tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31993179716328858312024-02-22T13:37:34.296-06:00G.N.E. TalksThe Revolution will not be Televised....
The Revolution will be live!
Welcome to G.N.E., "It Aint just a group, It's a Lifestyle..."G.N.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387161603406537687noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-69386609848579934372008-09-06T08:37:00.003-06:002008-09-06T09:10:39.018-06:00She was thereThis is dedicated to all the strong women out there..and to those that might just had enough of it..<br /><br />She was on her way to college<br />Graduated high school tall and proud<br />One of those that the others had doubts about<br />Beautiful and proud she carried her self with pride<br />While her so called friends watched in spite<br />Jealous that she still maintains her identity<br />Cultured to the core her smile was reason to live for so many.<br /><br />My friend - who called me 3 in the morning<br />Crying she wouldn’t tell me what it was<br />But needed to talk, came over..<br />I saw her hands bruised<br />Her soul still intact but body in much pain<br />She wouldn’t say much but that she had left home<br />The tears in her eyes told me something else<br />She then said her mother beat her and father did too<br />And they had some dude watch it all that and encourage it too<br />She had enough and ran away never wanting to go back<br />No money in her pocket, a tshirt and hoodie on her back<br />She said she was set never to go back<br /><br />They say you don’t know what you got till it’s gone<br />But sometimes you don’t know what life could be<br />Till you step up and move the fuck on<br /><br />We talked about life and shit, all night along<br />Hoping to comfort her but not much helped<br />Her eyes were talking she did not say much<br />I finally fell asleep while she was still watching tv<br />Woke up to find out, she was gone<br />Left me a note sunmit I cannot be a burden on you no more<br />I am not sure where I am off too<br />but I am sorry I am gone<br />I dint think it was true so I looked around<br />the house and outside too and she was fo real not there no more she just was gone…<br /><br />I prayed and hoped she would be okay where ever she would be…Its been a few years now since she disappeared, her friends and family cried for a bit and then no one cared…!<br /><br />Its been 10 years now and <br />I bumped into her yesterday<br />It was hard to tell it was still her today<br />I thought I would find her in rags and a bunch of kids <br />Instead she was still walking tall with her chin high<br />Working at the local deli she made her money<br />And lived with a roommate who was a druggie<br />She tried giving me the 20 bucks I gave her years ago<br />Put me to tears the look in her eyes<br />Beaten by her parents, rejected by her friends and family<br />She ran away with nothing on her back and 20 bucks in her hand<br />Today she sits in front on me with a smile on her face<br />1 in a million like her make it in this cold blooded place<br />The rest end up at the homeless shelters or prostitution centers<br />Abused by their relationships, Aids infected, cocaine addicted, <br />beaten to the core to the point where the soul speaks no more<br /><br />and this end’s without any rhymes or sophisticated poetic ending’s cuz this is the story of the average girl who gets used and abused and left at home, unable to pick her self up she is in a state of mind I am unable to define. Millions of women around the world are a victim to abuse from their own families and the rest abused in their relationships weather its marriage or some other shit. But to all you women be careful who you open your hearts and souls to make sure he wont hurt you and if he hurts you twice it serves you right cuz even tough love believes in second changes being abused in a relationship time after time is not a chance you take! This might sound so extreme and all but if a man lay’s a hand on you again and again take a nine and shoot him in the head and before he closes his eyes tell him sunmit said fuck you too I am glad you dead.G.N.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387161603406537687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-68136328325061691302008-09-06T08:31:00.001-06:002008-09-06T08:33:21.540-06:00EverydayI write, we write<br />Our feelings on paper<br /><br />Sing our hearts out in the shower<br />Spending time alone never felt better<br /><br />Criticize the world and its needs<br />Failed to look inside of us and our deeds<br /><br />Freedom to think we give up<br />And keep an open ear to “trend”<br />Forget the old and make new friends<br /><br />Love we buy on Valentines Day<br />Relationships we loose like <br />Pennies from an ash tray<br /><br />Criticize me all you want<br />I am not having a bad day<br /><br />I am like a thought that <br />just stays in your head<br /><br />never leave the base,<br />I just stay in your place<br /><br />when you try to kick me out, your head hurts<br />and if I leave you might need some Aleve<br /><br />so keep me in your thoughts<br />for tomorrow I might not live<br /><br />and when I am gone the only thing<br />I will leave behind was the idea that<br />never look back and stay strong!<br /><br />- Mastana -G.N.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387161603406537687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-54256022004328269352008-07-29T00:31:00.001-06:002008-07-29T00:41:50.858-06:00Oppression<div style="text-align: center;">dont say we didn't tell you so<br />here is the message, here it goes<br /><br />this is not a manifest destiny<br />this is your date with fate<br />where for every evil action<br />there is a heavy slate<br />you tried to take us to our deaths<br />we still here fightin with every breath<br />an apology is far too late<br />you can't change what is to be your fate<br />you came and attacked us at our heart<br />be ready for yours to be ripped apart<br /><br />you're nothing new to us<br />just a fancy new fool<br />with a fancy new sword<br />better count up your fortunes<br />for every death there is a toll<br />you took us to our death<br />we'll take you to yours<br />make you pay for the toll<br />offering change is of help no more<br /><br />the spirit of a warrior<br />you can never kill<br />we are born to the highest king<br />and to the gods we die<br />our spirit you can never kill<br />its colored with the divine dye<br />we are the masters of our own destiny<br />no oppresor before you got away clean<br />don't think you'll be different or unique<br />your life will end the same as theirs<br />destroyed and lost into the winds of history<br /><br />- Sevak -<br /></div>Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-84850247345974210632008-07-23T16:08:00.001-06:002008-07-23T16:29:55.748-06:00July 23rd at 2am<div style="text-align: center;">sometimes, its these moments in my eyes<br />gazing up towards the empty sky<br />wondering if you're there or if you're shy?