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Reflection for today…The Value of Money -Nikola Tesla

5 Nov

     “Money does not represent such a value as men have placed upon it.”

-Nikola Tesla

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In this short video clip, Moby discusses the value of money.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSGwVm-Tj_s

He notes, “the ultimate goal in acquiring money is to have enough money so you don’t have to worry about money. 

His observation, “the best thing about money is when you don’t have to pay attention to money” is paradoxical.

It is a paradox that you can stop paying attention to money only when you have money.

This begs the question of how much money does one need to have in order to stop paying attention to it? 

{I suspect that it varies from individual  to individual}.

Moby talks about how he grew up poor and even lived in an abandoned factory in a crack neighborhood.

*It should be noted that at no point in time does he complain about the poverty he experienced.

One senses an air of gratitude from Moby for these experiences.

His humble beginnings are quite the contrast to his massive success as a musician. I believe that Moby truly deserves and enjoys his success- financial and otherwise.

His last point was that he doesn’t understand the pursuit of money for the sake of money.

Chasing money for the sake of money sounds like greed to me.

Greed

To me it seems that Moby is asking existential questions about human existence.

Specifically, he is questioning purpose and what brings happiness and satisfaction. 

He does not think that happiness is derived solely from money.

Moby Loves Animals & Is An Animal Activist…

However, Moby notes that money can improve the quality of your life.

Sociology teaches us that a person’s income and social status greatly impacts their health and quality of life.

Sadly, society is not a level playing field; hence, the vital and urgent importance of social equality is understood.

Moby invites us to define success and find happiness and satisfaction on own our terms. 

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Please enjoy Paid in Full by the legendary Eric B & Rakim

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7t8eoA_1jQ

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Do you agree or disagree with Moby?

Why or why not?

What does success mean to you?

What brings you happiness and satisfaction in life?

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For more information…

Nikola Tesla…http://www.pbs.org/tesla/ll/index.html

Moby…http://www.moby.com

Eric B. & Rakim…http://www.ericbnrakim.com

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Moby Wishes You Peace, Love and Happiness…

Ceelo speaks about resilience, love and the price of success…

16 Aug

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgcStm2MWUY

I first “met” Cee-Lo  Green on Goodiemob’s Soulfood album.

For me, it is a classic hip hop album which I still listen to.

Cee-Lo’s soulful singing and rapping is unforgettable.

Here is a song that I listen to when I need some strength. I include it to give you an idea of Goodiemob’s and Cee-Lo’s soul. 

It is Goodiemob’s “Free.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bk126fF8-Yk

   Goodie Mob has since broken up although there might be a reunion in the works. Cee-Lo has moved on to Gnarles Barkley and a solo music career.

He was interviewed on The Hour and I love what Cee-Lo says at 1:20:

“…People would maybe envy the success that you have or the fame, the celebrity…you know but I’m not sure if we talked about it you know specifically, if you want to pay the same price that I did…”

He paid quite the price. 

Cee-Lo felt he was “thrust into manhood” because his mother had become a quadriplegic as a result of a car accident. He had to watch his mother suffer for three hellish years from complications due to her paralysis until her death.

He felt there was “a transferral of energy” and that he took on her spirit and her wish for him to be a success as a person. 

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His fierce love and reverence for his mother is so inspiring.

He speaks about it in the chilling song “Guess Who” on Goodiemob’s Soulfood album.

Here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-FBjYlEaok

Cee-Lo’s fierce love and heart felt devotion to his mother makes my heart melt every time I listen {along with the rest of Goodiemob’s’}.

He is a phoenix that rises from the ashes; his resilience is the essence of who he is.

