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Welcome to my blog!

Here you'll find my thoughts and experiences on life, poetry, topics centered on faith, health and anything else pressed upon me to speak about. All my work is original.

My aim is to create a platform for freedom of thought. Thoughts that initiate a change which becomes an action and after that a way of life. Thinking costs you nothing, not thinking can cost you everything.

Thanks for the support!

Much love,

- J

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Rick Ross Being A Corrections Officer?




Recently various gossip & celebrity websites have been rampantly pointing the finger @ Rick Ross for being a corrections officer before he was a rapper. This whole circus is really stupid though. Who cares what he did before he was a rapper? He made money doing that but decided there was more money in being a rapper. This isn’t the point of this one though.

There is a problem with us as a people…

I don’t agree with him lying about it once he was confronted with the allegations. I know he is denying it so hard because he doesn’t want to lose street credibility. In order to be a rapper you gotta “appeal” to the streets. What is this appeal? You have to talk about selling drugs. You have to talk about sleeping with a lot of women. You have to talk about having heaps of cash. You have to talk about killing people to protect what’s yours.

I’m gonna say this as nice as I can… fuck the streets! Who cares what a bunch of aimless, wastes of potential think about you? These rappers want to appeal to the streets & have them love them, but they forget about the bucket. What do I mean? The minute one crab, lobster, or whatever animal you prefer, gets too high; the others pull him or her down. It’s ALWAYS the same.

The streets do this because they don’t want their mediocrity to be exposed. The minute another person does something extraordinary the others get mad because it reveals how ordinary they are. Years pass & one has millions & is living a great life, while you have been on the “come up” for 10+ years. What are you doing???

Another problem is our perception of what’s cool, what’s acceptable, what’s black. What’s wrong with him being a corrections officer? He worked to help men become better, to give them discipline in hopes that they would turn their life around. The problem is we put too much faith in rappers, too much faith into celebs. We forget they are capable of living lies, cheating, murdering, being addicted to drugs, raping, anything… These rappers get their lives from movies like Carlito’s Way, Scarface, Belly, New Jack City, Blow, Sugar Hill, and anything else they can get their hands on. I mean think about the movies and how similar their lives are to it. Get outta here with that!

I never believe rappers anyway because what kind of idiot would say they killed someone, or make legitimate death threats to a nationwide audience knowing the police can hear it? It’s all entertainment, but not all entertainment is good entertainment.
Wake up…

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The Audacity { Pt. II of JioVanni's Prayer }

Ashamed & confused are the feelings I currently get, feeling disgusted like a person who hocks up phlegm & accidently swallows it. For years I fought to be close to You, but now I see that fighting only disrupts my passionate groove.

Even the best fall down, but I fall often, does that mean I’m clumsy or a juggernaut when I’m focused on something? The fabric of my being is sometimes not worth believing but @ least I’m not a case like what’s made in basket weaving. Lyrically I feel I’m unmatched, but spiritually I’m in a rough patch. Comin’ up as a Witness, witnessing what I’ve witnessed, I’ve become highly inclined to be indignant. The “brothers”, the “elders”, they don’t scare me, & the circuit overseer got everyone jumping to a T. This religion kicks you out if you make a mistake or let a worldly influence slip but let me say it right, they have you disfellowshipped.

Sitting in the back, ducking out early, friends ain’t your friends no more, this isn’t God’s love surely! My mother was disfellowshipped for a 99 ¢ bottle of lotion, elders found out cuz another witness saw us in the cop car as she was done shopping for groceries. Putting all that work in only to have gossipers hit the reset button, after that experience I knew it meant nothing. Hear me out, they excommunicate you for being a sinner, but Jesus you let Judas sit with you @ dinner! You showed constant love that was never conditional, personally I believe they’re just too critical.

Then I look @ myself & see I’ve found confusion by my own admission, if lookin’ for religion was a cause, well I have no signatures on my petition. My ignition can’t be turned on because I left the keys in the kitchen, supposed to be well on my way but I find myself sittin, wheels spinnin’, a derelict individual with a short span of attention, oh yea I commit the same sins over & over again that I can’t forget to mention. I believe in Jesus & I know his story is not one of fiction & @ any moment He can come back & start rippin, takin’ the fornicators, atheists, homosexuals & start strippin the devils out of them to leave them kneeling & repentin’. Possibly this is the best I’ve ever written, the paper’s not wet & I’m not a young boy in class so here’s a new definition of paper spittin’.


I got another part comin’, this one’s finished, praying to God is a lifelong commitment…


**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni

Friday, July 11, 2008

Growing Up - Why Is It Such A Problem?





Ok, I'm PISSED OFF!

I just saw an interview on Mediatakeout that had a video clip of The Game crying. At first I was like what? What is he crying about now? Then after I saw what he was upset about I became upset too. Recently the MURDERERS of Sean Bell were acquitted on all charges. Which is bullshit! How you shoot over 51 rounds & get off. You only need that type of discharge if the perp has a machine gun or something!