<br />i know you're there, come out and say hi<br /><br />your love is like a butterfly<br />it stings like a bee<br />seeing you walk away<br />hurts more than I can bleed<br /><br />i look and see there you are<br />staring back at me<br />through a window, through a tree<br />through a mirror, through a breeze<br />wherever you are<br />i can feel you breathe<br />breathing, sitting, living next to me<br /><br />a part of me wishes to flee<br />a part wants you miserably<br />take your pick, for you its free<br />next to you, im supposed to be<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">- Sevak -<br /></div>Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-65148981119911311452008-06-22T08:46:00.002-06:002008-06-22T08:46:48.707-06:00A Warning for Sikhs: The Dera Chief issue continues to Escalate<div class="note_content clearfix"> <div><a href="http://www.panthic.org/news/126/ARTICLE/4184/2008-06-20.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span>http://www.panthic.org/new</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>s/126/ARTICLE/4184/2008-06</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>-20.html</a><br /><br />The Indian Government has failed so far to act upon arresting Dera Chief Ram Rahim for his actions against Sikhs and humanity. Putting aside what he has done against the Sikh community, the Dera Chief is known to be involved in many rape and murder cases, but the Government has yet to arrest him. Instead, when you read the Indian Nationalist publications such as the one below, you will find them using terms to demonize the Sikhs while not stating one piece of falsity by the Dera Chief or the inactions of the Government. Whereas the Dera Chief should be arrested, the Times of India suggests the riots in Mumbai could have been prevented if the Dera Chief had been given more police protection. If this does not illustrate the joint bias against the Sikhs by both the Government of India and its media, I have no clue what will. If the Dera Chief is not arrested and justice delivered, such incidents are bound to occur again and again. The Government itself is planting the seeds for a massive conflict in the coming future.<br /><br /><a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India/Sikh_mobs_run_riot_in_Mumbai_/articleshow/3152760.cms" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span>http://timesofindia.indiat</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>imes.com/India/Sikh_mobs_r</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>un_riot_in_Mumbai_/article</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>show/3152760.cms</a> </div></div>Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-42646418629491665962008-05-28T01:49:00.003-06:002008-09-08T22:30:04.687-06:00Another Random Quote<span>this one was really random because one, it came out of nowhere, two it was in third person ( i almost always write in first person), and third it was in hindi...? i havent spoken that in years....here it is:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span>agar humse bhool hoi, to hume bhool jaana</span><br /><span>agar kisi hor se bhool hoi, to une bhi bhool jaana</span><br /><span>agar apne aap se bhool hoi, apne aap ko mat bhoolna</span><br /><span>aise karna, maanlo khuda se judaa ho jaana</span><br /><span></span><br /><span>- Sevak -</span><br /><span></span></div>Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-11211221489991829072008-03-31T10:07:00.002-06:002008-03-31T10:11:45.114-06:00ResponseHmmmmm...<br /><br />This just reminded me. I saw the movie "Kite Runner" the other day. Which by the way, is an AMAZING movie. I recommend everyone watch it. And the character in that movie said something along the same lines. I believe he said.<br /><br />" The greatest sin in life is stealing. When you murder, you steal someone's right to life. When you lie, you steal someone's right to know the truth. When you betray, you steal the person's right to trust..."<br /><br /><br />Something along those lines.SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-1371607781204714082008-03-25T20:48:00.002-06:002008-03-25T20:52:29.776-06:00The Greatest Sin in LifeI had this thought randomly a couple of days ago and i have no clue why, but somehow my brain asked itself the question: What is the greatest sin in life living amongst people of this world? And then I realized the following.<br /><br />The greatest sin in life, is not murdering, raping, or some other physically obscene crime. The greatest sin in life is withholding wisdom attained by a person, because unlike a physical crime where whatever you do only hurts relatively one or few persons, when you withhold wisdom you harm everyone in the process because you withheld something that could have helped everyone.<br /><br />Because you chose to withold something that could have solved many problems of the world, and by witholding this wisdom you continued to allow those problems to exist. Therefore, the greatest sin a person could do in their life is not share the wisdom they attained in their lifetime.<br /><br />- Sevak -Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-36042319282385549382008-03-21T16:35:00.005-06:002008-03-21T16:42:51.693-06:00The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly<p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u>The Good, The Bad<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The purpose, I believe, in the religion of Guru Nanak Sahib is not of morality, but of the cosmic appreciation of the one Being.<span style=""> </span>Doing good in one’s life, knowing the difference between good and bad, or bringing the qualities of Vaheguru into a person's life is not the purpose of the Sikh, it is but a mere consequence of a life lived in the cosmic appreciation of the one Being.<span style=""> </span>Those personalities who teach and preach to others to be “good people” are I believe the ones who have misunderstood and continually belittle the meaning of Sikhi.