'm a qualified pharmacist. I've been researching the swine flu vaccine that our government has bought for us (using our money, by the way) and its DANGEROUS AS. Its easy a hundred times more dangerous than the swine flu itself, Imo.Something that freaked me out is that several swine flu vaccine manufacturers have asked governments to give them an exemption from lawsuits, in case the vaccine caused harm in people. If you made a vaccine that you knew worked, then why would you need a legal exemption in case it hurt people? Massive warning sign. They don't believe its safe.The swine flu itself has killed about 2/3000 people total. The regular flu kills 40 000 plus per year – so why are we freaking out about swine flu, and not normal flu? Does that make sense? No.If the regular flu kills 40 000 plus per year, and the swine flu only killed 2/3 000 – then why are governments buying it in advance, giving it to us for free, and giving drug manufacturers immunity to legal cases against them? Does that make sense? No.The swine flu vaccine contains 2 horribly dangerous compounds – one is called thimerosol. It is made 50% of mercury. It binds to receptors in your brain, and basically causes brain damage. Is it smart to be injected with thimerosol, and get brain damage, dropping 10 IQ points and going dumb, in order to avoid getting a flu that kills 95% less people than regular flu? No.The other horrible in gredient is called squalene. Squalene accidentally tricks your immune system into killing your own cells, which creates autoimmune diseases like asthma, multiple scelerosis, diabetes, and a bunch of diseases that we don't have a name for yet (because squalene hasnt been used for that long, and we have little data on its effects) – is is smart to inject yourself with that stuff, in order to avoid a relatively mild flu, like the swine flu? No.If you're a pregnant mother about to take Panvax, ask yourself this – why would you take Panvax, when it contains Neomycin and Polymyxin B Sulfate – both of which exhibit positive risk to unborn children – so as to avoid what? A mild flu, that kills 95% fewer people than the regular flu?Look, I'm a funny guy. Yeah, I make good Facebook groups. People join them by the thousands, and laugh. But I'm also a qualified pharmacist. I scored in the top 0.1% of my state in school. I'm expert at critical analysis of drugs and their effects on humans. And let me be blunt – if someone came up to me with a syringe full of swine flu vaccine, or came near my family with one – I would take the needle off them and poke them with it myself – followed by several very hard punches. This stuff is poison. Don't take it. Don't let your friends take it. Don't let your family take it. If some idiot in a lab coat asks you if you want it, ask them about thimerosol, squalene, and why the company making it wants legal exemption from being sued, and watch their face go into “omg I'm being asked serious questions that I don't have the answer to” mode.«

Trail of Lies

Turn the television off, cousin, that ain’t nothing for a girl to see
she don’t need to see the shit that they think a girl should be
ninety pound skinny bitches that ain’t even girl to me
I’ve met a lot of famous people and they fat and ugly
I ain’t any better I just think the fact is funny
that they’ll take a little girl and pimp her for the cash and money
and whats gonna become of them in like fifty years
when Hannah Montana turning into Britney spears
they chew you up and spit you out cause no one really cares
and aint nobody gonna hold you when you really scared
the natural feelings of a child will still be common kind
then they show you ads for the marines and they decide its time
so they can send you to a war behind their fog of crime
then send you home missin a limb and not provide a dime

Bad Dreams, You don't want to haft wake up here

One night I laid down and turned the lights out
next thing I know I'm awake in the white house
only a few feet away from the president
who's giving answers to reporters while they question his
foreign policy and his stand on ecology
the war on poverty and his plan for the economy
and as the camera focuses nobody notices
my form crouched underneath a desk motionless
then he told them its time for action
and he doesn't care who's willing to back him
he's attacking for the American dream
plans for blasting at the terror regime
prepared it would seem, to spend dough on more weapons
he said "no more questions" rose and walked past
fingers crossed heard him laugh then he saw me it seems
and whispered...
EVEN IF YOU KILL ME I'LL STILL BE IN YOUR FUCKIN DREAMS

