I'm obsessed with success. Not the kind you're thinking about.
The Devil's greatest accomplishment has been tricking Mankind into believing he doesn't exist, and that his goal in life is to help you fail.
This goes back to purpose. (What's yours?) Mine is to please God and succeed at this game called Life, kick the Devil to the curb, and make it to Heaven.
That's what I call success. Because, on the real, the Devil is also hard at work creating the illusion that God doesn't exist either.
But we know better than that, don't we?
I'm all about SUCCESS. Whatever I do, I have a condition called perfectionism that drives me to do my best at everything from cooking the meanest batch of scrambled eggs and cheese for my kids, to writing and re-writing my scripts until they sing.
Mediocrity is a fatal disease.
So, I'm pushing forward in this world to make my mark, impact others, spread the word. . .
Get some REAL SUCCESS people!
Knowledge is power. Arm yourself. READ a book, or ten. Open your minds, because a closed mind receives nothing.
On this last day of the shortest month of the year, on a day that will not come again for another four years, I send out the call to arms:
"Read! In the name of your Lord who created, Created mankind from a clot. Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous."
~Chapter 96, Verse 1-3, The Noble Qur'an
And, as I leave Black History Month, and move into Women's History Month, I feel incomparable. I feel unparalleled. Recherché. Now, all I need is Muslim History month in April to complete the trifecta...
And, I'm living my life like it's GOLDEN!
My Favorite Lyric This Week:
"Put You On Game" by Lupe Fiasco
Let me put you on game
Let me put you on game
Don't you know that I run this place,
And I've begun this race,
Must I rerun this pace?
I'm the reason it's become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
They love my darkness,
I've made them heartless,
And in return, they have become my martyrs,
I've been in the poem of many a poet,
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to artictulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvest
The dro grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow,
I am the one that they march with
Through the back alleys
And the black markets, The Oval Offices,
The crack houses and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens,
The pages of the sages, And the Chambers of The Kings
Through the veins-es of the fiends,
A paper chaser's pager,
Yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things
Speak every single language on the planet, y'kna I mean?
I am the American dream,
The rape of Africa
The undying machine,
The overpriced medicine,
The murderous regime,
The tough guy's front,
And the one behind the scenes
I am the blood of this city,
Its gas, water, and electricity,
I'm its gym, and its math, and its history,
The gunshots in the class
And you can't pass if you're missin, G.
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head
And hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby,
Hope he never comes back,
I hope he's with your mother, with my hustlers high in my trap
I hope you die in his trash,
I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag,
Behind the hospital little baby, crack addicts had
Then maybe you can grow up and be a stripper,
A welfare-receiving prostitute, and gold digger,
You can watch on TV, how they should properly depict you
The rivers should flow with liquor,
Quench your thirst on my elixirs,
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resister
The trusted misleader, The number one defender,
And from a throne of their bones I rule,
These fools are my fuel, so I make them Cool
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface's pool,
And feed 'em from the table that held the Corleone's food,
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name,
'Cause I'm the...