<br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have for the longest time held the belief that morality is not the purpose of Sikhi, for I believe morality has been taught much before Guru Nanak Sahib came into this world, and can be learned by any individual attending any University by partaking the courses of Sociology and Ethics.<span style=""> </span>If we were to say the purpose of Sikhi or religiousness is to be good people, then I believe the purpose of religiosity and Sikhi for those who think that may have come to an end, for you may gain this knowledge anywhere on the internet or a university.<br /><br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No, I believe what Guru Nanak Sahib expounded on over and over again was the feeling of cosmic appreciation.<span style=""> </span>The humility in the being which has come to appreciate the harmony in which the Universe works, and the longing of that being to expand the personal self and experience life connected as the Universal self.<span style=""> </span>This feeling is appreciated by and evidenced through one such writing of an inspired-soul, Professor Puran Singh, who in his book The Creation and Purpose of the Khalsa states, “The religion of Guru Nanak is one thing needful to the soul of the individual, as well as the souls of groups of individuals.<span style=""> </span>Nature is God.<span style=""> </span>It is personal and alive with feeling.<span style=""> </span>It is a reservoir of inexhaustible life, inspiration and love.<span style=""> </span>Acceptance, amazement, and the spirituality of things are Guru Nanaks exact words.<span style=""> </span>Religion is function of life, as it is driven to function.”<span style=""> </span>If one reads The Spirit Born People, more of this cosmic appreciation is expounded on by this great inspired soul.<br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is furthermore evidenced by writings by Guru Sahib himself when he states “ham nahi change bura nahi koe” Shabad Panna 2784, “jo tho prem khelan ka chao, sir dhar tali gali meri aao, eith maarag pair dhareejai, sir deejay kaan na keejai” Shabad Panna 1412, and “sach kahon sun leh sabhai, jin prem kio tin hi prabh paayeo” by Guru Gobind Singh Ji in Savaiye 9<sup>th</sup> pauri.<span style=""> </span>In all of these Shabads Guru Sahib continually speaks of one message, which is the appreciation of the one Being.<span style=""> </span>This appreciation is through living a life of Love, and this Love is discovered in a life of Truthful living; the second word in Guru-Granth Sahib Ji, “Sat-Naam.”.<span style=""> </span>This Love then is expressed in innumerous ways such as service, moral living, sharing, etc.<span style=""> </span>This is why morality is not the purpose.<span style=""> </span>There is no purpose.<span style=""> </span>There is just the feeling of cosmic appreciation, Love.<span style=""> </span>True Love has no purpose other than to Love.<br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u>And The Ugly<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u><o:p><span style="text-decoration: none;"> </span></o:p></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Ugly is the state of the actions of our personal and communal lives, and I will not say Panthic because the Guru is Panth and the Panth is forever blossoming.<span style=""> </span>To cut this short, and without ranting on for another ten pages, I will briefly say that because we have forgotten the message of cosmic appreciation, living a life of true love, it is why our community and our personal lives are in the state they are in.<span style=""> </span>It is why we have become a group of judgmental imbeciles who cast eyes of opinions, rather than love, upon each other in the community and other human beings.<span style=""> </span>And, as long as we continue this tradition of separation based on our foolish idea of our genius wisdom, proclaimed by our tradition of sourcing evidence on meaningless names and figures of history, and whilst forgetting the cosmically inspirational Shabad of our Guru, not living a life of Love, as a community and as individuals we shall perish into the dust of time and history having accomplished nothing but egoism and self-indulgence.<br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">May Vaheguru have compassion on us for we possess the incredible ability to cremate beauty in our daily lives.<br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lastly, stay in chardi-kala! =)<br /><br />- Sevak -<br /></p>Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-5600478257643448082008-03-09T19:23:00.002-06:002008-03-09T19:51:42.711-06:00A friend of MineI wanna tell you about a young friend of mine<br />Grew up together since we were like 8 or Nine<br />Same school, same class, same place, same time<br />but we had different ways of stayin in line<br /><br />he had a passion for hangin out with them girls<br />pretty boy had girls in different parts of the world<br />good kid at heart, he got caught up in the hype<br />used to get with girls that weren't even his type.<br /><br />everybody loved him, we should chill and hang out together<br />good clothes, good shoes, the good life. whatever<br />but then we got to college and things changed forever<br />he did his thing well, and i cant say things changed for the better<br /><br />two years back i got a call so sick.<br />sometimes i just wish i had never picked<br />he coughed real hard and said to come over quick<br />i tried to ask questions but he was quick to click<br /><br />i got to his place.<br />from the stairs the despair was heard<br />he sat cold and alone in his bed, didn't say a word.<br />the ice and jewels were now covered in red.<br />i wonder what else he would have to endure.<br /><br />He was Posi-tive.<br />Infected with what we joked about and called it, "HiV"<br />The doctors said he didn't have much longer to live<br />Unless he bought the meds and stopped bein Ac-tive<br /><br />He's got a virus that was spreadin so quickly<br />day by day hes gettin more and more sickly<br />he cried to the doctor like "OH please try to fix me!<br />i was clueless and feelin kinda tipsy!<br />and i cant even TRY to take a sick leave!<br />cause if i dont work then they gonna evict me!"<br /><br />pause.<br /><br />My friend. My buddy. He lays on his death bed tonight.<br />got nothin left in him, but he's still fightin the fight.