there is a difference

the_phantoms_of_the_brain_by_richworksTHERE IS A DIFFERENCE

Part: one

BY

FAAther Time Neteru

 

You walk up to the door of a house where a small house party is being held. You open the door and see somebody you know, and then say, “What’s up my negga … what it do?”

As you walk through the door, you see a female to the left and one the right, both of them sitting on couches. You then see your negga Dell, and then he looks at the female to your right and tells her, “That’s a real nigga right there baby girl”.

You find out a little later that her name’ is Aaliyah. She takes heed to what Dell told her, so now she is checking you out from head to toe. You see her checking you out, so you walk over to her, and then say, “What’s poppin? They call me Sneed.”

She smiles, and then extends her hand, “I’m peace … ” She says, ” … My name is Aaliyah. How you?”

You respond by saying, “I’m good ma. Just trying to figure out why a fine ass female like your self is sitting all alone.”

She smiles, ignoring the compliment and then says, “That’s funny how you say you was doing some figuring because I was doing some figuring too.”

You jokingly reply, “Naw baby … I ain’t easy, you can’t take me home tonight. Ain’t that what Monica said, ‘I wanna get down, but not the first night’?”.

She looks at you, not hardly impressed by your humor, but to not appear rude she smiles and then sarcastically replies, ‘Yeah …that was cute.  And here I was thinking I was about to get some… you got jokes”.

You are so caught up in yourself that you can’t even hear the sarcasm, so you foolishly think you are getting somewhere. You ask her “what’s on your mind ma?” She responds by saying, “You must be reading my mind, and I got a lot on it too. But, I’m just going to start with some figuring out. Remember that?”

You nod your head, not really knowing where this is going. But she doesn’t give you a chance to dwell on it to much before she starts to speak. “When you came in here, yo boy called you a “Real Nigga” … why he call you a real nigga? ‘What makes you a real nigga?” She says smiling.

You take a closer look at her. She was sitting by herself in a house full of hard legs. She smelling good as fuck, looking good as fuck, no makeup, no perm, everything is just right. The only jewelry she is wearing is a gold necklace with a funny looking cross you had never seen before with a loop on top of it. She also has matching dangling earring. Looking in her eyes is both intoxicating and intimidating. It almost feels like she can see right through you, which in turn makes you want to look away periodically to avoid her stare. Trying to maintain the eye contact just about makes your eyes water. You soon notice that when you look away she follows you to maintain the eye contact.

You sit all the way back on the couch, and then she scoots closer. You take a deep sigh, and then say, “Shit … I’m just a real nigga. Flat out. Ask anybody that shit. I keep it all the way trill. You feel me?”

Looking a little disappointed by your response, she responds with, “I hear you, but I don’t feel you. You didn’t answer my question. I wanted to know why yo boy called you a real nigga. Why—are you a real nigga? What—have you done—that qualifies you—to be a real nigga? I mean … did he call you a real nigga because you play with hammers? did he say it because you been to the joint? Did he say it because you fuck a lot of hoes? Did he say it because you push work? Did he say you a real nigga because you a jack boy, you like layin niggas down? Is that what qualifies you to wear the title, ‘Real Nigga’. Boo … you gotta break it down to me”.

You are shocked to say the least, which in turn sparks this response from you, “Damm … you a muthafucka! But I like a challenge though. But what kind of shit is you on? You talk reckless as fuck!”

So, while you sit there dealing in emotion, she sits there cooler than a fan in wintertime chilling on a deep freezer checking you out. She not feeling your swag, and never was.  She thought you were cute, so she indulged you. Never once seeing you as an equal, but more like a mouse trapped in a maze being trained to hunt cheese.

Looking in your eyes she says, “If I offended you, I’m sorry, though I’m far from being sorry. There is nothing sorry about my divinity…I’m just trying to figure you out”.

