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[JAH - GREEN]

I have made a set of songs to be released which I'd like to share with the community of this forum. As usual, I have chosen the Poetry section because my works inevitably tends to litterature (english learner ?) or/and philosophy (Jah). Lol, this is really what path the life a soul uniter has taken for years to be united soul, heart and mind. The work I will to share with you is a life-like testimony so all can, at any moment free, see and watch for himself what can complete the self-answering and the self-learning, indeed, amongst our Selves.

The post should have professionally allied this forum on an artistic one but it's "same drip, same drop to brim", and yes, anywhere a mind is in its resting head. That's still Jah-Green's more info

The sound to hear is now on TEDJOSYA - Main,

And the buzz is below, the words of testimony's terrestrial shape !!!

Fitting where the room is only you can know, the translation of the message :

Here,

Jah-Green, thru Allah-Sane...

[JAH - GREEN]

Just bide your time, maybe you’ll see it !
Just bide your time, maybe you’ll see it !

I remember when we were all in connection…
We would drive our thoughts to higher comprehensions,
Discussin with philosophy, peace, enhancement...
Leading one another to the divine empowerment.
Crossin’ seas and seasons with constant elevations,
In the aim of warning the whole populations.
Then we would make plans for further situations.
All the same, some brought wars and regressions.

Rebuilding the destroyed causes,
Inhibiting the consequences
With this you see, the sun’s negative !
It hits you free, it’s the sun’s negative !

The answers are in your mind,
Let it burst and trick the bind.
Rule the mankind and show them how not to be blind.

Rebuilding the destroyed causes,
Inhibiting the consequences
With this you see, the sun’s negative !
It hits you free, it’s the sun’s negative !


By believing in redemption, we believe in our eternity. From that we are led to perceive our past lifetimes and formulate wishes for our own future. Being naturally from our closest star, we cannot deny a redemption is the metaphysical acceptance of our original source : the sun. Also, a great number of elements reckons : the reality that attests likelihood, the virtuality where beliefs are drawn and the result that enables the potential of action. Made in the Most High’s image, the vision that is seen during a redemption is the mirror of oneself and one’s soulmate : the sun’s negative, firmly rooted in the brain – the grey matter – and the sun itself…
Thereafter, the divine perception makes the committed errors from the heart’s sadness crop up and proposes to start from scratch. However, many prefer vengeance and then miss out on their destiny, mirrored by the negative of the sun.



(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

I’m shiftin from night to day
Walking on a soil of clay.
I wanna get to my country
No matter the decay.

From dawn to twilight
I search to reach my height,
I wanna change history
To avenge the land they slight.

But for instance I try to thrive
My existence to stay alive,
Otherwise I’ll encounter my demise,
Jeopardize the sense of my future lives.

They took all of our richness
And keep fueling the distress.
I’m ‘bout to pull the trigger
On that confusing mess.

Before going over there
I’ll have to be aware
And use a little rigor
To respect the roots we tear.

And for instance I try to thrive
My existence to stay alive,
Otherwise I’ll encounter my demise,
Jeopardize the sense of my future lives.

I ignore how you suffer
Tho’ you told me in your letters.
We have to climb up those walls
And pass thru the civil wars.
Y’all should stop slayin one another
On the ground will be to gather.
Conquer your obstacles
Before the night falls.

So for instance I try to thrive
My existence to stay alive,
Otherwise I’ll encounter my demise,
Jeopardize the sense of my future lives.

I ignore how you suffer
Tho’ you told me in your letters.
We have to climb up those walls
And pass thru the civil wars.
Y’all should stop slayin one another
On the ground will be to gather.
Conquer your obstacles
Before the night falls.


Being ready for the great change is important for its realization. It gives rise to a sudden passage from night to day by essence. This very day may be hurt but it can be totally different tomorrow. Also, when the night sets between those two states of facts, we have to stand upright to welcome the day after. Night serves to dissociate good and evil and allows self-meeting, and thus, reflection about positive actions to do for the day after. Moreover, fighting in the daytime shows that light animates you ; whereas in the nighttime, the fight is perceived as a playness with the demons. Only the light can help conquer your obstacles. Besides, the battle musts occur within, and we shoudn’t do more than we can ; somebody else has got this role.


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

I don’t know where this all leads but it’s safe to say that I feel better.
I was just encumbered by my past behavior. No need to wonder
How I’ve changed and found a new shelter from their bitterness
And unkindness. Obsessed by what pertains to them, they can’t
See the richness in someone else. I take a rest from them.
They’ve missed the blessings God offered them. It’s all the same now.
They want me to settle for less that I am. Now I take the vow
To grow up somehow. I’ll get there where peace abounds as a
New world power. Now outwardly, I look serene and stable;
But on the real of it, I’m just aggrieved and frazzled. My mind’s dazzled
By the many things I marvel. I’ve retired the game to play,
Unplugged my brain then strayed. I live my life day after day,
Avoid the advice they’ve said. I wanna build a new bed,
Stop eatin’ the trash they’ve fed. Open up my eyes and head
Toward the exit. But I can’t place it til I make it when my candle’s lit.
I must admit I need to revive my spirit and faith as it constantly fades,
Developping sorrows and deadly thoughts. Odds are I’ll stand by
God’s will and start living a new life off of doubts, and use the blessings
I gots as his love never rots and when Satan pops out his box, I say…
No way…

No way, no way, no way... No way, no way
No way, no way, no way... No way, no way
No way, no way, no way... No way, no way
No way, no way, no way... No way, no way