 

Boogiemonsters – Recognized Thresholds Of Negative Stress

9 Apr

Promo Pic
Front Cover
Back Cover
Double Disc


Group Photo

Recognized Thresholds Of Negative Stress Lyrics

Verse One: Mondo, Vex

I can see your only eyes, locked into your skull
My backbone the zone and when I roam my mind is full
Guess who? I’m swoopin through the air like pestilence
I know your nerves are shot and skin is tight from my presence
Got the aura of a gazelle and roll like an ox
I linger in the air and make my vocals bust shots
To your dome
, I’m thicker than a junkie’s nostrils or veins
The membrane, of a party, nucleus of the brain
The cytoplasma, is gettin phatter as it grows
And expansions of the soul so throw the trash below dig within
Your mental will extend upon arrival of the truth the spiritual

Ya hear it nigga you’ll get loose
So light the wick and let’s get busy
Like a stick into your teeth
I override the threshold, and take it back to the sea
Who can it be? Dance up in the party
Come and grab the microphone, come and move my body

Well I came through the door, I said it before
I never let the stress get me down anymore
So as we walk through the thresholds of snake in the grass
I thought of super vicious shapes, lyrics begin to mass

Feel the blast as the format of the rap smacks the skit
No profanity but the tongue is rough spit
Verbal vomit, strings the atomic
Some electrospectroscopic storm, rising from the quorum
It’s like water all up in your grill as we be strokin to the doom
Eliminating gloom as we walk in
With the WalkMan’s on, turned up to ten
Apocalypse is comin, Boogiemonsters’, transcend

With the
Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na
Dan-ne-nanny-yah on your block
Rock the ill one for energy, blesses as the mess
Penetrates the thresholds of negative stress

Chorus: Repeat 2X

[Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na] The recognized thresholds of negative stress
[Dan-nah-nah-neyaa] The recognized thresholds of negative stress

Verse Two: Yodared, Myntric

I like the bare back when I rip my rap on the track
MC’s be beggin for mercy, but we don’t be cuttin no slack, see
Yoda’s on attack and Myntrick got my back
Peep the ver-nacular, cause I don’t know how to act

Spectacular, back you up like Dracula
Feedin off the energies, flip em like french toast I be the spatula
My man my blackness, we’re, comin through the fatness
The drifter, floatin to the mist of the wackness

Attack us like a virus, look into my iris
Save that Achey Breaky Heart stuff for Billy Ray Cyrus
Just one of four Jugganauts, breakin down the walls
I fall into my zone and I realize all

So bring the noise b-boys, cause we’re back
Peep the naked flow, bust the dreaded afro check the track
And plus the microphone, when I take you back

Represent the Boogie Down, monster when the sound hold me black

Chorus:

Verse Three: Vex, Mondo

Well it’s the taker of the took-en, the shaker of the shook-en
My head will bop and rock like the niggas bop in Brooklyn
On the block, so you don’t stop
And ya don’t stop when I rock and the nine goes pop

Remember me, I be the kid with the Catholic uniform
But nowadays, ahh, the girlies just swarm
I don’t know why, I’m walkin through the negative stress
Ghinga levi, is use-ful and still may get the thresh

Well I’m that little peasy-headed kid from back in the day
The one that could run fast, cut and go the other way
And run a three-eight forty, leave ya in the chills
Leave ya at the twenty standin still holdin ya dillz

I used to get frustrated with my Nike’s
It never matched my wears, I used to be in tears
I used to be chillin, I used to roll dice
Nowadays I’m thrillin, my wears are twice as nice

And nice on the rhyme flip, watch how my rhyme tip
Just gets more complex, as we come, let me say my name is Vex

Fe fi fo fum, ho hum, yes I said it, before
But bring it in, Mondo, my man cause he got more

One day I be the rich and famous sittin in my Nova
Scoopin chicks, gettin chicks, to flip like bend over
Got my powerful, ice-ring, and everybody’s witness
And the swing techniques, so flow you fly freak

So in ninety-four, yo, it’s all about the music
Here it comes, spiritually, now you can, use it
So ah, eliminate the worst and the best
And eliminate the threshold, of negative stress.

Passin’ Me By- The Pharcyde

8 Apr

Who is Passing You By???
Passin Me By Upside Down PicOr Who Are You Passing By???