Some nights when I drift into dream this is the scene,
I wake up a killer marine, guerrilla machine with a nine millimeter,
titanium hollow tip clips to drill out your spleen
my team, is the last resort, a special task force
performing government hits, we catch a fast corpse
then leave without a trace, your body leave without a face
send your cadaver off with NASA to rot in outer space
this time I've been assigned to find the minds
who design anti-American crimes
I climb, through the mountains I hear a sound in a cave and
I think I found 'em I walk in and lower my gun as I freeze
I'm shocked astounded at what I see
W.B., Mr. American me, talkin with the terrorist three
discussing oil prices, my legs went soft like boiled rice with
the thought that I'm caught in soiled vice grips
stabbing my heart like ice picks
the betrayal is never ending like Atreyu and my life is
flashing in front of me I cock my gun and I scream
EVEN IF YOU KILL ME I'LL STILL BE IN YOUR FUCKIN DREAMS

School

The ancient Illuminati sent a statue called the Statue of Liberty to New York, which is holding the torch of illumination, the Promethean torch of freemasonry. A symbol of freemasonry in America. If you go inside, you can see a plaque that says it was given to the Government of America by the French Grand Orient Temple Masons. This is the same torch used in the Olympics. So when you celebrating the Olympics, what you are really celebrating is not the torch of freedom, it is the torch of the Illuminati. If you don't know what Im talking about, you should research more.

Winter

Its like a parallel hell where satan freezes
the reason we tremble and embrace our heaters
the season where timberlands replace our sneakers
the trees look so wicked with no leaves in it
degrees so frigid that it freezes liquid
and I start up the whip can’t just jump in it
gotta let that shit run for like 15 minutes
the summers too short winter’s already here
it feels like it lasts 80 % of the year

Nikola Tesla

DeAndre Cortez Way’s guidance councilor asked him, what are your long term goals? DeAndre took a moment to reflect and simply nodded at the councilor. Then after a brief moment he said, “I wanna be famous, make a difference and make a whole lot of money.”

The guidance councilor laughed in his face. And mind you, every guidance councilor should laugh at such an ignorant answer to such an important question, especially when you hear I wanna be famous, and definitely when you hear I wanna make a difference. DeAndre Cortez Way is better known as Soulja Boy Tell em!

Albert Einstein made a difference with his theory (though in truth it is no longer a theory) of relativity and Nikola Tesla did with practically everything he conceived since everything you love about technology, electricity, cell phones and the radio was sparked by his genius, directly or indirectly Nikola Tesla is the man, the impeccable intellect of our time and perhaps of any time. Google Nikola Tesla…!

In any event we can now understand Soulja Boy and Nikola Tesla simultaneously because they both had the same notion but they didn’t have the same goal. Tesla wanted to make a difference and so did Soulja Boy but Soulja Boy’s desire to make money makes him more important than Nikola Tesla. And why wouldn’t it. You know who Soulja Boy is but I guarantee that 90% of the people who are reading this right now don’t have a clue of whom Tesla is. And you should feel really stupid! Nikola Tesla is the mother fucking truth!!! Every thing you love is thanks to him and everything the future has to hold, and I’m talking about humanity, will be because of his brain! All Soulja Boy did was Super-Man a ho. Tesla gears every aspect of your existence. You should feel really stupid. You know nothing!!!

Nikola Tesla (10 July 1856 – 7 January 1943) was an inventor and a mechanical and electrical engineer. He was one of the most important contributors to the birth of commercial electricity and is best known for his many revolutionary developments in the field of electromagnetism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Tesla's patents and theoretical work formed the basis of modern alternating current (AC) electric power systems, including the polyphase system of electrical distribution and the AC motor, with which he helped usher in the Second Industrial Revolution… IN OTHER WORDS, EVERYTHING YOU LOVE, THE CELLPHONE, THE XBOX360, THE FLAT SCREEN HD TELEVISION, CABLE, LIGHTBULBS, CHRISTMAS TREE LIGHTS, MP3PLAYERS, TRAINS, THE RADIO, THE INTERNET, GPS, EVERYTHING IS THANKS TO NIKOLA TESLA! NO ONE THOUGHT OF ANY OF THIS SHIT UNTIL HE THOUGHT OF IT…!