First thought it was the moon but I got it very soon.
I can’t neglect that love’s doomed to let its sister lust loom
Like a huge pool of loony thoughts in the gloom. Now assume
The outerspace is the room left here for us to be groomed
And fit Jah’s kingdom’s truth. I choose to live with
Out the churches for fools in it live in Satan’s clutches,
Trapped in those hutches, poisonin’ them souls he butchers
To fix our spiritual lunches and go’gainst our inner searches.
Pacters, direct us well ! Now I could tell bunches and bunches
Of crocks, see...’cause I been ready to croak, see...
For you to stop treat’n me lightly. I’m caught up in adversity...
I hope one day you forgive me from what that mirror’s just showed me.
‘Should’ve added love to lustful sprees. Now my mind sees
True feelings give rise to sacred bliss.
And what resembles assembles leaving the reasons dismantled.
It’s not ‘bout why I pick you or you but how you play with my mental.
I can’t conceive it rational. Why God wants me to buckle ?
And where’s the love in this struggle ? It just gets me unsettled.
Waiting for the snake to rattle, so I can start’a quit the wrestle.
God won my soul despite my whole refusal. Best choose love
Than lust before craze gains your all.

No way, no way, no way... No way, no way
No way, no way, no way... No way, no way

Why there ain’t no way for us to save the love ? ( I’m losing my reign…)
Why there ain’t no way for us to reach above ? ( Just wastin’ my reign…)
Why there ain’t no way, ain’t no way, no way ? ( Ain’t no way, no way…)
Why there ain’t no way for us to free the dove ? ( I’m losing my reign…)

I’m losing my reign, just wastin’ my reign
I’m losing my reign, just wastin’ my reign

No way, no way, no way... No way, no way
No way, no way, no way... No way, no way
No way, no way, no way... No way, no way
No way, no way, no way... No way, no way

I’m losing my reign, just wastin’ my reign
I’m losing my reign, just wastin’ my reign


It is not unusual to question oneself when you are in between depression and spirituality. The want to know how God will lead us toward the exit of the pit offers an eventual solution in itself : perseverance. However, we have to learn to better know ourselves according to the image God makes us reflect, and, accept that the turmoil comes from the negligence or the stain - conducted by Satan – of that image. Moreover, it can be bad-viewed by the entourage and give rise to distress and other tribulations. We rejoice to come in groups of friends, who don’t always understand the liking language, but the sinking one ; or to make up relationships without love. Also, the way of rooting out of all those pretenses of life is to follow the soul, who wants to see the light, thus, leading to a redemption. This latter manifests after having been at the lower and through a vision, during which a choice is to be made : shapeful love or shapeful lust.


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

Don’t tell me you’re ready to kill for the plans you wanna fulfill.
This shit sounds so scary to me, but it's damn real.
Those fiends, seemingly unable to live with little cheese,
Would scheme on 'em own homies to get a bit wealthier.
Money owns people’s plans as bad as plans wanna own money.
Money’s got this sweet appeal that’s difficult to resist.
But when it comes to killin for it, it just becomes a neat slip,
Havin us thinkin we cant figure our lives with out it.
It’s like we'd cease to be if money ceases to be.
Now what if we ever find our greedy asses
So broke we 're to sleep under bridges?
Indeed we'd cease to be, for we'd lose our pride and dignity.
But still, you'll never catch me plannin on dirty tricks or take risks
To get suitcases filled with 100s like in mob-related flicks.
Now I sure have ever dreamed to get money by bricks
And I'd go great lengths to brim my empty pockets,
As far as the means fits ethics.
Cos the completion dont always justify the means.
Cos the completion just might not be the money seeka gettin richa
But the money seeka gettin in a bumma,
Soon meetin his or her sorryass next to a jaila !

Getcha money y’all…The right way !
Gotta getcha money ! Gotta…gotta getcha money !
Make ya money y’all…The right way !
Gotta make ya money ! Gotta…gotta make ya money !
The right way !

Love money, hate money, big money, more dough, more friends.
Good money, clean money, straight money. Keep your head
Cool, try got do the right things. Keep off drug deals, keep off
Crack runs, keep off bad gangs. Get the good dough from good
Runs, doing the right thing in a plain way. Just like my homies
Who get the good dough in a right way, doing the right thing
In a plain way ; keep to your dreams…I say
Love money, hate money, big money, more dough, more friends.
Good money, clean money, straight money. Keep your head
Cool, try got do the right things. Keep off drug deals, keep off
Crack runs, keep off bad gangs. Get the good dough from good
Runs, doing the right thing !

Getcha money y’all…The right way !
Gotta getcha money ! Gotta…gotta getcha money !
Make ya money y’all…The right way !
Gotta make ya money ! Gotta…gotta make ya money !
The right way !


The money # spirituality dilemma musts be understood as a mode of change, neutrally in money’s way – enrichment – and spirituality’s – evolution, such as communicating vessels. It is finding the happy medium as God obliges us to live from the sweat of our foreheads and also think of Him in all times. But, spiritual prosperity requires the strictly necessary material and vice-versa. According to the rightness we want for ourselves, despite the gaps and the obligation to pull through ; we should get at not to want more – by thinking of the most underpriviledged ones constantly. Solidarity can be a mere story of heart when we don’t have the means to materially help. Thus, a sincere wish can take sight of a prayer in the front and the back would be to not waste and overuse our conveniences. We should find the humility to be content with what we can get objectively ( = regarding our incomes ), driving subjectivity ( = our priceless wants ) to spirituality and thus, communicate with God so as to know what’s good for us and find out what he can bring us in this lifetime heredown.