I Love The Pharcyde
 
Pharcyde Group Pic
 Passin’ Me By is a True Hip Hop Classic…





Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde is a Classic Hip Hop Album…so original, creative and fresh.
Pharcyde Bizzare Ride To The Pharcyde
 Its still all love after all these years…
 

 The Pharcyde – Passin’ Me by Lyrics

“Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher cause I knew I’d get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stand, come to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
He’d pick her up from school promptly at three o’clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I’d write her name then carve a plus
With my name last, on the looking glass
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passin’ me by…

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she’s my type of hype and I can’t stand when brothers tell me
 That I should quit chasin’ and look for somethin’ better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven’t gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
I’m shootin’ for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
 She could be my broad, and I could be her nigg*
But, all I can do is stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she’s more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she’s crazy steppin’, I’ll try to stop her stride
Cause I won’t have no more of this passin’ me by…

Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin she didn’t have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man

 He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdie’s gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By lettin’ her pass I had proved to be a better man

She keeps on passin’ me by…

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by – why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?

 Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn’t such a wimp
Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lyin’ I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely, the one who loves you dearly, PS Love Me Tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender, damn
She keeps on passin’ me by…”

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For more information on The Pharcyde,

please visit their official website…

http://thepharcyde.com/

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Peace & Namaste…

Supa Star -Group Home

1 Mar

“Born in the ghetto it’s hard to survive
Some have achieved and many brothers tried
But I realized which life to choose
I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues
But there’s no rules and you only have one chance
If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance

At night I use to scream and shout
Livin’ in the ghetto trying to get the hell out
So I would try as I watch my friends die
But all I could do was sit back and cry
These are feelings I’m expressing through my rhymes
I been through hard times so many problems on my mind
I wasn’t living rich and I also wasn’t poor
I try to appreciate but I deserve more…”

-Group Home



Reflection for today…The Days of Old -Paris

25 Feb

http://www.parismusiconline.com/

Reminisce’ back when I was only a child
Back in the days of livin’ carefree lifestyles

As long as we wasn’t caught, bein’ bad was cool
and we were never at a loss for something to get into
Children in the neighbourhood, down at the park
Sunny days when we played at the old schoolyard
where kickin’ it live was a familiar scene
Kenny M. and Big Gene know what I mean
But nowadays it seems life just ain’t the same
Everybody’s involved in the game or a gang
and when we die, it seem like nobody cares
It ain’t no love in they cold-hearted stares
Thinkin’ of payback, of makin’ a hit
Now Cowboys and Indians become real-life shit
and life means nothin’ when the heart is cold
It ain’t the same as the days of old.

Yeah…it ain’t the same as the days of old.

It’s a unity thing, much love for my people here
But what good is love if the people don’t really care?
The triggers are cold at the O.K. Corral
but it ain’t O.K. when my people live foul
Another sad case of the black-on-black

It’s a fact, some of our people don’t know how to act
Can’t go to the club, can’t to the store
Can’t chill with your girl, can’t go to the show
Can’t do anything without some fool actin’ up
You start to believe that black folk are savage but
before you do, allow me to say
that in the old days we didn’t act that way, see
Kings and Queens were the names of the righteous
but the sons of slaves are insane and we might just
self-destruct and erupt without a chance to grow

This ain’t the days of old.

Damn…this ain’t the days of old.

I don’t know…c’mon.

(Sound bite of George Bush)
There is no match for a united America…a determined America…an
angry America…our outrage against the ploy unites us, brings us
together behind this one plan of action – an assault on every front.

Better wake up…

So I say, what will it take before we change up?
Some more of us dead, or more of us locked up?
Or maybe even more of us will blame the white man
before we understand now the problem’s not him
What I’m tellin’ ya is actual fact
I’m ain’t pro-human cuz all humans ain’t pro-black
Remember in your mind that there still exists
a plan to bring down a black fist

See the struggle is uphill, life’s at a standstill
Jack popped Jill now he don’t act real
And every livin’ moment got her singin’ the blues
Her sole provider can’t afford the baby’s shoes
That’s the cycle so many of us go through
America’s black holocaust continues
and I just hope we wake up soon before we fold
I miss the days of old.

Damn…I miss the days of old.

Listen…it ain’t the same as the days of old.”
-PARIS