Born an ethnic Serb in the village of Smiljan (what we would consider the projects today, so he was a hood nigga), Croatian Military Frontier, Austrian Empire (today's Croatia)… Croatia was the Brownsville of its time…! He was a subject of the Austrian Empire by birth and later became an American citizen. After his demonstration of wireless communication through radio in 1894 (CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS DUDE THOUGHT UP THE CELL PHONE AND THE INTERNET IN MOTHER FUCKING 1894!!!) and after being the victor in the "War of Currents" (electrical current, he situated what we take for granted every moment of our lives), he was widely respected as one of the greatest electrical engineers who worked in America.

Much of his early work pioneered modern electrical engineering and many of his discoveries were of groundbreaking importance. During this period, in the United States, Tesla's fame rivaled that of any other inventor or scientist in history or popular culture, but due to his eccentric personality (HE LIKED TO SMOKE WEED AND FUCK AROUND WITH A LOT OF BITCHES) and his seemingly unbelievable and sometimes bizarre claims (HE TOLD NIGGAS THAT ELECTROMAGNETISM WAS THE TRUTH, AND ACTUALLY IT IS, ALIENS USE IT TO FLY THEIR SAUCERS, AND HE TOLD NIGGAS THAT WE WILL BE USING THE INTERNET AND TALKING ON CELLPHONES, NO ONE BELIEVED HIM. LISTEN PEOPLE HE ACTUALLY TOLD PEOPLE DURING IDLE CHATTER THAT ONE DAY WE WILL BE TALKING TO EACH OTHER WITH A DEVICE NO BIGGER THAN THE HAND FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD, AND HE SAID THIS IN 1894) about possible scientific and technological developments, Tesla was ultimately ostracized and regarded as a mad scientist (IN OTHER WORDS HE WAS TELLING PEOPLE SHIT THAT THEY COULDN’T RATIONALIZE, LIKE THE INTERNET AND CELLPHONES WAY BEFORE STAR TREK SHOWED UP; THE PALM PILOT WAS HIS IDEA IN THE 1800’S. NOW WE ARE JUST BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND THIS DUDE).

Tesla never put much focus on his finances. It is said he died impoverished, at the age of 86… AND THIS IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIM AND SOUJA BOY, WHO IS JUST A CRASH TEST DUMMY FOR ME TO INTRODUCE NIKOLA TESLA INTO YOUR LIFE. TESLA DIED PENNILESS, HAD NO MONEY!!! BUT HE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PESON IN HUMAN HISTORY!!! AND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS. AND THIS ISNT A TESTAMENT TO HIM BEING DUMB BUT A TESAMENT TO HOW STUPID YOU ARE!!! YOU USE WHAT HE INVISIONED EVERY SINGLE DAY AND IT IS BECAUSE OF COOPERATE GREED THAT HE DIED WITHOUT A SINGLE PENNY IN HIS POCKET. NOW YOU ARE ONLY BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND COOPERATE GREED, LOOK AT HOW THE BANKS DESTROYED THE ECONOMY AND LOOK AT HOW THE PRESIDENT GAVE THEM BAILOUT MONEY, AND LOOK AT WHO IS PAYING THAT BAILOUT, YOU!!!

I WILL EXPLAIN TESLA’S LIFE AND WHY HE PERISHED WITHOUT A SINGLE PENNY IN PART TWO OF WHO WAS NIKOLA TESLA AND WHY HE DIDN’T GET HIS SWAG ON LIKE SOUJA BOY!!!