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi-D. Omosa - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

It’s all done, unknown to my mind,
Unknown to my life, should I say unknown to my sight ?
No, I shouldn’t if I had a lil’ respect for those in a similar case
Who have no image of theirs…Who you’re talkin’ about ?...
Just the fuckin fathers that give them fatherhood in,
The same who complicate a hard to live motherhood and
Thank ya M’ma for bein’ my sweet mother and
For bein’ my tough father. Thank ya dad for you played so wrong,
This way you just made me strong, so strong !
Now I know why I rarely cry, I cried too much when I was
A lil’ child. Now see, even when someone close dies,
Only tears from me laughin’ can get outta my eyes.
But I’m older now and wiser now, time passed by.
It’s no need turning back the hands of that fucking time.
Just tell me how it is that you wann’ get back that late.
But anyway, you missed it all ‘cause you spoilt it all,
So then…

It’s all done, you’ve set us too much time alone,
Don’t even expect to come back !
‘Cause you’ve already stabbed
Mamma’s back and mine, oh my !
He stabbed us in the back so bad.

See how you done missed it all, see how you done spoilt it all.
You wanna get back and clear up your soul ?
How can you be that off-the-wall ? Yeah, I’m your son !
‘Can’t piss on it at all so I won’t knock you too much
With my lyrical sharp bullets. If so, be sure it’ll be accidental.
Don’t trust it, you asshole ! I’ma kick your ass and
Make your plans fall thru ‘cause you just an individual
Amongst all other people. See what you done done just rankles.

You always been in disguise,
So you can’t bluff me as I’m wise.
You can’t buy me with your wet eyes
‘Cause I forsee the rest of your lies.
You turn yourself forgiveable
But your errors are barely acceptable.
Since you never shown up at all
My love for you ain’t so actual.

It’s all done, you’ve set us too much time alone,
Don’t even expect to come back !
‘Cause you’ve already stabbed
Mamma’s back and mine, oh my !
He stabbed us in the back so bad.

You want it brand new like it’s the beginning.
‘Don’t even know you, please daddy fill me in.
Your favourite this and your favourite that,
I don’t know them and all the things that I have lacked,
You done had’em. I think it’s to late to do it all again,
Plus I’m sure your aim’s fake. It’s another promise that won’t be kept.
I’m satisfied of the way I’m livin’. Don’t feel like weepin !
And when in trouble I know who I be calling, my dear Mamma…
I mean dad you never been and you’ll never be part of my life,
So you should keep, you really oughta keep outta my mind.
It’s just like the civil wars had an impact now that it’s killed
All the things and all the ones you liked.
You vainly tryna grab some new contacts.
Is your aim really wise, ‘shoulda been wiser than that
Instead of stabbin our backs cause now trust ‘s runnin out.

You always been in disguise,
So you can’t bluff me as I’m wise.
You can’t buy me with your wet eyes
‘Cause I forsee the rest of your lies.

It’s all done, you’ve set us too much time alone,
Don’t even expect to come back !
‘Cause you’ve already stabbed
Mamma’s back and mine, oh my !
He stabbed us in the back so bad.


Most of the time, children coming from monoparental families withdraw into themselves and learn to build themselves up by their own. Aimless they’re trouble-led ; aimful they’re faith-filled or they give birth to it. However, adolescence can alter that faith, which, added up to temerity can sometimes render rancor to the missing parent. In other respects, the familial lack ends up by filling itself with unsatisfying answers and perpetuate into a turmoil of which only spirituality can deal with. Thus, we imagine other lifetimes and we take the vacant role, which is yet heavy. Though maturity arrives with the time that passes, the remembrance of childhood can crop up thoughts such as “I’ve lived death” or “Let my dad be cursed”, words that we have to pay, for, the soul ties are unbreakable even if hurtable to the point of making it up dangerously. In growing older, the adult-child gets over his or her drama and cultivates the spirit of the family in forgiving and clinging to his or her life-predefined worths.

Luzolo Tata


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

She keeps chasin me, stressin me.
She needs me in her sheets. Please, get off me,
I ain’t your king. You ain’t no importance to me.
Plus my baby needs me and I love my baby.
So quit teasin’ me. Trust me, I won’t cede.
I won’t bust the sweet relationship I be livin’
With my sweet honeylady. Now your cheeks
Might be wet with tears and it seems I won’t wipe these.
Can you imagine the way you be buggin me
When you squeeze me in to fill me in ?
Did I tell ya I gave no fuckin shit interest of ya hobbies
And ya habits. Seemingly, I ain’t interested... so,

Why dont you just speak....( Speak to someone else )
Just stop your dirty trick....( and go pick someone else )
U just drivin’ me sick....( Please check for someone else )
I know I leave you weak...( But go chase someone else )

This fucking giving me a headache,
I suggest you go dive in the lake.
You have a thirst to slake, a motivation to brake.
Stakes is high for this union you tryna partake.
Leave me alone witchu fake ambitions I turn into flakes.
I might have picked you before
But I’m kinda in-deep wit’ my girl
Hell well, is it me that’s too cute ?
I ain’t even sure. Your arguments I refute,
You bring’em on more. So now some slaps are afoot,
You need serious efforts to change your attitude
And find interest in another dude ‘cos I’m ‘bout to lose my cool.
And it’s clear you do it on purpose and I’m not Mr. Righteous,
So move before you get burst ! Why’s that you’re on Earth ?
Some woulda played the field and faced their woman with a shield.
I was on the brink of it but kept faithful despite the influence you wield, girl

Why dont you just speak....( Speak to someone else )
Just stop your dirty trick....( and go pick someone else )
U just drivin’ me sick....( Please check for someone else )
I know I leave you weak...( But go chase someone else )

Get the walk on, why you’re holding on ?