<br />frightened by fright, such a frightening fight.<br />his deeds were wrong but they made him feel so right.<br />he wont last too long, i doubt that he might<br /><br />i pray to God, but his answers are known.<br />i try not to mourn, cause my friend's finally returnin home<br /><br />i would tell you his name, but you already know him too<br />he's your best friend, he does what you do.<br />the syllables in his name, three minus two.<br />Y.<br />O.<br />U.<br />My friend is YOU.<br /><br />- SaintSouljaSaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-1793220320253106502008-03-09T19:03:00.008-06:002008-03-09T19:22:55.024-06:00King of Queens<span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pIkC76VlMoOXa_SYjWq7ixO9sfcRYN5lywtMxRYMLg4Sar9ZpnD6diN8IoT7khNlANec-_NCskbKTPrcfYlRoWNBQ2N02lVKudSPmrgY1hMI5tUFyZmLO_aBLVwLtSgdj7vrhLojPFU/s1600-h/family.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pIkC76VlMoOXa_SYjWq7ixO9sfcRYN5lywtMxRYMLg4Sar9ZpnD6diN8IoT7khNlANec-_NCskbKTPrcfYlRoWNBQ2N02lVKudSPmrgY1hMI5tUFyZmLO_aBLVwLtSgdj7vrhLojPFU/s200/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175916304642581874" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The reputation of a queen is about to collapse<br />reduced to the size of the glutinous max<br />blast from the past, now it's all about the ....<br />chivalry is dead, rest in peace at last.<br /><br />but wait, (laugh) no pun intended<br />let me convey what really gets me offended<br />no more respect for women all that has ended<br />callin her names like B... awh that's splendid!<br /><br />need to realize that we all our descendants<br />of a gender on who the world is depended<br />the idea is rare, not everyone can apprehend it<br />yeah we want that ... but we can't defend it<br /><br />now what more can i say, i got nothin in store.<br />we abandon these creatures and call em whores<br />take advantage of their innocence insteada adore<br />the beauty of these angels standin at our door<br /><br />[Hook] x 2<br /><br />There's a time when, life gets rough<br />Mama. You gotta stay tough.<br />I promise. To take away the pain.<br />Make it sunshine after all this rain.<br /><br /><br />Nine months in her womb, I coulda been a tomb,<br />Instead momma gave me her breaths and all her food<br />I made it out alive, only to witness with my own eyes<br />the way men act, just so they can stand with pride.<br /><br />realize that we get our legs from momma,<br />Cold world got heated up, just like a sauna.<br />One glance at momma's eyes showed me a world of hope.<br />So I put down the gun and loosened up the rope.<br /><br />Showed me. The sanctity of a lady.<br />Forgave me in the hot city and took me a shady<br />place.where I could see everything so clear.<br />Took me to her chest, she knew that grown men don't tear.<br /><br />I knew that day, she gave me more than smile and love<br />Felt I she was an angel sent from above.<br />Know that God gave em strength, just smaller frames to carry<br />so throw your ego, not our women down to the ground.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">[Hook] x 2<br /><br />There's a time when, life gets rough<br />Mama. You gotta stay tough.<br />I promise. To take away the pain.<br />Make it sunshine after all this rain.<br /><br /><br />They say there's a woman behind every man<br />but how come she can't stand next to the man?<br />plan of the man, well i don't understand<br />i aint no feminist but i do what i can<br /><br />ode to my mother, love her forever<br />scraps off the streets raised me and my brother<br />to hell with a father didn't need it in my life<br />beat his wife, so i don't want em in my life<br /><br />the same woman that once gave up her night asleep<br />to make you slept tight, held you tight when you weeped<br />held your hand through the streets, stayed by your side<br />and she never left sigh, when the struggle got steep<br /><br />cause women face a lot, but we don't hear about it<br />female fetacide and homocide im countin<br />domestic violence or careers that get doubted<br />yeah we all hear about it, now lets be about it.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">[Hook] x 2<br /><br />There's a time when, life gets rough<br />Mama. You gotta stay tough.<br />I promise. To take away the pain.<br />Make it sunshine after all this rain.<br /><br /><br />-SaintSoulja (G.N.E.)</span><br /></span>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-45117426636883949052008-03-08T00:06:00.001-06:002008-03-08T00:06:21.486-06:00Symphony<div style="text-align: center;"><span>I want you, just you</span><br /><span>Why can't it just be</span><br /><span>Me and you in symphony</span><br /><span>Orchestrating a life</span><br /><span>Thats in beat</span><br /><span>My love is the bee</span><br /><span>Your love is the flower</span><br /><span>I feed from you</span><br /><span>You live through me</span><br /><span>Me and you in symphony</span><br /><span>Why can't it just be</span><br /><span>Your love being the sun</span><br /><span>My love being the tree</span><br /><span>You feed me your beauty</span><br /><span>I make the earth green</span><br /><span>Why can't it just be </span><br /><span>Me and you in symphony</span><br /><span>Your love is the conductor</span><br /><span>My love is the melody</span><br /><span>This symphony could never be complete</span><br /><span>Without me and you in harmony<br /><br />- Sevak -<br /></span></div>Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-52639024358252780682008-03-03T00:26:00.002-06:002008-03-03T00:43:16.589-06:00I'm Back! (calm down)Waddup fam!<br /><br />I know I know, I haven't posted anything in a while. I been REALLY busy with A LOT of stuff. Haven't had any time at all lately. But im in the middle of an all-nighter taking a break, so I thought I'd update yall on what I have been up to lately.<br /><br />Alright so....<br /><br />-Just got back from VCU, RootsGear was at Apna Virsa Apna Punjab Bhangra competition, it was baller. Had a really good time out there. Congratulations to all the teams that won, shout out to my peeps at Drexel Bhangra, you guys get better every time i see you.