Aside from his work on electromagnetism and electromechanical engineering, Tesla contributed in varying degrees to the establishment of robotics, remote control, radar and computer science, and to the expansion of ballistics, nuclear physics, and theoretical physics. In 1943, the Supreme Court of the United States credited him as being the inventor of the radio. A few of his achievements have been used, with some controversy, to support various pseudo sciences, UFO theories, and early New Age occultism… IN OTHER WORDS HE FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THE STAR TREK SHIT BEFORE THERE WAS EVEN A CONCEPT OF FLYING SAUCERS… THIS DUDE MADE EQUATIONS ON STELLAR TRAVELING (STAR TREK SHIT) THAT ARE NOW BEING EVALUATED AND ARE NOW BEING DEEMED ACCURATE! EVERYTHING THIS DUDE PREDICTED OR THOUGHT OF WAS ACCURATE! HE WAS FAR BEYOND THE SPACE SHUTTLE, HE FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE ENERGY WITHOUT ENERGY!!!


Another of Tesla's theorized inventions is commonly referred to as Tesla's Flying Machine (THE FUCKING STAR SHIP ENTERPRISE!!!), which appears to resemble an ion-propelled aircraft (STAR WARS SHIT, THE FUCKING MILLENIUM FALCON!!!). Tesla claimed that one of his life goals was to create a flying machine that would run without the use of an airplane engine, wings, ailerons, propellers, or an onboard fuel source (ENERGY WITHOUR FUEL!!!). Initially, Tesla pondered about the idea of a flying craft that would fly using an electric motor powered by grounded base stations (MEANING THAT YOU COULD EMAIL FUCKING FUEL!!!). As time progressed, Tesla suggested that perhaps such an aircraft could be run entirely electro-mechanically. The theorized appearance would typically take the form of a cigar or saucer (WHICH IS WHAT PEOPLE CLAIM THEY ARE SEEING IN THE SKY NOW!!! FLYING SAUCERS AND CIGAR LIKE CRAFTS ARE WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING THEY SEE, UFO’S…! TESLA FIGURED OUT WHAT ALIENS WOULD BE FLYING BEFORE ALIENS WE’RE EVEN A THOUGHT CONCEPT…!)

Soulja Boy and Nikola Tesla have a lot in common. They both wanted to make a difference and they both were challenged. Nikola Tesla was challenged by one of his grade school teachers. His teacher asked him the same question that Soulja Boy’s guidance councilor asked. Tesla said, “I want to mold the world into a better place.”

His teacher laughed at him, just like Soulja Boy’s guidance councilor. My question to you is this, why do you know who Soulja Boy is and why have you only heard of Nikola Tesla till today…?




Soulja Boy Tellem
hopped up out tha bed
turn ma swag on
took a look in tha mirror said wassup
yeeeeea I’m gettin money (ohh) x2

turn ma swag on,
Its ma turn now turn it up
yeeeeea, yeeeea
I put my team on, and ma theme song
now its time to turn it up
yeeeeea, yeeeea

I got a question why they hattin on me,
I got a question why they hattin on me
I ain’t did nuthin to em, but count this money
and put my team on, now my whole clic stunnin
boy wassup, yeeeea
boy wassup, yeeeea

when I was 9 years old, I put it in ma head
that I’m a die for this gold
boy wassup, yeeeea
hopped up out tha bed
turn ma swag on
took a look in tha mirror said wassup
yeeeeea im gettin money (ooh) x2

I’m back again,
I know a lot of ya’ll thought i wasn't coming back.....
yeeeeea, yeeeea
I had to prove them wrong,
got back in the studio and came up with another hit
yeeeeea, yeeeea
I told the world my story, the world where im from
souljaboyXL.com, boy wassup
yeeeeea, yeeeea

now everytime you see me spit
every time you hear me rhyme
everytime you see me in your state of town
say wassup
yeeeeea, yeeeea

hopped up out tha bed
turn ma swag on
took a look in tha mirror said wassup
yeeeeea I’m gettin money (ooh) x2

Now you tell me about the comparison of the levels of intelligence.

Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap her on her shoulders
Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name
She said my name is Renee
I said I got a whole lot to say
So may I walk you to your subway
She said if you want
So yo, we started talking
I brought two franks and two drinks
And we began walking
I had to see where that head was at
Because the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer
In other words shorty studies law
I'm telling shorty I'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token
She drops a package of the EZ Rider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rock
I do the same thing
But yet I use Philly Blunts
She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts
Because I heard that's for silly stunts
I said, nah they burn slower
Right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to show ya

Now we sittin' on train
Besides the fingernails
Shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket,with some jeans
and a chain that her moms gave her
Got off the train about 6:34
She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib
And turned the lights on
A crazy magazine stand
From Essence to Right On
A leather couch
Stereo system with crazy cd's
Understand kid
She got cheese
She said cheeks do what you want
She said I'm gonna feed the dog
I said alright well I'm gonna roll this blunt
She came back with strech pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt
A yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl
We're sitting on the couch chattin
We're smoking blunts on her balcony
We're staring at Manhattan
She started feeling on my chest
I started feeling on her breasts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
But yo, I got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow
And this what the letter said
It said cheeks, I'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep
So I didn't want to bother you
I left a number for shorty to call me later
Got dressed
Smoked a blunt
Then I bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm asking shorty what's up with you
She's asking what's up with me
And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty
Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Now man, I never been in love
But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state
It's shorty that I'm thinking of
I'm hanging out with my crew
I get a beep from Renee
Because Renee uses code two
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said Renee has been shot
So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes
I jumps on the Van Wyck
I gotta make it there quick
A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinking about the po nine
I'm doing a buck
Who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me Renee's gone
I'm pourin beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto
So listen
This is how I shed my tears

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die,
I reminisce about my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty.

Eureka!

You remember Archimedes of Syracuse? The king asks Archimedes to determine if a present he's received is actually solid gold. Unsolved problem at the time. It tortures the great Greek mathematician for weeks - insomnia haunts him and he twists and turns in his bed for nights on end. Finally, his equally exhausted wife (she's forced to share a bed with this genius) convinces him to take a bath to relax. While he's entering the tub, Archimedes notices the bath water rise. He sees Displacement, a way to determine volume, and that's a way to determine density - weight over volume. And thus, Archimedes solves the problem. He screams "Eureka!" and he is so overwhelmed he runs dripping naked through the streets to the king's palace to report his discovery. Now what is the morale of the story?

"That a breakthrough will come"

Wrong! The point of the story is the wife, you listen to your wife, she will give you perspective, meaning you need to take a break, otherwise there will be no order only chaos.

Life + Money = Happiness?

If you ask the Question: Does Money Buy Happiness? Obviously the majority
of the replies would be no, but why? Humans are very adaptable which is a
plus when It comes to homelessness for example, but also explains why
once we meet our basic needs, a lot more money doesn’t mean a lot more
happiness. We always seem to think that if we had just a little more money we
could be this much happier, but what happens when you get there? It’s not
enough. We overestimate how much pleasure we will get from having more.
While earning more makes you happy in the short term, you quickly adjust to
your new wealth--and everything it buys you. Yes you get a thrill of buying that
new Big Screen TV or Sports car, but you soon get used to them.


Our inability to stay satisfied is arguably one of the key reasons ancient man
moved out of his drafty cave and began building the civilization we now inhabit.
Money is like a shadow that runs away when we try to chase it. When we try to
run away from money, it chases us. Your next paycheck or payoff from hustling
may mean anything, a new car, a vacation, new clothes, a new cell phone,
maybe even drugs, but I’m sure its not very likely they will buy you much
happiness, or at least for very long. Happiness is a measure of quality not
quantity. Happiness is not attending an honorable party but attending a party
with honor. Happiness is not leading a luxurious life but the luxury of living a
life.