Why dont you just speak....( Speak to someone else )
Just stop your dirty trick....( and go pick someone else )
U just drivin’ me sick....( Please check for someone else )
I know I leave you weak...( But go chase someone else )

Get the walk on, why you’re holding on ?


What is important in a love relationship is to be capable of confirming your love to your half to yourself. Often, a mere interest for a third individual takes shape of an intermittent want and, creates the turmoil that is felt by the partner, founds the amalgam that can result to an adultery act. The importance for the one we love and who loves you musts be constantly reminisced so as to moderate your sociability toward others, whom are always ready to make up films. In other respects, one musts adhere to one’s couple by battling against the annoyance that one could involuntarily cause to the other. Thus, charming, dragging, desiring must serve to one for the other only ; thus avoiding any amalgam and consolidating the ties of love and trust up to perfecting them. Also, musts be known an apparent smothering is sign of length if one admits his membership to the other. Soulmates find themselves that way in acceptance and long-last, getting their walk on toward the eternity of love…Faithfulness.


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi*
*Contains replayed samples from E-Jay

[JAH - GREEN]

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Witnessed all them crimes with my eyes.
‘Talked the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Tucking my people and my limes with my find.

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Read the warrior’s reminder with my eyes.
‘Watered the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Waiting for my people to arise with my find.

Tell me
Is it the time we go to heaven ?
‘Cos I’m waiting for it to happen.
I done tried to remain even
Not to rush and miss the destination.
But no more could I bear my burden,
So God took my soul to redemption.

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Witnessed all them crimes with my eyes.
‘Talked the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Tucking my people and my limes with my find.

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Read the warrior’s reminder with my eyes.
‘Watered the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Waiting for my people to arise with my find.

You see
I received the blessings he gave ;
Warning me to be clever and brave,
To beware of those who want me in a grave
And never judge the way they behave.
For them no have a chance to be saved.
No, no... They have no single chance to be saved.

My brain was very sore, sore, sore, sore, sore, sore.
‘Fixed the negative of the sun as it soared.
Hittin’ the books again to forestall the odds.
Redeeming my soul again to present to God’s.

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Read the warrior’s reminder with my eyes.
‘Watered the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Waiting for my people to arise with my find.

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Witnessed all them crimes with my eyes.
‘Talked the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Tucking my people and my limes with my find.

Feel me
You should obey the rules you bend,
Thereafter you will overstand
It’s all darkness in where you stand.
Leave all those castles made of sand
And I won’t let your ship go strand.
Don’t care ! Your troubles gone come to an end.

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Read the warrior’s reminder with my eyes.
‘Watered the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Waiting for my people to arise with my find.

‘Seen the light three times with my mind.
‘Witnessed all them crimes with my eyes.
‘Talked the old good roots of mine with my cries,
Tucking my people and my limes with my find.

My brain was very sore, sore, sore, sore, sore, sore.
‘Fixed the negative of the sun as it soared.
Hittin’ the books again to forestall the odds.
Redeeming my soul again to present to God’s.


At my fourteen, playing with my comrades, time stopped around me, such my habit to be lost in my thoughts. I was fixing the sun with my eyes and a grey ball appeared, the grey matter projection. That black ball blackened and submitted me to my fate ; the latter being my black force acceptation, which is common to all, and the direction of conformity. However, managing one’s positivity is primordial to the skill of this handling…I hadn’t succeeded in. At my seventeen, in spiritual awakening, the same phenomenon took place : I then found the existence of my soulmate out and clang to that. But, the progress is made by stages ; thus, I’ve had to admit to myself entirely of the fate predicted by God and Satan’s bad eye. Whom musts be in desertion so as to not importune and enhell those who make the mistake of following him. To know what is beyond the limits without penetrating there permits protection and survival, to the likelihood of a redemption. At my twenty, the Most-High God made me view the acquired worth of my soul in result of this redemptional fight.


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

I don’t know what to say,
This all went astray...
That relationship we’ve been building,
It just goes shattering.

Is that the game to play
That takes us out our way ?
I detect it when you’re lying
And my heart turns cold dying.

Soothe me and bring me love, baby...
Breathe me and feel my love, honey...

Honey love, trust in me. I’ll always be here for you.
For eternity, ‘cause my love’s so true.
But your lack of concern bludgeons me.
I’ll make it up to you.

Where did I go wrong ?
‘Love used to be strong.
That situation drives me mad uptight
And consumes all of my delight.

Help me blow away my hurt feeling
Because I’m starting suffering
From all the love you hide
When you are by my side.

Soothe me and bring me love, baby...
Breathe me and feel my love, lady...

I’m caught up in sorrow, you neglect me sometimes.
I feel the road’s narrow. I’ve tried so many times
To allay the shadows, to open the window,
Change my pain into rhymes and make you mine for all times.

Don’t let things get so complicated,
Let us turn it around.
There still is a chance to get it solid,
Let’s start building around.

Let our love everlast... Girl, everlast by my side...

Soothe me an bring me love, baby...
Breathe me and feel my love, darling...