You stare at her for a second, and then it hits you.  You start to feel it. You’re starting to think to yourself that you may have bit off a little more than you can chew. But, you are by no means a quitter. And, even though you couldn’t figure her out, you decide to take another crack at it. So, you tell her, “Yeah … that’s why I’m a real nigga. But, that ain’t the only reason why I’m a real nigga. I take care of my neggas. If shit need to get bodied, or laid down for one of my neggas, then fuck it, that’s what it is. My neggas will do the same shit. If neggas look out for me, I’ll look for them. If neggas show me love, I’ll show them same neggas more love. I take care of my sister and all her kids. I pay my momma’s and my sisters bills. That’s why I’m a real nigga, cause real niggas do real nigga shit.”

You stare at her while she quietly sits there nodding her head. But she doesn’t nod in agreement.  She nods because she told herself that all niggas sound like broken records repeating the same ole ignorant nonsense as if they were born with a manual of dumb shit to say. So, with a deep sigh, she replies, “I heard some of what you said, and I was feeling some of what you said. Taking care of your family makes you a real man, not a real nigga. I mean think about it … what does negga mean? The dictionary defines the word nigger or niggardly as ignorance or derogatory term for black people. I could go deeper into the etymology of the word nigger, but i dont think you would understand. So, do you really want to associate this word with yourself? What are you saying about yourself or others saying about you when you or they say, ‘I’m a real nigga,’ or ‘I fucks with nothing but real niggas. These same real niggas saggin they pants, showing the world they ass by robbing, and killing their people, by selling that narcotic death to their people, and by giving the opposite sex incurable diseases. If you ask me, I think these so called real niggas got being a real man confused with being a real nigga. They are not the same. There is a difference. Real niggas need to understand that. Real niggas need to understand that real men take care of their families, real niggas don’t. Real niggas play with hammers for dumb reasons, real men don’t. Real men have a problem with taking stuff from people that don’t belong to them, because they worked too hard for their own. Real niggas don’t give a fuck. So boo … there is a difference. A man—ain’t a slave, because he’s not a negga. A negga is a slave, or should I say, that’s what the slave master used to call his slaves. And since the slave master wasn’t big on teaching his slaves how to read or speak properly … slang and Ebonics were born. Or, should I say the word negga was born. So, a man who refers to himself as a nigga or negga aint really a man, because he is telling the world ‘I’m ignorant because I say I am and, ‘I am a slave who will do masters job for him. Can’t have massah bruising his hands and feet walking all over and beaten up on us poe niggas. I has tah do it fo him. I has tah rape and beat black women fo him. I has tah rob and kill neggas fo him’. “Do you feel me or am I trippen?” She says leaning toward you, her face is like 12 inches from yours. All the while she is reading the confusion and anger in your face. It’s almost like she is enjoying it.

From reading you, she thinks to herself, “I hope I ain’t made this brutha wanna run to them she devils. Oh well if I did. They can have all them real niggas. Let them fuck they lives up instead of ours. Let them get turned out young and dumb, drinking, smoking, fucking and dropping out of school thinking it’s cute or cool just for some dick…I ain’t the one”.

You mad as fuck. You want to slap sparks out this bitch because you know she just disrespected you in ways you don’t even understand. So, you stand up, and then say, “Man… I’m feeling some muthafuckin kind of way!”

She looks up at you, while pulling you back down by the hand she says, “You asked me what was on my mind boo. I just assumed you really wanted to know, or why else would you ask?!”

Now you really pissed, because you feel like she just came at you like a straight sucka. You know you ain’t never been that. So, the first thing that comes out your mouth without thinking is the word…

Bitch!!! … BITCH YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP. I DON’T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU TALKING TO. LET ME GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM YO GOOFY ASS. YOU STUPID ASS BITCH!!

AAliyah shrugs her shoulder as you walk away. She’s use to getting those types of responses from what she considers to be weak men, little boys wearing the skin of a grown man. But she says one more thing to you before you walk out of hearing range. “I’d rather be a bitch then a real nigga”, she says as she starts singing and grooving to the Keri Hilson song ‘slow dance’…

Got you in my element

 Time to represent who you wit…

The whole world staring at the both of us

and I’m giving you all my love.”

