Showing posts with label SEX. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SEX. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2015

SULLEE J: Innovative Mind [@SulleeJ85]

❝Innovative Mind❞

[Sullee J.ustice]


It's been long overdue since we last stimulated your minds with a thought provoking article from the Artist, Philanthropist, Activist, and Writer himself, Baltimore, Maryland’s Sullee J!



How in tune is your mind with your soul? How much in doom is your heart from the times you’ve lost self-control? How much has the logic of your mind disregarded the truth from your heart, and afflicted you whole? If you were to rewind the times and paid attention to your blindness, how much would you need to prescribe to unwind the roles? Knots you have made, internal blocks, this whole time you were behind the mind that sewed. Am I wrong? Were you not addicted to your decisions? Do you question all that you dose daily; are you attentive to your prescriptions? Do you dwell on the consequence of your actions? Do you dare make a move in this universe and doubt the formation of a reaction. Have you become so obsessed with your habits, that you have justified your own silly truth? That’s a bit doltish! A fact does not need elaboration, the truth attacks with no emotion at high voltage. Once hit by the tip of its sphere, surely you can’t go back to old notions. Question yourself! Don’t think you’re moving right, just because what you know has kept you in motion.


Oh wise one, how wise can one be, for even when his wise peaks, he’s still unaware of what’s beyond his eyes, the unseen. Oh wise one, how wise can one be, when the wisest he has been, has still not allowed him to understand, why one dreams? What degree of truth do you provide, when the conviction you supply comes with an emotional rise? Why do you deny what you deny, and what makes you agree to the clever linguistics of only one side? What is so attracting about the exterior, when putrescent inside? Do you question your connection to all that you connect with? These are questions, and I suggest we keep on reflecting! Do you follow a crowd because of familiarity? Do you know what you know to be the truth, or bond with it just because of similarities? Pfft! Such hypnotherapy! Somnolence is the wrong fuel for clarity! Learn! Knowledge is the best form of charity! I would lead you astray not. I am only dilating the vessels which you have allowed to narrow over time, in order for you to conclude in temerity.

Oh sincere ones, from which artery have you pulled your intent out of? What has derived you to commit to such a selfless act? Have you bargained your time and expense for the account of a good deed or a shade of light? From which angle have you approached such presentation? In every journey which you find yourself, do you question your motive? Has it benefited you in any form? And if so, will you deny that all roses come with thorns? Or that all prizes come with surprises. Are you prepared to stay in solidarity with your deed, or is it a mere payment toward a fee from a previous greed? These are indeed questions for the inner self, from the very parts which have been sworn. What is your reason behind the very act you have sprung toward? Is it foolish to be aware of why we do things? What is so attractive about one who has to show less? What is so appealing about promoting the hopeless? What is so exciting about the negativity? Surely, this gossip is the way of the grotesque! Don’t just know what you know, it’s time for an internal protest!

Truth is clear, so why do we base it on color? For what reason do we create hate, when the emotion is not an innate trait, it’s a practiced sight. How many of our leaders claim to be magnanimous in character, but they’re the fractured type. This generation worships illusions and attractions, and then wonders why they’re mad at life. What good is your innovation, if it has no clear indication? Why slander another with imputation to justify your own equivocation? How is the tactics of instigating war over seas supposed to be mitigating? This is systematic slavery, this isn’t liberation! What good is your vision, when it contains not precision? What good is your ambition, if it remains with not persistence? How many times do we justify decisions and complain of our condition? Once we are capable of answering our own questions, we will then know the difference. This is the definition of our definite existence!

Not only do we seem to neglect the blessings we’ve been granted, we deny the fact that they even exist. Have you bewildered yourself? Have you forgotten the meaning of indigenous? Why has it become a trend to beautify artificial ligaments? Why do we have women running around with fake body parts, degrading their images? Men falling for superficial innocence. This is the face of wickedness. How do you claim to be a righteous king or queen? You don’t even respect your organs! What do I mean? Do you smoke? You’re killing your lungs slow. Do you drink? Your killing your liver, the alcohol allows it to harden and shrink. Do you eat excessively? You’re killing your heart’s entity. Do you engage in negative conversation? You’re killing your mind, beware of your congregations! Do you disregard prayer? You’re killing your soul, are you not aware?! Pick your poison wisely, oh wise ones. You know as much as you know, and you believe it is just enough to know, to make self-adjustable to what one loves, how dysfunctional! This is layman’s for the brains, which find it hard to devour truth and so they claim it strange, how deranged! Oh wise ones, search deep inside before you conclude your horizons. All I ask is to, consult with your results, reason with your reasons, look outside of your outlooks, so you have conviction when you’re speaking!