I’ll never let you get rid of me.
I need you to comfort me.
Let your guard down and breathe with me.
I just want you to hear me.

Open your mind and soul,
Blessings so manifold.
Ease your turmoil and confide in me
‘Cause I’ll stand up for you eternally.

Soothe me and bring me love, baby...
Breathe me and feel my love, baby...

Don’t let things get so complicated,
Let us turn it around.
There still is a chance to get it solid,
Let us turn it around.


The terrestrial primordials seperated themselves in order to better see each other, like all soulmates, who follow their natural instinct. However, this separation caused confusion and rout of one towards the other ; projecting their binarity onto anyone. Thus, all other love stories, out-of-soulmates, are inclined to suffering and the painful repercussion. In other respects, solidity breaks itself, faithfulness doesn’t seem reciprocical any longer, and admitting the drift becomes impossible to conceive. One musts fix by absorbing that God carries the sense of this testimony for his creatures, to whom optional freedom has been transmitted : choice ; that absorption, ultimate gratitude and acknowledgement, allows to perceive and feel by one’s soulmate so as to be loved by ( and love ) the adequate and self-equivalent ideal of God’s Love…that of the choice of absorbing confusion and rout cannot reach.

Find your soulmate and satisfy it...


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

My spirituality’s keepin on a special track.
A tangible serenity balanced by the worth of facts.
Act like God wills or show him y’aint ready for the blast.
Otherwise, handle the vision ; comprehend your task,
Search for solutions, rearrange your path.
Answer what you ask, give yourself a gasp.
Then barf in ya sack of crap acknowledging you’re wack.
Cast ya smithereens, give the people the laugh.
Wonder what God plans on sharing witcha ass.
Harrass from need of help and run fast from ya past.
Make the rain fall, enlighten my sights in the frost.
Cry out inside, knowing who will pay the cost.

J’te demande pardon maman
Pour le mal que je t’ai fait
Parce que sans toi à mes côtés
Ma vie ne serait pas ce qu’elle est.
Je t’aime et je remercie Dieu
De t’avoir comme mère.
Parce que chaque homme en a besoin
Pour s’en sortir sur cette Terre.

Some theories’re unexplained, still causes bring effects.
Mess with what I profess and guess how I could get selves.
I made you doubt the message but still you remained stunned and
Perplex. How long you think it takes ? Metaphysical feelings dwell
A lightyear in a second and the largest sects would never tell.
Just learn it took years to condense the text, centuries to get
The essence you get. Leaning on what’s shallow to forsee the depth.
Blatantly written to make you reflect. Get the story and test the
Targets, they may be upset. Yet, they can adjust the settings.
They’ll redress what they’ve read and reject what they’ve felt, missin
Out on the blessings of brainstormings, discuss the bribes being
Forthcoming. Matter how and when as a clueless king.
Now give ya mind to God for safekeeping. I’m sailing not wrestling
With what you think can’t be cured. Your pain punctuates my
Litterature and mine advocates my adventure. Complain my
Irrelevance, glance at what you figure. But just don’t ask how long
It takes to write scriptures. Let the time tell you when terror features.
Make it last and find issues, growin up mature, Walkin up the blues !
Writtin down the rules, sheltered by my points of view, for sure !

When will you understand…that we make history ?!
Act well, you’ve been sent…to improve destiny !

J’te demande pardon maman
Pour le mal que je t’ai fait
Parce que sans toi à mes côtés
Ma vie ne serait pas ce qu’elle est.
Je t’aime et je remercie Dieu
De t’avoir comme mère.
Parce que chaque homme en a besoin
Pour s’en sortir sur cette Terre.

Africain, j’en suis fier. Ma terre, ma patrie, repères.
Je vis ici, je t’oublie pas. Tu fleuris dans mon esprit.
Moi qu’est franco-africain, j’suis partagé entre deux cultures.
Privilège de mon côté, ce n’est qu’une opportunité.
Etre digne de c’qu’on est, c’est d’accepter ses origines.
J’aimerais tant te donner tout mon amour d’pays, d’mes racines.
Tous ces livres sacrés, sachez, qui nous guident vers la liberté,
Sache que c’est la religion qui construit notre humanité.

When will you understand…that we make history ?!
Act well, you’ve been sent…to improve destiny !

J’te demande pardon maman
Pour le mal que je t’ai fait
Parce que sans toi à mes côtés
Ma vie ne serait pas ce qu’elle est.
Je t’aime et je remercie Dieu
De t’avoir comme mère.
Parce que chaque homme en a besoin
Pour s’en sortir sur cette Terre.



The after-redemption always results in a start from scratch, one musts relearn to exist regarding the norms…However, one musts draw lessons from what the event taught and not to deny the facts to oneself ; either from fright of the new attained domain, or from not being accorded to the status-quo any longer, which musts be left behind for those human laws do not coincide with the divine laws. Inside of one resides the soul that precisely musts guide the life of a spiritual being – like a mother would purely do for her child – and in the symbolic instant : Africa for an uprooted one. Also, new precepts may be thus revealed to the soul, which have always existed but dissimulated by some stater’s interests. The sacred writings know by essence where the decisive truth outruns its diction, since originating from universality. Thus, one mustn’t doubt, despite the veracity of doubting, well even that each being finds noon at his or her spacetime and not to expect to receive “food in the mouth”…without having a slightest ounce of servitude in return. For God always lets us the choice and places us in his universality, free and equal…

Heaven is an enlightened mental satisfaction…


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi-A. Seck-D. Dji - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

At that time, I hadn’t learnt how to prevent’em
From coming forth to my curls. They burnt my
Spirit, forcing me to run in the dust that swirled
Up to my eyes to earn my money ! I’d never
Turned my back at the sun. Always did what
Had to be done. Never reflected til the time’s
Come to realize I had no income... I’ve sworn
To be richer than I’m poor. And there it is,
A little money I caught, a fresh Bentley I bought…
Imagining the new flat I’d cope. Pier Import is now
Empty and destroyed. Then they told me to go.
So, I did so, with the guiltiness of a psyko…
Cops fetched me for what I did hours ago.