You walk over to yo negga Dell and notice he is laughing.  You say, “Negga … that bitch is fried. Negga…I almost punched that hoe in her shit.”

Dell is now laughing so hard that he got you wondering what the fuck is so funny. So you ask him, “Negga…what the fuck is so funny?”

It’s at this time that you pay attention to the female that he had been sitting with since you walked in the door.

“My negga…” Dell says. “That shit funny because you like the fourth negga to try and holla at that bitch and leave salty as fuck. She been sitten right there all night shitten on neggas…lol.  Me and her cousin been sitten here betting on how many neggas go over there and leave salty. This bitch just got me for another fifty bucks”, he says laughing.

“I ain’t betting no more. I just knew yo pimpin ass was gonna knock her off. If you couldn’t knock that bitch, it’s a wrap. Shit…if she don’t fuck with real niggas, what kind of neggas do she fuck wit?

FAATHER TIME NETERU

3/4/2009

“The moral of the story is perception and projection….how we perceive ourselves is what we project to the world of what we think we see in the mirror. Most of us have been brainwashed and conditioned on what to see as a real nigga, and because of that conditioning we break our necks to project it. It has become a culture all on its own. A culture we aspire to and think we are supposed to be. We view any behavior contrary to it as corny even though our quests to be real niggas has and always real result in the same negative results; prison, fatherless children, death and a whole slew of other consequences. It is imperative that we change how we perceive ourselves. We must see ourselves as divine beings so that we may project our divinity and change our condition in the world and then change the world…we must remember that we founded every ancient civilization in the world and it technology that can’t even be replicated even today.”

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THE PEN

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I’LL PAINT YOU A PICTURE SO YOU CAN SEE MY LIFE

I PUT IT IN THE PEN

IT’S IN THE INK I WRITE

THE DOPE GAME I DID IT

IT ONCE CONSUMED MY LIFE

I SAID IT THROUGH A PEN

IT’S IN THE INK I WRITE

FEMALES I GAVE MY FLUID

MY CITY I RAN THROUGH IT

I PIMP MY PEN TRULY

IT’S IN THE INK.”

YOU SMELL ME

I SURVIVED PRISONS

11 YEARS OF LIVIN

COME BACK TO HURT THE GAME

WIT BOOKS AND HUSTLE IT’S NOTHIN

I PUT IT IN THE PEN

WHILE ROTTEN IN THE PEN

MY WHOLE LIFE IS IN THE PEN

IT’S IN THE INK

IT’S WRITTEN

MY LIFE IS IN MY HAND

UNDERSTAND IT’S WRITTEN

THROUGH POEMS, THROUGH BOOKS, THROUGH MOVIES

IT’S THROUGH THE INK

YOU KNOW ME

MARY GAVE YOU HER LIFE

HER LIFE

HER LIFE

HER LIFE

LAURYN EDUCATED YOU RIGHT

THROUGH THE MIC

HER LIFE

WELL MINE IS IN THE PEN

AND IN THE PEN I WRITE

TIMES IS HARD

I STRUGGLE

ITS THROUGH THE PEN I FIGHT

THE MILLIONS I DREAM OF HAVING

IS IN THE PEN IM WRITTING

THE CHECKS I DREAM OF SIGNING

THEY IN THE PEN

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CONFORMITY

ConformityConformity is the garb of lessor men…

Too afraid to stand out alone guided by the inner compass of divine hocus-pocus.

So they wear what the masses wear,

Walk how the masses walk,

Too afraid to be the weirdo and say I wear divinity and do so proudly…

I wear divinity on my feet and arm leg leg arm and head.

I wear it on my cells, iris and eye lids…I can’t be separated from this

Conformity is the tongue of lessor men…

Too afraid to speak their hearts truest fears and their minds bravest thoughts,

So they hide behind the crowd

Follow it

Never attempt to intercept it, leave it, surpass it, expand it, stuck and stagnant

Voice gone,

Voice to low,

Volume of voice and courage at level zero.