<br /><br />- Update on the Kray Twinz Spit Your Best Contest, MUCH MUCH love to everyone that showed me their support and love on the facebook video. thank you all SOOO much, it really means a lot to me. The contest and the entire video diary thing has now been moved to www.desihits.com. So go check it out. http://desihits.com/blog/article/who-is-mr-rap-singer<br /><br />- We are practically finished with a track called "King of Queens" featuring myself, Ajay Gogna (acoustic guitar), "Vik" (Bass guitar and Trumpet), and the talented Ram (vocals and tabla). The track is going to be all live instruments. We should be recording that very soon so look out for that too.<br /><br />- Some of the collabs that are coming up very soon are: Young Fateh, Mandeep Sethi, the famous P. Oberoi from Soultap Records, and our good friend from Australia L-Fresh.<br /><br />- Coming out in April is a Music Video for the track called "turBAN". An inside look into the french turban ban issue taken on by G.N.E. Shout out to Gursean Singh and Sartaj Singh for that.<br />- Also coming out in April will be an exclusive video and interview with SaintSoulja and the Godfather on www.khalsakids.org. Look out for that in april.<br /><br />- ALSO, RootsGear will be coming out with BRAND NEW designs in April for Vaisakhi, and TRUST ME when i say this, YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS OUT!<br />www.rootsgear.com<br /><br />Alright, I think i've told you way too much, but i don't mind, i trust you all as family.<br /><br />Much love and respect. Good luck to everyone at drexel on their finals! goodluck to all you regular school heads on your midterms!<br /><br />Peace<br /><br />1Love<br /><br />SaintSouljaSaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-11474804191488708312008-02-20T00:00:00.004-06:002008-02-20T00:14:00.462-06:00UnInvited by SaintSoulja (G.N.E.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R7vFCmPk1uI/AAAAAAAAABg/o_mRi4yGsyA/s1600-h/256_LostBoys2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R7vFCmPk1uI/AAAAAAAAABg/o_mRi4yGsyA/s200/256_LostBoys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168941645754062562" border="0" /></a><br />[Verse One]<br /><br />They stormed the village where we used to live,<br />shot my pops, so we had to split<br />runnin' barefoot we began to sprint<br />ran for the hills, as ran through the sand<br /><br />before we knew it, we'd reach a place<br />refugee camp with an orphanage.<br />lost boys, we grew up as kids<br />no parents around none of that proper shiiiii<br /><br />but we still made fam. that was close to us<br />brothers I made that I knew i could trust.<br />had a white lady that would come for us<br />kept our future closed in her purse.<br /><br />they had a gimmick that was made for us,<br />before it got too danger-ous.<br />every few months she'd come and stare at us,<br />to find a few she would make into ameri-cuns.<br /><br /><br />[Verse two]<br /><br />Got a plane ticket, got a place to live<br />shared the crib with a buncha new friends<br />got new clothes, and i got with the trend<br />i waited my whole life for the shi* to end<br /><br />four months in, things began to change<br />people don't even seem to act the same<br />actin strange to the shade of my skin<br />i can't even afford to pay the rent.<br /><br />The shi* im in, ain't what it seemed to be<br />the free world no longer seems to be free<br />got a job workin at the factory<br />i wonder exactly what he got planned for me.<br /><br />Pressure back home, they all mad at me<br />what you call a lot, ain't a lot to me<br />so i work like a slave to leave the slums<br />why am i back to where i came from?<br /><br />- SaintSoulja<br /><br />p.s. this is a new piece im working on, produced by Kulwinder Thandi (Kuee) from Block Suppliers Prod. This is another double-time track, but its much deeper this time around. Wait for it to be recorded i guess.<br /><br />PeaceSaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-77543454880557639572008-02-15T10:20:00.003-06:002008-02-15T10:26:03.512-06:00Enlighten your Community!I love coming across things like this, they really are a proof that someone out there does care, and that someone out there is doing something to help us out. I think SALDEF has done an incredible job with this video, and keep doing things that are vital to our Diaspora Nation.<br />Check out this video produced by SALDEF, (i think i know almost everyone in the video) and spread the word about it. Get it to your local police station, get it to your local security agency, or any other law enforcement agency.<br /><br />Peace be with you.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TklkMxh5_9o&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TklkMxh5_9o&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-84180505835858089512008-02-14T01:17:00.003-06:002008-02-14T01:21:09.556-06:00True Love by SaintSoulja (G.N.E.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R7PrSWPk1tI/AAAAAAAAABY/mTeGrufEMjY/s1600-h/Master+painters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R7PrSWPk1tI/AAAAAAAAABY/mTeGrufEMjY/s200/Master+painters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166731897965172434" border="0" /></a><br />Yo wassup people. Here's a piece I JUST wrote, so it's still rough. But, COINCIDENTALLY it was written on Valentine's Day. (oh boohoo)<br />I actually been trying to write this piece for like a week or so now, and it just wasn't coming out of my system. I wanna give a shoutout to my little brother Gursimar Singh aka MC G-Singh for working with me on this one. I hope you post up your piece very soon bro. Check that out when it's up too. Mad props!<br />Anywho, with no further a due. Here's True Love by SaintSoulja<br /><br />True Love By SaintSoulja (G.N.E.)<br /><br />[Verse One] SaintSoulja<br /><br />As i sit here, I reminise on a thought<br />stare at the scars from the last battle that i fought<br />caught in between two very different worlds<br />then I think abt the past and what i did to that girl<br /><br />She a pretty chick<br />pretty hips with them pretty lips<br />she got a style that i seem to kinda dig<br />plus her daddy's pocket's are kinda big<br />i wonder if she ever gonna give game to this kid<br /><br />i lust for her touch. she must be mine.<br />rush through the trust. she got that smile<br />i got that time. when a girl's THAT fine<br />ill wine and dine. till i hit it from behind<br /><br />But i chose to propose. I do it for the folks<br />Got her a ring, complimented with a rose<br />I hope she accepts. I hope her daddy like me.<br />Cant wait to make this broad my wifey (MUAHAHAH) Evil Laugh<br /><br />[Hook] x 2<br /><br />As the end is near, I find where it began<br />The lust for a woman, her love for a man<br />Soulmates. That only God can defend<br />True love has no happy endings. Cause it never ends.<br /><br />[Verse two] SaintSoulja<br /><br />I spend my nights/ alone in my bed<br />Still cant forget, all the things that she said<br />thoughts run wild, im cold in my head<br />somethin's wrong with the girl that i wed<br /><br />All the chasin, im startin to dread<br />wipin away fantasies of the lady in red<br />damn! im fed up this shit!<br />sometimes i just wish she was dead<br /><br />No i dont. I cant. She's still my wife<br />even though she got another man in her life<br />she dont lie. It's not like she cheated<br />she loved him way before I "one knee'd it"<br /><br />but i dont need it. its not like i love her<br />shes got a soulmate, her secret lover<br />it was whatever, till i heard that day.<br />her knight came to town, and ran my woman away<br /><br />[Hook] x 2<br /><br />As the end is near, I find where it began<br />The lust for a woman, her love for a man<br />Soulmates. That only God can defend<br />True love has no happy endings. Cause it never ends.<br /><br /><br />[Verse Three] SaintSoulja<br /><br />I couldnt find the heard/ to go to the wedding<br />But i heard about the vicious setting<br />a devilish act, disturbin the peace<br />uncle poisoned the food, and fed it to his niece<br /><br />Cease. The moment. when it seems abstract<br />The match made in heaven, finally met its match<br />true love lives forever, but the bodies dettach<br />they died together, and the scene fades to black<br /><br />I come back/ to where i sit at the moment<br />alone in the death bed, with no one go with<br />no reason for me to be actin all heroic<br />if life's a game, then i guess I'll forefit<br /><br />Regret on my mind, as i close my eyes<br />envy in my heart, as i see the light<br />but it feels right. its where i belong<br />i die alone right after this song...<br /><br />[Hook] x 2<br /><br />As the end is near, I find where it began<br />The lust for a woman, her love for a man<br />Soulmates. That only God can defend<br />True love has no happy endings. Cause it never ends.<br /><br /><br />1LoveSaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-55573271399110272572008-02-11T23:06:00.000-06:002008-02-11T23:11:04.892-06:00Untitled 02/11/08there is no I in team, but theres an I in Sikh<br />its sick. sick, what we'll do for an ego trip<br />go to sikh camps and act like some pimpin shit<br />preach this preach that, but act like a whimp<br />is all good cuz i fed my ego on some bullshit<br />on sunday told my homies i was a gursikh<br />on monday drank some whisky n let my soul slip<br />its funny ain't it<br />these acts, the masks, the whole fuckin play<br />its like shakespeare, except we diggin our own graves<br />if there were enough grammys for this sikh stage<br />every turban headed guy would be a john wayne<br />so go ahead, put on a turban, join the masquerade<br />come and play this game of fake love and charades,<br />sing 'em shabads, put on a hypocritical display<br />the masters of our own disaster, our soul is an ashtray<br /><br />- Sevak -Sevakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600837293454266052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-43609422715123714602008-02-11T17:55:00.001-06:002008-02-11T18:17:36.877-06:00True Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R7DlNmPk1sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/w7_nKKAxrcI/s1600-h/Master+painters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R7DlNmPk1sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/w7_nKKAxrcI/s200/Master+painters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165880794360895170" border="0" /></a><br />True Love by SaintSoulja<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">[Verse One]</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">As I stand in this field, I find myself alone<br />Sweat drippin down my dome, tight grippin on my chrome<br />Lost at my cause, and im startin to miss home<br />How do people survive the aftermath of a warzone?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Roam the streets, of this. third world<br />Find things that remind me of baby girl.<br />4 months old, couldn’t be at the birth.<br />Sent me a picture with a letter, for what it’s worth. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I watch the rebels and mates pass away every day<br />Innocent people get caught by bullets that are a stray<br />What a way to live, I hope God can forgive<br />My sins, or give me death, cause “you get what you give”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">When the end is near, I think about the creation<br />Realizations. As I’m fightin for this nation<br />What seemed like love at first, is now infatuation<br />I hope for changes in the next generation. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">[Hook] x 2</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">True Love. Will always last forever.<br />Strong Enough. To keep us together<br />I gave my heart, my soul and mind to you<br />If I had to, I would die for you. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">[Verse Two] </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">They say if you don’t stand for nothin, then you’ll fall for anything<br />My people aint got legs, they fall for everything<br />Infestations from the west, the drugs and the bling.<br />Keep my ears open as I wait for freedom to ring</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">They call us dogs, cause we kill with no cover<br />My soldiers are purple hearted, they fight with valor<br />This is the army, of a higher power<br />Revolution. Makes lions outta cowards</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Im a rebel to this world, and I fight with a cause<br />And if I lose my swords, then immo fight with my paws<br />And if I lose my hands, then immo fight with my jaw<br />Fight with the law, as long as I fight whats wrong.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">As the end is near, I think about the creation<br />Realizations, as im fightin for this nation<br />What was infatuation, now turned into love<br />I hope the next generation, knows the price of my blood</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">[Hook] x2<o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">True Love. Will always last forever.