Anyway, he made a song called "911 Is A Joke { Cop Killa }". If you haven't heard it check this link out - http://youtube.com/watch?v=rpJOwU2_Jcw

I like the Dead Presidents homage in the video. I feel like these cops need to pay, not necessarily die, but I mean how can you punish someone who is protected by a corrupt system that is supposed to protect you?

This song would have had a lot of rappers on it at the request of The Game, but he said that all of the rappers declined to lay down verses due to bullshit excuses. He cried in this interview because he was stunned at how easy it is for people to diss each other on wax and talk about how they hate the police but when it's time to really get it in they are nowhere to be found...

Here's the link to the full interview - http://youtube.com/watch?v=CKjo1kQ282g

Then people made comments calling him a homo, saying he is crazy, saying he needs to kill himself, shit like that.

First off if you are reading this and feel like that FUCK YOU! I feel what he is talking about 100%. If I alienate people with my opinions on this one so be it, you weren't needed anyway. I'm sick of people dictating what a man is, telling you that you have to be hard and emotionless to be a man. Fuck all that machismo garbage! I cry when something is painful or I am passionate about something. There is a difference between crying for a purpose and being a crybaby.

In the black community & in the male world it is looked down upon to show tears because it makes you less of a man. What kinda bull is that? Who made the people that feel this way the dictators of manhood? If a man cries he is still a man because he ain't afraid to show how he feels.

JESUS WEPT! Or did you forget? I guess he ain't a man neither, huh? You would be right he is divine as well as man. I bet none of these gun toting, pussy fucking so called "G's" could take what He took. Matter of fact I know they couldn't. No ordinary man could have withstood that type of punishment, we mere mortals would have collapsed from exhaustion.

So what's the point?

The point is I hate bloggers who have nothing better to do than tear somebody down for doing something good. This is a great thing because all you fans of music fail to realize that they are always in the media, in the magazines, on shows promoting their albums and movies if they have any, but when a pertinent issue in America comes up they always fade out of the limelight.

What's the deal with all these people hating on Usher & Tameka?

I've been paying attention to this for sometime now & was debating on the right time to air it out. Well if The Game ever sees this thanks for being the bomb that opened the floodgates...Get it?

Anyway people think Usher fell off and that Here I Stand is not as good as Confessions. Granted that album had more jams on it but that was an immature album compared to this one. I mean how long will we wanna party and talk about sex? I mean for real... That's what America wants. Us to be in a perpetual state of bliss while raising a bunch of fatherless kids who have a higher potential to end up in the system due to their skin color and lack of a nuclear family. Then people wonder why I don't go to clubs... WAKE UP!!!

People always call his wife ugly & I see it's mostly women that do it. Just a bunch of bops who mad they can't have their fantasy with Usher in it anymore. People want to see you stay in pain, they want you down so they can relate to you. People can't relate to happiness, well at least haters like those I'm speaking of. The minute you do something that's grown up or unexpected there is always this backlash from immature people that want you to stay on their "going nowhere" level!

Take Mary J. Blige's last CD "Growing Pains". I like that CD it has a lot of nice songs on it. It sold well too. Confusingly Mary had many fans who didn't like the album because it was too happy for them. What kinda shit is that? TOO HAPPY???????????????????????

She did an interview in response to the situation stating that she is sorry that you all haven't dealt with your pain, but she dealt with hers and she wanted to make happy uplifting music. I mean if you listen to the album she deals with problems but in a grown up way. Like a marriage that is nearing its end and both parties want to quit but she says "Stay Down".

I've come to the conclusion that whether you do something good or bad, if you do it on a high enough level, you'll get haters. It's sad that people are so miserable that they can't stand to see you make it like Jesse Jackson speaking on Obama...

Anyway, don't let ANYONE tell you NO, don't let anyone tell you that you can't make it, or that you are crazy for believing you'll do what you dreamt of doing. They are just the people the devil puts in your life to hinder your progress.

"It doesn't matter how many times you get shoved around by life, as long as you keep pushing back you won't lose the fight".

I'm out.

Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

JioVanni's Prayer


Dear Lord,

I come to you at this time humble. I apologize for all of my sins that indicate that on the road to you I stumble. Lord I ask that you break my cycle, the repetitive nature of my ways that has me livid & troubled. At the same time I can express myself indirectly through the rhymes you gave, other times I just shut down like a person that is lost in what seems an endless maze. I ran through a field of that once & it made me itch, but why is it for your love to come closer I don’t always have that same itch? I look to the sky & I know you’re there, & all the pain that’s in this world right now is what you said in Revelations so why do we despair? I think that we do because we wanna skip the trials & go to the happy times, not realizing you can’t get up unless you fall.