Too afraid to stand up and speak out for what’s right

Too afraid to let your words stand up and fight

Conformity is the thoughts of lessor men…

Too afraid to act and own their own thoughts, invent and create their own thoughts,

So they adopt the thoughts of others…

They ignore the crowds of “I am’s” whose voices can change the world because they let the power of their thoughts effect the world

They  chose the herds of “who are we’s?”…the endless endless herds of  “who are we’s?”

They have no voice,

Their thoughts are implanted and owned by others,

They are instruments of their own destruction,

Pawns and puppets to be used pushed and pulled around,

If they all fall not one will stand up,

Not one will pull the others up because falling is what the masses are enjoying,

Falling is what the masses are doing.

Not one will say this isn’t right,

Not one will have the courage to not follow, but rather stand, and fight.

Conformity is the behavior of lessor men…

It takes power to reflect and say I will never be a slave again,

Power to say I will never act like a slave again,

Power to stand out even though the herds create laws within its conformity trapping their thoughts, minds, and actions to be controlled by their enemy.

It takes power to say I AM,

Power to transmit your voice into the universe affecting the very fabric of the cosmos,

It takes power to look up into the sky and say I am—apart of you.

It takes power not to follow, power to think for one’s self.

Conformity is the sister state of mental death

Conformity is vision with no sight and darkness with no light

A map to a location but no way to see

Swimming to the bottom of the sea and no way to see

If everything has a balance, then conformity is the absence of balance

Conformity is an act that is so tragic

It is cause with no effect

Effect with no cause

Conformity is the equivalent of being eaten alive without wondering why without protesting that you are about to die just lying there watching as your flesh be consume no sense what so ever of impending doom

I swear I must leave the room

All these puppets make me wish the world would just go boom

Why can’t like-minded ones equate for a greater sum

Work towards a greater purpose that will benefit everyone

Why must robotic objects wearing skin bone and flesh surround us, conforming and following in a constant loop of their programing?

GODDAMMIT what’s it gonna take to shake these people

Awake my people so they can see that with the heaven and stars we are equals

[sigh]

Instead…the reality before me…herds and herds of people stuck in conformity

Written by FAAther time Neteru

6/9/2015

i see through you

chess

the absurdity of all your plots and schemes

all designed to destroy peoples hopes and dreams

It must bring dread to all the real mothers and fathers who want nothing more then to protect their sons and daughters

From the time you wake up—get up—prepare breakfast, lunch and supper everything you have consumed this day will result in cancer

I’ma answer

I’m a parent….it makes me livid got dammit

Why you want all my bread…my money…but u want me dead as soon as you take it from me…

All these homo’s and GMO’s I wonder if there is any correlation to the drastic elevation of homosexual relations and these unnatural chemical imbalances brought on by additives and genetic modifications… I’m just saying I don’t know but excuse me if I offended you thought you might want to blame it on companies like Monsanto. Your life style is a part of the scheme to rid human beings from this earth so ask me whose feelings I care to hurt most.

I know we gods got the power to create but nothing created to sustain life is meant to be anti-life.

Everything created for life is supposed to be in accordance with life—accordance with the earth

So what is this shit they putting in the dirt and calling it food but it ain’t really from the earth

Taking it from its very essence all in the name of profit

Why does my corn got fish DNA?

And we ingest this mess every single day its gonna end up with humans having gills one day

They don’t even test this food to determine its long term detriment

When did the earth ever go about creating that way?

Smh

Under any other circumstance, this would be a lol moment, but ain’t nothing funny about these people chasing that money

How you making chemicals to wipe out animals invading your farm lands…but hold up I said that backwards fam…how you invading these animals home lands with your farms and then attempt to exterminate them and leave those same chemicals in the food for me her and him.

I know your global agenda is to get the human population to 500,000,000.  We exceeding 6 billion, which means you got cigarettes, alcohol, and wars… all three of which kill more people galore…, devilish plots under the guise of  relief aid that’s really a battle ground to inject people with chemical raid and leave whores infected with aids designed to extinguish the life of sperm and eggs…

You got fast food and junk food….both kill you fast, add junk to the body till it no longer resembles a body, just a jumbled collection of fats, sodium and calories… for the life of me I cannot understand why people can’t see….

