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What you are about to partake in is a world of our inner thoughts, inner feelings, clear cut opinions and revolutionary observations...Hopefully something you read will change your perception of "what is"...change your day, maybe even change your way of thinking all together. More importantly, if there's some words of wisdom that you may wanna pass on...Feel free. Let us learn from each other. It's time for the righteous people to get it together...When it's all said and done, give the glory to God. All praises due to The Most High!! Be Devoted To The S.O.U.L!!! Peace & Freedom.



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10.13.2009

Seein' What It Is By Lookin' At What It Was...

I can remember lookin' out of my fourth floor window watchin' the sun come up...What we called the " back park" would radiate brighter as the sun rose higher. What would've been a bad view to most was so beautiful to me...concrete, trees, checker/chess tables made of stone...benches, monkey bars and the typical project basketball courts where only half of them have rims...the air was so...so...pure then. It's a wonderful blessing to look thru a young person's eyes...so innocent. We never looked at livin' in the projects as a bad thing. It was home...the pissy staircases, the crackheads, the broken elevators...it was home. But something changed over time...as we got older, the air started to taste not-so-pure...at least for some of us. After movin' to what seemed like a better nieghborhood, I would learn that a tenement was just a fancy word for "smaller" project. I then had a sixth floor window to look out of. It felt like home also...it WAS home. It had all of the familiar elements of home...crackheads, broken elevators, etc. etc. But yet again, something changed...or was it that I changed? It is said that "home is where the heart is"...Well, my heart was no longer in it. The vibe was always there because my friends were there but my heart had moved on to greener pastures. I found knowledge...and it was that knowledge that showed me that I didn't belong there...So when I began to look out of my now sixth floor window, I saw not what was...but what needed to be. I had to break that cycle of public housing, welfare, etc. The class system created by the "elites" put me & mines there. I say that to say ...it is your MISSION to GET OUT!!! I remember watchin' "Rhyme & Reason" and Wise Intelligent from P.R.T said, "I'm not stayin' true to the hood, I'm stayin' true to the people in the hood." I've adopted that credo ever since...Let us all dedicate our life to change...Peace & Freedom












Truly Yours,




Mitch L. Hennessy

10.07.2009

Growth...I'm A Grown Man. Pt. 2: Mental

On the last post I spoke of spiritual growth...I spoke of how God can reveal things to you...How God can reveal to you how the negative things in your life were put there to have a positive effect on you. What's the cliche'? The Lord works in mysterious ways. If you wanna put it like that, fine. Sometimes I think about the fact that I've never met my father...as a child, I used to ask my mother why he was never around...After hearing her answer, I still felt unsatisfied. I didn't understand... As a teenager, I rebelled and I cursed him. I cursed him for not being there to teach me how to fight, how to finesse a honeydip. I still didn't understand... As a man, I learned to forgive him...I forgave him because we all fall short....Mental Growth. I still didn't understand though... Then something happened...I had a child. Something you talk about happenin' but to live thru it is so spiritual. That feeling hasn't wore off...even when my lil' princess drives me up the wall...I look in her eyes and I see the true meaning of what life is...why we are here. How could my father walk away from that? I know now that there are two sides to every story....I wanna know his side...what happened? Regardless, his not being there made me the man that God needed me to be. The father my family needs me to be...I am in no way professin' my own perfection. I am a wretch...but God loves me anyway...And you too.


Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

Growth...I'm A Grown Man. Pt. 1: Spiritual

When you reach a certain stage of enlightenment, The Most High will reveal things to you. It's up to you to see the code...If you are not spiritually inclined, you wouldn't be able to understand what that feels like. I couldn't explain it to you if you wanted me to. There was a time where I was so lost...Mentally and spiritually...I started searching for knowledge. I learned a lil' bit from some brothers that were five percenters. I studied on my own constantly...I learned my history...learned what it truly meant to be african living in America. Knowledge of self...I thought so...Something was missin'. I still felt lost...I was taught that the black man is god, he can manifest his own blessings...There's no way that's not true...it's what I believed. With age, I've come to learn that there is truth in that. There is the essence of God in us due to the fact that we are created in His image. But when God intercedes into your life on more than one occasion, you tend to change your perception. When the hand of God touches your life, there's no denying that there's a higher spiritual being among us...watchin' us....Spiritual Growth. What "religion" do I believe in? I don't. Let me clarify...I believe the ideal of religion was created to further divide us as a people. Not to get it twisted, I speak the testimony of The Messiah. Many nations/factions have done some dispicable things in the name of our savior; who just like his people has been stripped of His true name, true identity and true place of origin. "How can a black man praise a white messiah?" People have asked me that question...and it's that ignorance that keeps them from accepting The Messiah as their savior. Not that it matters because the wicked comes in all colors as do the righteous. But it's simple mathematics...if civilization started in Africa, which at one time in existence included all the surrounding lands, now known as The Middle Eastern countries; Wouldn't that make The Messiah african? Now what's your excuse?











Truly Yours,

Mitch Hennessy

9.23.2009

What's Really Real?

Where's the unwritten law that says being "real" is standing on these corners hustlin'? How real can you be when you're runnin' from the cops? Meanwhile, a man that busts his ass at work to support his family is a square. An emcee is "real" when he exploits the effects "The Class System" has had on our people. An emcee that looks to correct said effects is considered to be "corny". Women walk around with fake boobs, fake eyes, fake noses, fake nails, fake asses(yes, they can do that now), etc. Yet, these walking, talking, plastic dolls are the first ones runnin' around talkin' about they want a "real" man...I jus' don't get it... What are your thoughts?



Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

The Meaning Of It All...

Love....Life....What is love really?......Hell, what is life?.....Maybe love is when a man looks into the eyes of a woman and sees down to her soul....And in seeing her soul, he sees that part of him that's been missing since birth....I guess that's why they say, making love is becoming one with someone....But that's just it, most times when you lay with a person you run the risk of your souls not conjoining....That's when you're "making love".....Making something that isn't there to begin with.....But when they do connect, it's a beautiful thing.....Two souls become one in the same and the power of this unity's love is strong enough to create life....Creation of life...The greatest gift ever given besides life itself....And soon the life created by this unity will strengthen the love of the unified souls......Love....Life....Life.....Love....Love is life and life is love.....Peace & Love......Love your life.....

Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

Changes...Jus' a small thought.

Change...Change is a good thing. Elevation...Growth...Completion of your cipher. My homies and I look back on the good ol' days a lot and we laugh at the stupid things we used to do. We all wondered what it would be like to be married with kids and all that jazz..."Nah man, I can't see it" was usually the thought. But lo and behold, a whole lotta years later...4 of us have been "tagged and released"...And we've all got kids. All daughters too...I've been told that it is a blessing to have your first born be a girl. And it is because everyday that I get to look into my babygirl's eyes is a blessed one...Change is good...Some people subconsciously fear change...Which is why they're still doin' the same dumb shit at 30 that they were doin' at 19. Hey...Change is inevitable...And whether you stand and deal with it or run like hell from it...A Change is gon' come...





Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

9.06.2009

Too Hip To Be A Square

"To be hip is to be update and relevant"-KRS ONE "Hip Hop Lives"





Update and relevant these days means overexaggerated tales of being Pablo Escobar or John Gotti's second coming. Either that or coming up with a new dance craze whose buzz lasts all of 15 seconds lookin' like a modern day jig all the while(but that's a different story for a different time). Make the choice to rhyme about geo-politics, spirituality, how about leading a regular life and they want to throw you in a box(no pun intended, but then again...). When it comes to my music, I'm not afraid to be myself. And since when did it become hip to lie on your persona? I guess around the same time it became lame to be educated. It's funny...I've known cats who were supposed to be the thuggest of the thugs turn tail and run when the heat was on and str8 and narrow 9-to-5ers who would and will drop you where you stand. Up is down, day is night, what the hell is goin' on!? It's time for a new way of thinking, no matter who wants it...I won't spit about ignorance just to get to paid. Thinking outside of the box(pun intended fa'sho)is hip; by that statement alone I'm too hip to be a square. Peace & Freedom.







Truly yours,
Mitch Hennessy