Inspire-(v) 1.To affect, guide, or arouse by divine influence. 2. To fill with enlivening or exalting emotion.
4) Suge Knight
-The bible attempts to teach people to “do unto others as you want done to you,” or something to that effect. But, with all the thou’s & art’s & cometh’s, the message kind of gets muffled in the translation. Whether one believes in Karma being a bitch or not, there’s certainly a fair amount of turnabout in life, even for the do-gooders. At one point, Suge Knight was the king of California. Dude was so rich, he smoked cigars everywhere he went & wore red Champion sweatshirts to posh, snobby restaurants & dared them to turn him away. He also pimped his artists for pennies on the dollar, if anything at all, hung Vanilla Ice over a balcony (allegedly), & basically treated all people around him like a footstool. Rumor has it that he even slapped around his artists, which for all intents & purposes is totally believable. For all his years of douchebaggery, he’s earned a lifetime’s worth of grief, including just being hit with an IRS debt upwards of $6 million. But if that bankruptcy he filed for didn’t stop his baby mommas from sniffing around his ass(ets), I doubt the Feds will give a damn, either. On the real, once companies started auctioning off bits & pieces of his life, like E-Bay’s ghetto ass cousin, E-Bay Bay, he should’ve high-tailed it to West Bubblefuck, Roman Polanski style. The king is now a lowly jester. & the peasants don’t even respect a jester. Be careful who you step on to get to the top, because you will meet them again on the way back down.
-If your kids are like most American, television addicted, no excercise getting children, they spend more time with their least favorite television character than with their favorite parent. Just saying. TV has this ass backwards way of glamorizing everything. Murder, stupidity, & especially sex. I know kids who learned everything they needed to know about the horizontal tango by watching TV. & these days, when they complain about how hard it is being only 13 years older than their oldest child, I don’t even listen. No matter what we say to infiltrate their young, feeble minds, 10 minutes of any show on cable is their sex education. I say, let them listen to Eazy-E’s first album, then let them read first-hand accounts of Eric Wright’s last 2 weeks on Earth. Sure, we can preach about the perils of misguided sexual activity, but no speech can equate hearing his lascivious lyrics & then witnessing complications from AIDS destroying the grandfather of gangster rap. When I go back & listen to certain songs, it’s eerie. There was something prophetic in his words, as if he know he’d die like that & didn’t care, or he was calling out to the cosmos for it, challenging fate, if you will. My dad calls that type shit “spitting in the wind.” Sad shit, it could’ve been avoided with some good ol’ common sense & a fraction of all that dough put towards a couple hundred boxes of rubbers.
2) Tupac Shakur
-I’m convinced that the universe is God’s cage, & humans are the unfortunate pets. No way out & no control beyond our reach. Which, in all honesty, isn’t that far at all. Don’t let Hollywood fool you; niggas ain’t exploring space like that. Our actions have reactions & consequences. Our energies, while spiritual in nature, are also kinetic. & if I learned anything in 3rd grade science, it’s that a force exerted must find a home. Depending on the amount of exertion, the force may return back to it’s source. For demonstrative purpose, drop objects in a water-filled bath tub, each object bigger than the last, one after the other. Watch the energy travel, respectively. You’ll definitely smell my cologne. Tupac was a prime example of such a theory. Unfortunately, he put the majority of his passion & drive into negativity. Surely he had good energy, which shone brightly through the black hole he created, with his own hands, but ultimately, evil stands triumphant, as usual. Remember, the Devil’s got the whole world in his hands. He’ll provide the momentum, all you have to do is let him know what’s really “real” in your heart. In the instance of humanity, you want to steer clear of exerting high levels of negative energy. & if you do so, know that it can & will return home. God help you if you answer the door.
-I believe there are specific paths designated for certain people. Like that one douche nozzle you know who wins all kinds of shit without trying, meanwhile the closest you’ve gotten to an unexpected prize was an unintentional pregnancy. Some souls are just predestined to walk the Earth tortured. I’m related to quite a few. If you look hard enough in pictures of them, you can see a tiny black cloud over their head(s). Not for nothing, but even the happy-go-luckiest person can make shit harder on themselves. At some point, reality has to set in though, & override anything else, lest you accidentally commit suicide. The only thing more depressing than a man succumbing to his demons is watching said man travel to the end of his proverbial road in real-time. When God obviously puts out His hand to help, only to get it slapped back at Him in arrogant defiance, you can’t help but to give up on that man. At this point, I’m with Sheriff Joe. DMX is his own worst enemy. Fact. I remember an interview with Fat Joe talking about Big Pun, & how he tried to get him to lose weight. When Pun died of a massive coronary, Joe blamed himself. My dad felt the same way when I almost drank myself to death. If a person is willing to repeatedly cross the expressway blindfolded, there’s not much you can do to for them, except pray. & be ready to cover your eyes.
If this kind of shit doesn’t inspire & motivate, then fuck it. I’ll just see you when I get there.