<br />Strong Enough. To keep us together<br />I gave my heart, my soul and mind to you<br />If I had to, I would die for you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">[Verse Three]<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The night turned black, as we stuck in this combat<br />Rebel forces infiltrate us through the wall cracks<br />There’s no turning back, so we all shootin back<br />Reload the m-16 and wach it go TAT TAT!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">They stormed our village in the middle of the night<br />I pulled out my steel, and put up a fight<br />The last stand of a man, the same as a lover<br />Hopin my baby’s safe along with her mother</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The smoke filled the room, had no clue what to do<br />Lost sight and hearin, but I could still envision you<br />Bullets sprayed, who cares who they engraved<br />I take my last breath, and say my last prayer<o:p> </o:p><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">As we came to the end, we thought about the creation<br />Realizations, as we fight for this nation<br />What we call infatuation, turned to be love<br />I hope everyone understands the price of his blood</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">[Hook] x 2</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">True Love. Will always last forever.<br />Strong Enough. To keep us together<br />I gave my heart, my soul and mind to you<br />If I had to, I would die for you.</p><br /><br /><br /><br />PostScript: Don't even try to steal any of my shit man!<br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-74258958927066618092008-02-10T23:52:00.000-06:002008-02-11T00:09:34.312-06:00Vote for SaintSoulja!Alright, for those of you that actually do read this blog on a regular basis (i dont know why?)<br />I'm sorry for not have been posting lately, i got reallyyy busy with school these past two weeks. I just got done with exams, so now I can get back to work.<br /><br />Anywho, this is one of the first things this weekend.<br /><br />I was going through facebook and stuff a couple days back and saw that the Kray Twinz were having a Spit Your Best Verse Competition. Now for those of you that haven't heard of the Kray Twinz before, I would suggest you google them. But they are two Sikh twin brothers who are producers in the U.K. They are pretty well known in England and have worked with a few big names like Twista, DMX, Elephant Man, and I think Busta Rhymes as well.<br /><br />The Kray Twinz recently got together with a new talent by the name of "Vee", also from the UK. Vee is known to be what is now being called a "Rapsinger". This guy is really talented, from what I have seen. He can rap (without the English accent) and then switch it up and Sing like a Soul artist. He is truly talented, he's got an amazing voice, incredible skills on the mic, and he really knows what he's doin.<br /><br />Anyways. So......The Kray Twinz are producing the newest Mixtape by Vee labeled "Mr. RapSinger", and they are giving one individual the opportunity to collaborate with them for a track on the Mixtape. So I thought, hey why not?<br /><br />So, here's my entry for the Contest. You can find more info about the contest at<br /><a href="http://drexel.facebook.com/group.php?gid=9100036897&ref=share">Who Is Mr. RapSinger Contest</a><br /><br />Go to the page and comment on my entry so I can win! =)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMLS6eieo9A&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMLS6eieo9A&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Also, outta respect for my Little bro from Dallas, go check out his entry as well. "MC G-Singh aka Gursimar Singh" from Dallas, TXSaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-16230223566532766852008-02-04T16:05:00.000-06:002008-02-04T16:09:50.715-06:00Meet Mr. Sonny CaberwalAlright, some of us have been to the big billboard and taken pictures, most of have seen those pictures, and almost all of us have heard about "The Kenneth Cole Sardar".<br /><br />If you haven't gotten to HEAR from this young individual and here's your chance. Here is the interview video of Mr. Sonny Caberwal, the Sikh model from Kenneth Cole. I think in this video he does an amazing job of enlightening the masses about who/what a Sikh is, what our role in society is, and what hardships we have been through in the recent past. Much Props to this brotha, I hope you keep up the good work, and I hope we see you more often. Respect!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r60pjTdsmj0&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r60pjTdsmj0&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-37359922560172044132008-02-04T13:01:00.000-06:002008-02-04T13:33:22.896-06:00Perseverance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R6dodU1STwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8padOzGMewk/s1600-h/giants.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R6dodU1STwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8padOzGMewk/s320/giants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163210350821265154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Perseverance is the word of the day.<br /><br />Dictionary Definition: steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., esp. in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.<br /><br />Perseverance to me, is never giving up. There are a lot times in life, when we feel like we're not good enough, or we feel that we are not suited for the situation or the feeling that "maybe this just isn't me". But, I think those moments are the defining moments of our life. Because it is THEN, that we realize that yeah it is hard, and there are a lot of difficult obstacles in the way, and yeah no matter how hard I try, there's always someone there to try and bring you down, BUT, no matter what happens, I have to keep trying, I have to keep fighting and I will NOT quit.<br />I can admit I've had those moments in my life, and I still do. But those are the times when I realize that if I really do want it that bad, then I have to keep the struggle alive and I have to keep my head up.<br /><br />Lynn Davies once said. "<span class="huge">It's perseverance that's the key. It's persevering for long enough to achieve your potential."<br /><br />Guru Granth Sahib also says "mann tu jot saroop hai, apna mool pachaan"<br />Meaning, "Oh mind, you are Divine, realize your potential".