Breaking down, breaking down !
We smoke the same draw ?! We can’t be smokin the same draw !
We have the same jaw ? No, we haven’t the same jaw !
Breaking down, breaking down !
Telepathic and clever.
Breaking down, breaking down !
We have the same ‘ho ?! No, we haven’t the same ‘ho !
We have the same dough ? Prolly we have the same dough !
Breaking down, breaking down !
I need a four-leaf clover.

As I’m thinking over what God’s chosen us to label,
I get to think it’s all a weird reality we rebel
Where the freemasonry allies scientology’s ideal.
Bluffin’ our eyes and minds to trust what they want
Us too seeable. The society directs my life and my
Path, taking over my decisions to keep me within
The stats. I hardly agree the fact of being ruled by
Those rats. They grab hold of my senses to
Portray the masses. Determining my choices as
Related to my voices.

Breaking down, breaking down !
We ‘re in the same mob ?! We ain’t in no mob !
We have the same job ? No, we ain’t got the same job !
Breaking down, breaking down !
I need a four-leaf clover.
Breaking down, breaking down !
We have the same life ?! No, not really the same life !
We ‘re from the same strife ? Maybe we’re from the same strife !
Breaking down, breaking down !
Telepathic and clever.

Never regress into a madness,
Hold up your self !
Never regress into a madness,
Hold up your self !

Breaking down, breaking down !
Breaking down, breaking down !


When we pass into a new domain of thought, we may be led to enlarge our perceptions, or conversely, to retract, without the will of evolving, on the fundamental bases. Open-mindedness enables conscience to unfold and thus, better dissociate the different eventualities of life. To know oneself, to know the others, to know one’s environment strengthen the potenciality of choosing the right way and/or guiding one’s fellowmen. Moreover, we can be stifled by too much of inappropriations, stagnate, and let oneself drift on fatality’s road.
From human morphology to partial telepathy, from universal metaphysics to concrete reality, all, absolutely all, takes wing in the end : it just remains to opt for what is good for self, or know what we want, self.


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

They say we got way too much welfare compared to’em,
That its unfair the way we be taken care of. They so jealous of us
That they start imitatin us...Hailin for misery and poverty
Since they want to leave The Pool, Congo ! Makélékélé shoulda been my clan.
Mama, n’satu yé nani ! Bika lembo ! Aah…E.J.Y, many years ago…
Top-modeling ya son at the kindergarden to his real flow.
Red Eye, uh…did I read ? uh..motherfuckin’ preterit.
So I sit and think of Bercy or Zenith in Paris,
Turnin the T-V on and hear and dream of the bootylicious ish
The children of Seen or sins are showin me back and forth.
What I took is so good sugar that the writtings aint on the wall no mo’.
Thou shall move on to the next track, man I’m trapped…This shit is old !
And get the chorus from the abstract.

I just handle the jelly, sadass witchu Addidas, see !
You got me commercial or official ? Psycho path to the right path,
I just left Grand Kazi. He sat his ass down counting his money !

I used to do Neo-Soul, Acorbouth, Son of Tiburce ;
On the 22nd street was sippin some crystals wit’em.
Man, I’m dreamin again ! Nuttin to Trade Center.
Sentez...Sans T...Without Tea...mes jolies fleurs ! zzzzzz...
C’est naze ! Dieu had predicted it...Nosery…Damn us !
And I ‘member when they blasted the R.E.R train, no rain was fallin on us.
That was the scene from “Die Hard With A Vengeance”,Bruce Willis,
Why aint you saved us ?! Hollywood, uhm…Holy Hood ! I come from France
And my homies unable to live with lil’ cheese just steal from them white friends
To get them ends. Where’s da point !? More and even more even means means that ya
Completed ? Ain’t itcha who’ll make the Eiffel Tower collapse..Man,
He is Bin Laden !! Me so harrased to rap what was written in the book.
Is it a loop ? “Getchaz nigga, cuz Imma get mine”, damn I bite... “in due time...”

I just handle the jelly, sadass witchu Addidas, see !
You got me commercial or official ? Psycho path to the right path,
I just left Grand Kazi. He sat his ass down counting his money !

I was there in the beginning and I’ll be there in the end.
Be careful ‘cos its coming, dropped from the strain of my hand.
I could hav’ been carryin it to the one-secluded land,
Claimin it’s over, stated by God’s respected word.
We wud of started renewing better, improving smarter…Word !
Swearing in future as we saw it in our mindcorner.
Mother Africa sees its ramparts built up and solidified.
You’ll never die ‘f you obey the rules she teaches you to buy.
Too high to get a reasoning we hide behind…
While a goddess sets her mind and buries corpses in night.
How clever the three-dimensional fact drives her ?
Elements miss one another and fail to connect for the better !
Unique ass was there, self ass here and my ass caught in between…
She can shit but can’t sit…down, she can shit but can’t sit…down !

I just handle the jelly, sadass witchu Addidas, see !
You got me commercial or official ? Psycho path to the right path,
I just left Grand Kazi. He sat his ass down counting his money !


What is a concern of craziness is a perspective that only the virtual and the extra-metaphysics can comprehend. The subconscience can be in narrowness with the grey matter and give rise to out-of-norms thoughts that the consciences can obviously not comprehend. Only the individual, facing his or her truth, is able to intelligibilize him or her self in taking the physical reality/imagination bearing into account ; without going deep into the jelly his or her refections stand for. Each one handles one’s logic so as to better grasp what surrounds them regarding their receptivity. When the on-the-fringe individual is found approved of by others, that concordance reaches a new perspective and enlightens the affirmers’ mode of thoughts. Thus, for force on credibility, it needs coordination between what the mental could reveal as salutary and others’ stability : integrity. Moreover, knowing which are the norms of our current societies permits not to be given craziness-related terms. Unless you take pleasure into your jelly…


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

“Jesus is by ya side even though you don’t want him to”,
That’s what I was used to be told by Mamma Nunu.
Thanks a lot for helpin me get thru,
But just as a dumbass sucker, I did do
The wrongest thang dat had to be done. To see in you !!
Then now I find my soul feelin kinda lone,
My dark thoughts eatin away my bones.
But still aint no hurried conclusion to be drawn.
I aint be getting the frightenin death zone.
I’m just wanderin along my harmful liferoad all by my own.
Not even tryna find some way home.
Just gettin my situation even more harder.
I should just say to myself : “Get sometime to reflect the better”.
The day’ll soon come when I cant take it no longer !
But still aint no horrifyin’ ideas to be pondered over, no no !
I just need to find the right listener to get it talked about.
I just need to find the right friend so I can cope with that.
I just need to find the right one to feel peacefully easy,
As I find myself in a state of doubtful uncertainty.
Lack of confidence, strength, etc… blow it constantly…
I should just check the everlasting friend I have in the one who died
For me. ‘Cos’…

My soul’s kinda weary, my sight kinda blurred.
The road to my Lord kinda muddy.
Satan had me get it all in a muddle, although
I knew God would help me battle.

So I feel like sending praises and prayers
And wash my feet in holy waters.

But now if I don’t believe in it, how could I get myself relieved ?
Sneakin away in wrong feelings, good times missin, watch my self
Grievin’. I sound as the time’s come to get closer to my beliefs.
When will I admit God was always willing…to help me make it.
Now I do pray you send me other blessings…So I can really make it.
Mamma Nunu always been right too about you,
But seein’ her harmed to craze, just wanted not to go there too.
Fillin my mind with useless anger, just wanted not to listena you
Either. So now all I can promise you, is to learn to get you better.
I’m now really willin to search the inner-peace and stop the lost
Battle. So what ‘bout goin to church and read the Holy Bible ?
Aint nuttin to consider any longer : I’ll do it all !!! Cos’…

Never lose your faith and strength, just follow the prophets.
You have to climb up the fence, and follow the prophets…
Acorbouth…

My soul’s kinda weary, my sight kinda blurred.
The road to my Lord kinda muddy.
Satan had me get it all in a muddle, although
I knew God would help me battle.

So I feel like sending praises and prayers
And wash my feet in holy waters.

I’ve never ever’d decided the turn my life would take.
Never ever’d thought ‘bout decisions to make,
Never ever’d pondered over quitting being fake.
My dignity’s trespassed beyond the stakes.
Oh ! For heaven’s sakes, help me find some new prospects.
Help me find a peaceful rest, put inner-peace within my self.
Lord, send me a brand new breath, a brand new life.
I need some of Jesus’ wine, that’s all that could get me fine.
So I’d get a pride back, a wife back ‘cos aint nuthin’s valuable no mo’
To my eyes. I’ve eventually reached the long awaited time
When I’m shoutin’ : “I wanna react !! I want a rematch !!”
My fucking around caused the stakes to get high…

In the corner of your heart, you’ll see through the shadows.
You can’t let’em tear you apart for light always glows.

Never lose your faith and strength, just follow the prophets.
You have to climb up the fence, and follow the prophets…
Acorbouth…

My soul’s kinda weary, my sight kinda blurred.
The road to my Lord kinda muddy.
Satan had me get it all in a muddle, although
I knew God would help me battle.

So I feel like sending praises and prayers
And wash my feet in holy waters.


Some situations of life can lead to lose all reference marks, especially when the spirit is no longer in accordance with the soul. From that case, we try to find our steps back in looking for inside the basics of the upbringing our parents gave us. However, the belief in God can be modified by the underlying reality that founds the present time : entourage from a different congregation, insurmountable misfortunes, denial of soul…etc…One should succeed in sorting out those problems by trying to see higher than the latters in following wisdom’s example, and hear the saving voice regarding the view we have of reason ; which is perfectible up to the scriptural characters’ level. That long way is sowed with tries in relation with the acquired knowledge and the recently-learnt one, although we thought it unhinged beforehand. The old dogmas become so and liberate the God-Individual link…


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

Nothing could ever come close to disturb,
Just designs and a mutual will to stick to.
Even though we’re separated in some manner
For the reach of our uniqueness,
Let’s keep the ties and share as we know.
One day we’ll realize ourselves the foundation.

Where should I be standing ?
I remain too young to guess it out.
It’s a two-bit bind I’m facing
For I know what’s real when it isn’t.