Thoughts

True Story

My hands tremble as I remember cerebral violence of my livest
Sicilian sniper, the karma starin' in his iris
His slanted eye and highness was a warrior like Cyrus
Coke in his sinus that made him minus
Now blindness he's livin' in
Cause he started pushin' in pussy that's lethal
A bitch that's stickin' in infected needles
And she tryna boast, he had an overdose he's comatose
Bitch stuck a fist in his throat that made him choke
Almost to late but he lived to regurgitate the weight
I got a call at eight, a.m. tellin' me to meet him
In front of the mansion where we standin' lightin' a cannon
In the Pele Pel, he took a puff and told a tale
But I was weak in the knees, traded his gold medallion
just to ride inside the saddle of cocaine the white stallion
Pull out the car keys, pop in a CD, and pulled a U-wee
We peelin' out to meet the rest of the crew
Out in a Montera sky blue fat body razzy ridin' shotty
drinkin' knotty headed for a college party
We puffin' skunk gettin' drunk while the beats bump
Peeped a cracked out bitch lampin' wid her eyes sunk
up in the sockets, winkin' at the snitch shook her tits
Took a grip on his collar, and bit him like a rottweiler
Rolled up a hundred dollar, and then devoured white powder
Tension's holdin' tight up on his amaretto sour
He's shakin' like a coward over flour
He broke down, makin' the sniffin' coke sound
Now he out on the town, on the corner beggin for change
Estranged from his friends, He coulda pushed a benz
He was a drug dealin genius with a seamless plot, but couldn't stop
the kid was a slave to his habit, coulda had it all, but his cream and dreams were shot
Cause persistence will prevail where raw genius will not.
My man snipe, rough light in the moonlight can't sleep at night
Knife chalk white rock light a crack pipe at night
Juvenile delinquent in the precinct
Eyes chink, drink while the judge think
Sicily shaped link, neglected youth, physical abuse,
had a weight lifting step father whip him
plus a mom stranglin for hangin with the wrong crew,
22 sippin blunt gettin coke flippin, takin SAT's on LCD,
His University assisted financially by slangin keys
Split personalities, mind operates in intricate patterns
Manic depression orbits the dome like the rings of Saturn
Now hes thrown outta home alone, his parents cruel,
he's fucking up in school
His tool is the dutch master ooh laced dirty and mean,
pumping through the fiends bloodstream like Valvoline
Legs split lickin different women in silk and linen
The slanted out sex styles and exercise thighs like Richard Simons
Without protection on the rock hard erection,
bless with luck he escaped without infection
In the school halls, just poundin a punk bitch until he falls
His nose is broke, the rules is broke so he'd grabbed the stashed coke
He's expelled his nose clean, living at Will's
but still seeing triple beam cream winner for teams
Lover like osteotomy, Armani, and a Fiance soon to be wife
so fuck a crack pipe
Determination for makin higher education
instead of facin 25 to life type incarceration
Makin cash illegal, connects to faculties
found the calories with salaries dealin to rich people,
were starvin like a third world nation feelin naked
now a money makin master determination and patience
Street sweeper, check the time on the black beeper,
crew roll deep with a dutchmaster hash of reefer
My feet a three strike, life is a egocentrical ecosystem
where were all governmental victims
played like marionettes, mental and physical threats
The only outlet for the scars on the brain and the pain to refrain from goin insane is a sound set
Wet up the philly, sparked it solo in the polo
determined to drink bourbon, wearin a black shirt and keepin a fly girl in, a Chevrolet suburban
For cash, crimies'll break your arm out the socket
so fuck a bank, I be throwin shit up in the front pocket
Asking a question that no one can ever answer,
cause the mind is divine, hard to find like the cure for cancer
Wisdom philanthropist cannabis burning, when im blazing
up determination for a higher learnin
Intelligence is irrelevant to success, when disrespectful
Intellectuals get blasted in the chest,
the press volatile is constantly under arrest
best speed determined crime minds burnin for a higher learnin

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Nowadays if you want to drive a car you have to have a license to say that
you are capable of driving a car, the car has to pass a test to say it
is fit to drive and you have to have insurance, but fuck that, since I could reach the pedals
Ive been totin 4's, smokin raws with no license in stolen cars.

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They killin the constitution so I won't stray the course
You can give us revolution or we can take it in force

~Don't run from the cure~

Donating money to the Cancer Foundation is almost as stupid as paying income tax