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S.U.L.L.E.E. J. (Society's Undisputed Liberated Lyricist Expressing & Exemplifying Justice)

Sunday, February 10, 2013

#Playgirl Generation By Sullee J [@SulleeJ85]

[Playgirl Generation]

By Sullee J
           
My question is, are women just objects in today’s society? Are they just toys? Have they become so degraded, that they, themselves even mock their own gender? Why are women who have standards, moral, dignity, class, intellect, being overshadowed by girls who seem to have nothing to show except for their skin? What are we facing today? What are we teaching our youth to believe today? Girl’s getting plastic surgery in grade school because they don’t match the typical “magazine” model? Dress less in order to impress? Low shirts which expose your breast? Short skirts, barely grown, but stretched? Why has society made the image of a woman so demeaning? They’d rather glorify a chick with no brain, then one who stands for a reason. They’d rather glimmer light on a stone, than a diamond who sticks to what she believes in? Instead of glamorizing positivity, they’d rather illuminate treason!


How do you demand respect, when you lack it for self? You’re only dragging yourself in a debt, thinking your stacking that wealth! It’s an illusion! A mere confusion! Selling yourself for less was never the answer, that’s a cancerous solution! Are you insecure? Low-self-esteem? Possibly an attention fiend? What have you really attracted? Sex craved, mentally enslaved, your whole personality plastic? Are you doing it to fit in? I’ve seen women get gutter for a little butter, and I ain’t kidding. Is it the men too? Have they become so shallow? Morals nonexistent! What has been condemned, is now the road on which they travel! This is shame, are you not ashamed? Behavior inhumane, allowing politics to train. Brainwash the minds, they swallow tricks for change! What have we here, a generation faded. Females seem to hit mainstream, as long as they keep their gender degraded.

Are we ok with this? Is this the character of our future role models we want our youth to reflect? Teen mom became a hit, and so now all these girls run around thinking, who to erect? This is that Lucifer effect! They call me crazy, because I choose to speak truth, instead of conforming to the usual set. I was never fond of bruising my neck, by turning toward every new trend, and allowing the news to put my views in a check. I find it sad to see a world so deprived. Women dressed in provocative fabric, then wonder why men treat them like an object, surprise! I see people hate on each other’s religions when it keeps them from whoring. Peer pressure even got them girls who cover up, dressed in certain ways just to cover up when there exploring. Confused atmosphere, it must be. Pornography is one of the highest selling businesses, in the indus-try. Do you see the problem, or is it just me?

If this is the game, I refuse to play it. You think you got freedom, but that capitalism keeps you on a slave-ship. Organized chains, who told you that you made it? A little fame, and all the sudden people act as if there level is beyond taming. To the women of this generation, and so forth: Learn to value yourselves! You are beautiful as is. You don’t need to be like the people you see on TV, or in magazines, or these vixens in today’s music videos. You need to worry not about those who look down on you for being you! You were born different, unique and just perfect. Don’t value the opinion of someone who doesn’t know the value of the real you. Have some sense before you try and make cents. Don’t let them guide you, design you, and then act surprised, when they eventually decide to undermine you. Use your mind, before they blind you. Last time I checked, only you should define you. I call this a playgirl generation, because going cheap seems to be the new method they teach. The industries a crook, and nobody’s allowed ahead unless you’re sleeping in the chief executives sheets.

Lyrics below: Just a glimpse of what our media shines light on today! Enough people seem to love it… and so it seems, collective ignorance keeps feeding their budget.

“I love my big booty b*tches, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
B*tches know I’m that nigga”

“B*tch! Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga d*ck for some Trukfit
Okay I f*k a b*tch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that pu*sy spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone”

“Wobble Dee Wobble wop wop Wobble wobbin’
A* so phat All these b*tches’ pu*sies is throbbing.
Bad b*tches, I’m your leader.
Phantom by the meter.
Somebody point me to the best a** eater!”

“Kiss my a**, kiss my anus, cuz its finally famous and its finally soft, yea its finally soft.”

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S.U.L.L.E.E. J. (Society’s Undisputed Liberated Lyricist Expressing & Exemplifying Justice)