You got abortions and birth control; black women by the way use this weapon the most…a pair of tools you use to control the births of less desirable by making them sterile and unable to reproduce even if they wanted to can anybody say dippo mass extermination via mass sterilization….

you got prisons and homosexuals. It don’t take a rocket scientist or supreme intellectuals  to peep the game you pull. If the men ain’t around women they cant make babies, and if men are into men, and  I meant that figuratively and literally…they cant make babies… programming these men into acting like ladies, all in they emotions calling other men baby…if you don’t stop it—wearing these dresses and skirts I mean, leggings and skinny jeans…the effemination of the male is real but not in the genes….how on earth did these devilish schemes trick female human beings into thinking they were better off without a man in they life? And these sisters barely even put up a fight…  Joining that feminist struggle for equal rights and it didn’t even apply to they life. There is no good men is a saying that seems to echo through out your life…but you kick it with homosexual men like everything is alright did it ever occur to you you could have been that mans wife???…well let me enlighten you, you apart of this problem too the same game plan they put down on us also applies to you too.

If women don’t respect the men or the role he plays in the family dynamic, then no children are being made because of that “I don’t need a man” rhetoric and if you don’t need a man, you still got desires, so you will use yourself to please yourself  or find the lips of a woman, because you don’t  need a man….but actually you need a man to find real sexual gratification or an object designed to carry out the nature of a man, I’m just saying, I read the Kama sutra…but in this u still a part of this elaborate plan….you got all these vibrators and toys whose sole purpose is to desensitize you from the true pleasures and joys of being with a man notice I didn’t use the word boy …what man can measure up to a battery powered motor or a toy connected with an electrical cord … no wonder you think you don’t need a man so you all confused bouncing back between toys, women and fools…all of which put in place and easily in your face to keep you from a man…everything is going according to plan

Dam do these people plan.

yo ass ain’t slick though I’m hip to you…you assassinate our every real leader…and yet still I’m still not afraid to speak the truth of you…you want us dead…Thee absurdity of all your plots and schemes for heaven sake how did you people get so mean!!!

But you know we smart too…some of us ain’t gonna let you do everything you plan to do. We got plans to and all of which is designed to uproot you…

Uproot you from the minds of all you plan to do all these devilish things to.

Lower nature and divine nature all at work all at the same time

dualityI’m cruising checking out the scene

Rolling in my whip with a gangsta lean

I peep her walking in tight jeans

The smile, the ass, the walk,

Everything mean

Had me thinking obscene things

Then logic and reason-NING…Began to Rule supreme

This woman,

maybe even a queen ain’t about to let u just buss open them jeans

Spread them thighs put that original cream of the planet earth in that pie without commit-TING

And while she might pride herself of her ability to keep on them or take off those jeans

I like wise pride myself of my divine genes so without children I can’t see commit-TING

my lower and divine nature all at work all at the same time

How else could a brotha with a divine mind see a beautifully shaped ass which he perceives to be sending subliminal’s like come touch me, caress me…for heaven’s sake I know u see me!!! and not ignore the ass and see if the mind matches and surpasses the beauty of the ass, because that kind of beauty and attraction to a beautifully minded woman has got to be awe inspiring  like a life time of continuous nonstop organisms and something I hope to find myself lost in before I begin transcend-DING

Is this the show that will always play in my mental every time I see a beautiful woman and my lower nature hopes and prays that she is a hoe with a hole in her soul that I can use to fill with a part of my being and at the same time hoping that emptiness I filled don’t get passed to my seed, I bear witness i want to fill the void in her soul and I want to fill that void in her lower physical structure it’s a thin line when it come to the wants of the physical and the mind… Lower nature and divine nature all at work all at the same time

The complexity of a divine being emanating divinity, sexuality, and savagery all in the realm of mentality and physicality. Thoughts manifesting actions, actions planting seeds in barren wastelands or fertile paradises.  Divinity, sexuality, and savagery all aiming for the same purpose but with different reason-NING to get there. God creates, gods are always creat-TING.