“And the prophecy read, that one day—like the phoenix arose from the ashes—that a boy would be born unto a family in the slums. This boy would go on to use the knowledge he gained—while fighting for survival in the streets—to become a great leader. And in time, that boy would grow to become… king!” Again, fake-ass famous folks fantasize far more than they try to be better at anything other than making more money. Culture creates continued cycles by promoting and popularizing preferences and perpetuating trends and traditions that become ideals in inspired and indoctrinated individuals’ eyes. Whether it’s rowdy Roman rebels or Romania’s nocturnal nuisance (Dracula), many miseducated misters and misses think that those who carry the “courage” to slaughter soldiers and others who have scary supernatural strength are idealistic. Which queues the query, would the world be war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, and worsening if craziness wasn’t widely considered to be connected or comparable to courage? Like I said, some shit simply shouldn’t need to be said, right? So, if popular people possess all the influence, and all those popular people—politicians, podcasters, pontificating personalities, etc.—do is talk, why won’t their regularly, repetitively repeated rhetoric create change? Are influential Individuals in the injurious, inimical industry of illusions wasting the war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world’s time? Of course, they are! Anyhoo, have you ever heard of “Sunshine Superman?” Apparently, in a different dimension or parallel universe somewhere in superhero land, there was an African-American Superman with an afro and shit. Who knew? “Touch what I never touched before. Seen what I never seen before. Woke up and seen the Sun. Sky high! Sky high!” If seemingly every everyday entertainer in hip hop is obsessed with elevation and evolution, why won’t they grow up—let alone elevate and evolve? Notwithstanding, not all rappers are relentlessly retarded, but nearly all rappers role-play and reimagine regularly, repetitively repeated references—to the point where “people from a distance can’t tell who is who.” Your Honor, because of my immense intelligence and ineradicable influence, the country’s chief conspirators tried to trap me in the same stupid-ass, ceaseless cycle of chaos and confusion that causes niggas’ care-crippling, concern-cauterizing culture to systematically suffocate and snuff out its own. Remember, unfortunately, as it’s arguably hypocritical, I hate hateful humans. And nonsensical niggas hate themselves so much that they torture themselves with studied, scheduled, serious, sustained stupidity that kills them and/or their spirits every day—eternally. Again, you may read these passionate passages and wonder what you can do to create change. And again, just continuously change. Now, remember when I told y’all “it gets way worse” when quoting and quickly breaking down bars from sack-slinging Shawn’s song, “Public Service Announcement?” Well, there’s a “Wizard of Oz” reference there that many minds may have missed. Repeating as a reminder, “Shawn” said, “Allow me to reintroduce myself! My name is Hov, H-to-the-O-V! I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z!” In “The Wizard of Oz,” Dorthy and her goofy gang of girl-guided guys were stopped short of “Emerald City” by the “Wicked Witch of the West”—who poisoned a poppy field with a sneaky sleeping spell—shortly before the good witch “Glenda” sent snow to that area to break the curse. “Snow” is street slang for powered cocaine. It gets deeper than that, but y’all get the gist, right? In this marvelous movie, Dorthy and said goofy gang of girl-guided guys—who were grown-ass men—disappointingly discovered that the world they were wandering in was controlled by a menacing man using “smoke and mirrors” to dominate the deceiving, dream-like domain. Again, it gets deeper than that, but who would God be in that surprising scenario in said marvelous movie? Then, there’s the “Cowardly Lion,” who talked tough but couldn’t conjure the courage to stand strong when it mattered most, like relentlessly retarded rappers—with y’all blabbering, bitch asses! And that all goes without mentioning the regular, repetitive references to the mind, heart, and soul in said marvelous movie. Then, there’s the totally true parts pertaining to a particular prophet’s prophecy that you wouldn’t want to believe, so I won’t delve deeper into the marvelous movie. However, “Lady,” this shit is some shit! Y’all, what if I am “Jesus Christ?” What if you weary, waning weirdos worship the Devil? Honestly, I’m still experiencing things that make me wonder what’s fact and what’s fiction in a world where everybody’s stupid. If you don’t know that you don’t know something, then you’re told the truth, then you’re shown the signs, then you’re provided with proof, but you won’t believe it, are you stupid or nah? In “The Heart Part 5,” God… I mean “Kendrick Lamar,” started the video with a quote, “I am. All of us.” Nigga, yes you are! Well, except me—Beau Amoureux—the Light. And soon…
Omniscience