Dear Lord,

I need help in loving me, cuz @ times there are things I hate about me I see, I look in the mirror & I see handsome mixed with ugly, concocted with misery with a drop of rage, in other words I’m drunk with Hennessey. Which way do I go when I look @ barcodes & see 666, how do I stay sane when everywhere I turn I see lunatics. They control our music & brainwash our night visions, I stay up late & around the same hour I hear a plane flying low, why are they skimming? For vanity I pray that you make it go away, so that I don’t hit up a mirror more than 20 times a day. Some may think I ‘m arrogant by the way I portray myself, I pray you give them the vision to see I’m just not being myself. I crank instrumentals when I write God, the beat in me make the words flow so easy, can you tell me why they control the TV? They manipulate the debates so that it looks like firm opposition, but they gloss over the fact that they kill our black children… Should I curl up & cry, jump off a building & die, or rather should I cry? Nah, I’ll do none of those Jehovah cuz you didn’t put quit in me, but what you did put in me I realize is the remedy…

P.S. I pray you guide this world into your arms, because they glorify being gay, murderous, & a fornicator, but as soon as you come back watch em all kneel when now becomes later…

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni

Makin' It Sexy

Strong will, entrepreneurial spirit, I’ve said it before but this is the real way you need to hear it. I’ve talked about dimensions, figures, & shapes but this is something else to better help you relate. Tired from a long day, heels persecute her pretty feet & crucify her calves, but what she deals with on a daily basis, you don’t know the half. She runs her own firm, keeps it regular like clockwork, not even the devil himself could stop her. Scriptures keep her spirits extremely high, just broke up with her husband but she is happy cuz God will send her a better guy. She came from the bottom, in school little girls called her ugly, maybe it was because she had the only real hair, while theirs was weave & it was troubling. At the school table she sat alone, when she tried to join the others they would treat her bad & she would walk away whimpering like a dog far away from home. She overcame this in addition to her fear of trust; she used to hate public speaking, but now she tells men how they should invest their money & they get so chummy they invite her over to brunch on weekends. She can hold her own around whites & tell them how it should be done. Handouts? She’s not asking for one.

See, she’s the type of woman who’ll cook for her man while he’s chillin’ on the sofa, after a long day of work she’ll rub his back & bring him a cola. She’s sexy because she’s not like the bops that go after men with status, she doesn’t need that. She’s sexy because she can improve a man without him knowing she did, she’s sweet & will put up with a bad attitude while loving you stronger in the end. Now don’t get me wrong just because she tolerates it doesn’t mean she won’t check you, but she won’t get too out of order because she really respects you. She reminds me of a single mother who got with a man she thought was lifetime, but turned out he was a sitcom that didn’t make it past the pilot pipeline. She works two jobs, rides the bus to pick up her kids, gives them big hugs & ingrains in their head that this is not how they’re gonna live. She keeps them in @ night to stop the hangin on the block, she encourages her son’s goal to one day own a chain of barber shops. A nurturing mother and strong minded business woman are more sexy than a big butt & a smile, I haven’t seen the first, got the second & glad I haven’t seen the third in a long while.
Make it sexy…

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni

Saturday, July 5, 2008

My Mental Fortress

Lockdown… it usually occurs between the hours of 12am & 2am. You call it sleep, I call it punishment, cuz the minute I can’t think is the beginning of a situation I can’t stomach, and, maybe thought is a gift & a curse, they say ignorance is bliss, so that must mean knowledge is something worse.

So would I prefer to meander in the world foolishly, or do I wanna know where my enemies are & how they’re pursuing me? There is evil in this world, they hide their methods with acts laden in deception, only problem is I’m thinking so much I’m making the connections. The guards bang on my cell cuz I’m talking in my sleep, I don’t shut up so they reach in my cell with the nightstick & bang my feet.

Pain emerges, they broke my toe, this is just a simple illustration of how far they will go. I was screaming knowledge in my slumber, but the fact is they hate that I do it, so they won’t dare let me cause the other inmates to wonder. The truth is what I openly talk about is just a ruse to throw the security off, besides no security is absolute when everyone has a price which means anyone can be bought.

The state of the youth perplexes me the most, liquor is made mostly by whites & pumped into hoods filled with blacks, mothers so sad they buy it rather than buying their baby’s similac. In fact, they also invest most of their hard earned money that gets kicked back to the government that’s obsessed with green, to buy a hallucinogenic that has the same color scheme. What’s the American dream? You figure that out, I’m not gonna blatantly tell you, cuz if I do you’ll shoot the notion down like cops do suspects they suspect of having illegal paraphernalia.

Lead & Manganese make the triggers more easy to squeeze, help won’t come cuz the help you’re calling is the same source that initiated your pleas. It’s for that very reason that I don’t drink alcohol I drink Martin’s Ale, after that I follow it up with shots of X so my mind can never fail. Out on the court playin’ basketball, j-ing cats up then I got shanked, I know who did it so it’s the warden I have to thank…

{ Don’t be a prisoner…}

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni