GNE Surat 2007 Open Mic Night - Mastana Set 1

Mastana's First Take at the Mic.

GNE Surat 2007 Open Mic Night - Sartaj Singh

Yo Boy Sartaj Singh (Taj) From Florida Enlightenin the folks with some knowledge!

GNE at Surat 2007 LIVE!

Hey Guys The Videos are Finally Up from the Open Mic Night at Surat 2007!

check em out! the links are as follows.....


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Li_51nGcDk ( Sartaj Singh)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhuOzmFoMc4 (Mastana Set1)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOwTEqwhlwE (Mastana Set2)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKy3hrLfnf8 (SaintSoulja Set 1)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4H5PrLjLyi4 (SaintSoulja Set 2)

enjoy! oh and leave feedback and comments if u wish!

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SaintSoulja

What a Lady!

aite so, im on the train as usual at 9 in the morning....on my way to work...
and late, as usual.....

just sittin there, writin some rhymes in my head, chillin, kinda sleepy....and im about a stop before my stop.....and this black lady comes up to me, leans in, and says...

"Can i Shake your hand?"..... So im kinda confused at this point but i lend her my hand

we hold a firm handshake for a little bit. (a big confused smile on my face).....

at this point i have no idea whats goin on, or what to say, and then she says again...

" I just wanted to shake your hand".....and so i finally said... "why is that?" (with a big smile on my face)

and she goes, " i know all these people prolly think when you step in the train, that he gonna blow this shit up or somethin, but i know.....this world is sad.....its just how it is, so i just wanted to shake your hand"

so i said to her, " well thank you, appreciate it."

at this point it was both our stops and we were gettin out....she went left, i went right......

and that was it. But the lady lightened up my day alot more. she kinda reminded me of my middle school teacher, Mrs. Wilson, ahh i loved Mrs. Wilson.....

wish i had more time to talk to this lady though.....that was very sweet of her.

thank you Lady in the brown!

-SS

Damn and this is my Homeland?

Yo man after a month long tour of my homeland, my nation, my dirt, I realize that this is definately not my country. Definately not a place in which my people, my koum can breathe the breath of freedom and continue thier existence with dignity.

Everywhere you look not only is the stench and clutter of trash so evident but rather more painful is the stench of humanity, the foul fragrance emitted by the residents' approach to life and the filthy lifestyle persued. And damn these are "my people"?

Lies, deciet, betrayal, lewdness, despair, seems like a bad hindi movie plot. But on the contrary these words were realized by yours truly Da GodFather. Damn this place needs a baptism, urgently.

Man on the opposite of Chardhi Kala, I heard and saw Thendi Kala (downwards spirits).
"Man this is how it is here," "This is how it goes". This is all I heard when I screamed in response to the conditions I saw. Nigga, jigga, playa, kid, son, whatever u callin urself... It is this way cuz u let it be this way.

Conditions dont arise from nowhere, but are allowed to surface. And I will be damned if I am one of those that "allow" these conditions to continue and wither away at my land.

But a sense of hope... the youth although engrossed in drugs, because of the systemic eradication techniques of the indian nation and the joblessness that permeates throughout, still have a yearning for something better. Still have that respect for the great general of the panth, the one that awoke the koum, the heartbeat for the youths, Baba Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindrawale.

What do we do? Where do we go. Questions posed by many, but GNE shall step in. Provide true unadultarated lyrics and song. Endeavor to spark the spirit of revolution and empower our land, our home, our people. And this is a minor synopsis of the situation at hand.

Badshah Ya Baghi

King or Revolutionary --- I dont see slave written anywhere? do u kid?

Da GodFather

Apathy

a piece I wrote a lil while ago...

Apathy

every day a new baby dies
every day a mother cries
every day bombs shell away
every day governments betray

every day people live with hope and pray
every day military delivers white bouquets
every day new promises are made
every day street folk begging for aid

every day slept in comfortable beds
every day victimized souls slept in sheds
every day driving hip cars
every day innocent persons behind bars

every day salute the flag's stars
every day on the flag a new scar
every day we spend sitting around
every day innocent civilians shot down

every day people are dying
every day there is a new crime
every day tragedy's got a new name
every day people dying in its game

every day, every day, every fucking day
i can't fall asleep, cuz my soul feels prey
no i aint paranoid, nor am i turnin gray
becomming inactive and apathetic
is of what im afraid

im afraid cuz people with apathy
are this planet's biggest disease
while people are murdered, they sit like trees
atleast a tree is there giving life
they just sit still, watching people go through strife
don't know what kinda cold heart they got within
but givin birth to them is a mother's biggest sin

i don't understand how these people sit and watch
go to bed thinkin nothing of what they saw
i wanna hurl at thought of injustice they help commit
by being apathetic and silence's little bitch
God gave you a brain and a mouth with an intent
quit sitting there quietly with yo ass bent
get up and use your intellect, its a God-given present
don't waste it like you do every other cent

can't believe you can sit there watching crimes
gettin pleasure watching babies murdered and mothers crying
fuckin jackin off to sistas gettin raped and dying
if it was up to me, for all your apathetic crimes
i would shoot yo ass point blank,
to God's court send you flying

yeah people with apathy
are this planet's biggest disease
cuz every day innocent people are killed
and government acts of genocide fulfilled
while people sit there on their asses thrilled
to them it has become entertaining tv drama
tell me how much would you enjoy,
if gettin raped was yo momma
now i know you ready to pull out yo shotty
why the fuck am i dissin yo mommy
but before you do that,
tell my why you murdering God's beauty
by not speaking against injustice
and homicidin with apathy

-Sevak Singh

Surat 2007

Wassup everyone.

First Of all just wanna take this chance to thank everyone thats supporting the GNE movement and cause, and helpin us by joinin the group, engaging in discussion, providing feedback and just spreading the message. Much Love to all you guys and girls. thanks.

Ok so, this weekend other than celebrating the eagles loss and my housemates' 21st birthday....Me and SuratYaar took a little trip to the SUrat SIkh Conference in NY on Sunday NIght.
We basically rolled to the Open Mic Night, so we can spread some GNE talent to our fellow brothers and sisters.

SO, we got there...and all i have to say is WOWWW....the talent there, present in that room that night, was Outstanding....AMAZING talent! Heard from a Sista by the name of Lakhpreet Kaur, and she just Blew away the audience.....Also had buncha comedians, Amar Bhalla and His Wife Delhi(i think thas how u spell it). Narinder Singh, and a few more singhs.

All in All, it was a great night/early morning.....everything from the talent to the inspiration to the snacks to the laughs to the jokes to the insomnia....ahhaha....everything was A-1 quality....

again, much love to everyone that was at the conference...and a special thanks to the organizers for givin us the opportunity...

ONeLOve

SaintSOulja