<br /><br />Always remember that no matter how tough it gets, or how bad the situation is, if you persevere for long enough, you WILL make it through, you WILL survive and if its something you really want to achieve and work hard enough for it, you WILL succeed. And that's the word.<br /><br />So with that being said, Congratulations to the New York Giants, Champions of the NFL SUPERBOWL 42 for Persevering through the hard times, getting through the obstacles, and realizing your potential. As a Washington Redskins fan, I commend you on your victory, a job well done.<br /><br />(shoutout to my boy Suchi (and bhabi) for throwin a kickass Superbowl Party at his spot, Much Love)<br /><br />Anywho, I now give you the Sickest Play of the night<br /><br />Peace and Perseverance<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zL0ztSMYdTI&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zL0ztSMYdTI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /></span>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-5596122511597745622008-02-02T11:46:00.001-06:002008-02-02T12:02:50.153-06:00Queens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R6SwKk1STuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5f_B6pks1SQ/s1600-h/family.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nrRWCk54HAY/R6SwKk1STuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5f_B6pks1SQ/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162444768605785826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Queen<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">By Akshay Ullal<br /><br />Nine months in her womb, I coulda been a tomb,<br />Instead momma gave me her breaths and all her food<br />I made it out alive, only to witness with my own eyes<br />the way men act, just so they can stand with pride.<br />realize.<br />We get our legs from momma,<br />Cold world got heated up, just like a sauna.<br />One glance at momma's eyes showed me a world of hope.<br />So I grabbed it with my hands, and loosened up the rope.<br />Showed me. The sanctity of a lady.<br />Forgave me in the hot city and took me a shady place.<br />where I could see everything so clear.<br />Took me to her chest, she knew that grown men hate to tear.<br />I knew that day, she gave me more than smile and love<br />Felt I she was an angel sent from above.<br />Know that God gave em strength, just smaller frames to carry<br />so throw your ego, not our women down to the ground.<br /></span><br /><br /></span></span></span>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-43486469303707960892008-02-01T22:40:00.000-06:002008-02-01T22:47:20.969-06:00Muhammed WalksFirst and foremost, if you must know. I love Lupe Fiasco with a passion. He is definitely one of my main influences. Just everything about his swag (short for swagger meaning style), his content, his flow, and his approach to songs is incredibly genius.<br /><br />I have been listening to Lupe since "Food and Liquor" and so for those of you joining him after the hit single "Superstar", you gotta make sure you go cop a copy of "food and Liquor" it is definitely worth having (amazing album).<br /><br />Anywho, I thought I'd garnish this blog with yet another video from my "personal favorites" archive. This is Lupe Fiasco with "Muhammed Walks" parody to "Jesus Walks" by Kanye West (also a very brilliant and amazing track), this is not on any of his albums (i dont think), It's either just a random release or from a mixtape or something.<br /><br />But check it out. It's fire!<br /><br />1<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSIkgRLdWYQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSIkgRLdWYQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-27679981106067263032008-01-29T18:34:00.000-06:002008-01-29T18:35:05.200-06:00Community RootsCall me a youtube freak if you want, but remember only God can judge me.<br /><br />Anywho, recently this youtube video was passed onto me, and so I thought I'd share it with you all. The video is about an organization called Community Roots, which is based out of UMD College Park, started by a few motivated, inspired and aspiring group of friends. I personally first got in touch with the organization about a year or two ago when my brother started working with them and joined the organization. In all honesty, C-Roots is one of most impressive student-run organizations I have ever seen work. The amount of work they do, the content of their work, their attitudes, the way they carry themselves, the discussions they spark, their mindset and just everything about them is astonishing. In the past they have thrown events such as Community Langars, 1984 Candle Light Vigil, Big Brother Mentor program, Jam for Peace, Mayday Concert, and many many other events. They are absolutely amazing and if you are a student at UMD i would definitely recommend you get in touch with them asap.<br />Also, if you are not a student at UMD but are still interested, I would suggest you get in touch with them because they in the midst of spread C-Roots organizations all over the nation. So if you share the same mission and vision as them, don't hesitate to start your own C-Roots at your University/College.<br /><br />That's my 2 Cents.<br /><br />Now, without further a due, I present to you: Community Roots<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o15cypeLjRo"></a><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o15cypeLjRo&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o15cypeLjRo&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199317971632885831.post-51411277007688200352008-01-28T23:27:00.000-06:002008-01-28T23:33:05.262-06:00G.N.E. Collab?Alright, so don't judge me just cause I like watching indian tv shows on Zee TV once every 2 months.<br /><br />But yeah so, I was watching this show called Sa Re Ga Ma Pa. And they were doing like a little kids competition I guess, and there is a little Sikh boy on there and he is siccck!! He has an amazinggg voice. He should DEFINITELY be winning. But anyways, I found this online. Check it out. It's one of his best performances that i've seen (i guess cause it's in punjabi)<br /><br />Also, I think you can practically watch the entire competition on youtube.<br /><br />Here is the link to Rohanpreet Singh (the baller Sikh boy with a baller voice)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8w2sj6BMCUk">Rohanpreet Singh</a><br /><br />Definitely do whatever you can support this kid.<br /><br />1SaintSouljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645015969168612787noreply@blogger.com0