I tried to keep your precious presence near
And evolve to get tomorrow’s light,
Pass the door of love and assist your labor ;
Working reams of blessings for your fruits.
Though they still believe you ain’t been this amazing,
You’re yet granted to change the course of faith.

What should I be speaking ?
I remain too vast to guess it out.
It’s a two-bit bind I’m backing
For I know what’s pure when it isn’t.

Like all the trees could suddenly release carbon dioxide
That we’d inhale resultedly suffocating,
Flabbergasted at the air coming out our lungs,
Oxygening the misknown distorted normality.
When God purifies and valorizes us like that
You’ll have understood how we own the wrong side of nature.
You’ll understand how change’s manifest in its simplest form.
When God’s amazing and does little harm when it isn’t.

No need to be scared of walking the road to the gates.
Your embedded soul will go out it’s temple as it’s called.
Just live accordingly with your personal trinity :
Heart, mind and body may conduct you to the kingdom.
Don’t increase your value because the entrance is thin
And all the superficial will be left behind.

How should I be helping ?
I remain too far to guess it out.
It’s a two-bit bind I’m sharing
For I know what’s live when it isn’t.

Like all the trees could suddenly release carbon dioxide
That we’d inhale resultedly suffocating,
Flabbergasted at the air coming out our lungs,
Oxygening the misknown distorted normality.
When God purifies and valorizes us like that
You’ll have understood how we own the wrong side of nature.
You’ll understand how change’s manifest in its simplest form.
When God’s amazing and does little harm when it isn’t.


To be self-assured doesn’t mean to be in perfect accordance with what the future holds. Death is encountered as truthfully as life and shows perpetrated actions authentic. However, the continuity can be the ultimate acceptation of one’s soul and keep on Creation in being born again and forge God’s will within. All new perspectives are inclined to the reinitialization of the spiritual relational, we learn to adapt ourselves to the heavenly grandeur perceived by the conscience – and all it may teach -, and respect the others’ nature, in the same instancce as enlightening his or her way in rout. Thus are normality and likelihood of God’s expectations found, knowing the retribution enlightens his mysteries and lets the bases of the binary link of each living being translude as signs of life. For normality wants itself based upon God and his goddess…


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi

[JAH - GREEN]

When it hurts so bad,
Don’t you feel so sad ;
When it bursts so bad...

Let me close my eyes or get me sunglasses,
Sweet spirituality of all niggaz who lost them home forever.
Redefining a new place to be among the Master Plan.
It’s all the same thing, the same aim for those who ruin the thunderstorm.
I coulda win some but I’m just losing Hemlock,
Y’all hear me cry as I aint used to it
For we’ll all meet in our cemetery. Complacency is too
Fine to blast it. We feel like we need support
And when we need it the most, no one can hear you
And when U feel strong all mosquitos would try to suck ya blood on ‘n’ off.
Then suck y’all own bones, that’s all y’all got.
Skins here, souls away, even fo’ most black hearts.
I guess they mistook the color of anger
And uncomprehension with the color
Of their skin, them kings be puttin it out just like I.
I am out, not now but still, I can’t sleep at night.
From now on, I swim upstream to the sacred heights.
The race is long but I’m on my path.

What’s our aim ? Is it pain and rain ?
We blow smoke and provoke each other
As we broke the purpose of those chains.
We’re just reaching the throes of nothingness.
We ‘ve come upon the threshold of craziness.

It’s a funny disease I caught,
A diarrhea of ideas I caught.
I’m ill as hell and just cant heal myself.
Organization should be my medication,
I guess we all want what we want
In the second; if my word’s bond
Then I should take action…
Yo, yo, choose a path and run thru it,
Use the best of it. I wanna leave my bad habits
And be cleansed before the Almighty.
Yahvé une fois comme ça ou Buddha…
Blablabla...

When it hurts so bad,
Don’t you feel so sad ;
When it burts so bad...

Free talk from my mouth straight at y’all.
Y’all be wastin the battle, mistakin the struggle.
You be threatenin with the physical
But your acts leave you irresponsible.
Ain’t nothing wiser than wisdom,
Can you dig it all ? I mean not to be
The Lord Jesus teaching his disciples.
I just be sayin what I think about that.
Don’t get upset about that.
I’m not that too clever by half
But you must admit that y’all heads seek easy life.
So for this to be found you choose easy path.
Claimin your vengeance to the society,
Unable to live by the prophecy.
Get free from remorses and bid
Your mistakes byebye as ya did
Wrong for too long. Now it’s time we need
To cleanse ourselves and take heed
Of what’s decided before getting deceived.

What’s our aim ? Is it pain and rain ?
We blow smoke and provoke each other
As we broke the purpose of those chains.
We’re just reaching the throes of nothingness.
We’ve come upon the threshold of craziness.


In order to get purified and be worthy of one’s position in the kingdom of God, one musts succeed in admitting one’s mistakes and make oneself worthy of forgiveness. Here below, we think we are a servant of God but we listen to the bad’s commandments, from easiness, or from misperception. The result of it is to be invaded by confusion and be surrounded by negative vibes ; which are eradicatable by rescueing ourselves from disagreement, by means of knowledge of self regarding the real image of the Most-High-God. The important thing is found to be the concordance between what we wish for the deepest within for ourselves and the way we want to take. Thereby, one musts keep to oneself, analyze and realize the necessity of honoring one’s own truth, because it is the most vital for self before God…Thus, may we pass away death and penetrate beyond the threshold of craziness that hinders and contrasts God’s domain’s sanity, where wisdom is.


(c)2009/T. Fila Kazi - T. Fila Kazi