STRUGGLE FOR POWER
by Lawrence "LXR" Ryons

SEPTEMBER 2006 - Can we as black people really be criticized for the actions that we have committed ourselves to complete? Have we as black people really have fallen into an intolerance of dealing with the everyday world, while submitting to the everyday idea western hierocracy. In this day and age, black people live in a country where everyday is almost a competition of who can get it first? Who can last the longest before dropping? Who can run the obstacle course and dodge the mallets that fly their way? I believe that black people are in a country that oversees them as potential bottom of the barrow crawlers. Can it be seen that we are stepping on one another to get the top while betraying and killing one another to not fall flat. Is it true that black people are envisioned as being so weak that some blacks that choose an alternate lifestyle involving sexuality, and a percentage of black women have decided that the real prize lay with the white?.

In Chris Rocks Never Scared, he made a valiant point when he said that when the white man get money, he give other white people some money. When black people get money they go buy some rims with it. This statement couldn't have been true, those words that drive blacks decisions we most commonly make. Attempting to act like our counter parts, we have been embroiled their likeness into our life style and vomit on our own culture. We will fight over the dumpiest situations and kill over the pettiest issues. For example, hustling on some ones corner, stealing from a black man who is old enough to be your grandfather. All the homicides that are occurring are not just drug related; they're by people not truly understanding the word disrespect. An ego and lack of understanding will make a young black man in a white man's world trigger-happy. It can be also be the fact that blacks only make up 43% of the population, but 67% are in the penal system. Most of those blacks are males, black males not white. The words of hearing about the Homewood accident was, "can't we all just get along"? The answer is hell no, not as long as these devils don't clean up the crap that has been left for us to sweep up. Not as long as we fight and then demand crap to happen after some no good nigger & phony cracker have used another black man to get what they wanted. On the flip side, we run to religion like that is our only answer to everything, I do realize why religion is important but why beg the creator to set us free? The creator is not going to free us from this hole, we need to stop believing that the promise land is when we die. We need to get up off our knees and put in work, that is the only way to succeed that is the only way to bring prosperity. But that may never change because we worship man not the creator, sorry but that's the truth. We don are churches of pictures of a man, a white man blue eyed and blonde hair man at that. We believe these contradictions such as why would the creator destroy a world that he created? Is it due to the fact that man can't accept responsibility for their actions? Is it due to the fact that man will kill this planet for a dollar? Is it the fact that what happened in New Orleans was ignored by man, and what happened was because of the natural process of nature? We as black folks need to get back in touch with the spiritual side of nature to grasp it's meaning better. Truth be told, black people have trouble helping each other out with power. But when that collection plate comes around are hands go right in our pockets to grab some money. Instead of using that money to feed that same preacher who is driving off in a car that is better than your's and hollering God loves you; black people need to use that money to invest in black banks, black communities and black businesses. Don't get me wrong, the speaker should get paid for his offerings, but should not for standing up in a black church and speaking on how some ones sexual preference is evil. Especially when the preacher maybe gay himself, a pedophile, thief, and liar to the community with other gay members of the church in the audience listening in hating themselves while the devil lie.

To change the subject a bit, our women burn the kinkiness of their hair to so called have good hair, (thanks Willie Lynch) throw plastic junk and stitch some poor Ethiopian girls hair to their scalp. Complain about their full lips and nose while white women wish they had lips like that, wish their butts where that firm looking, wish they're thinking were like black women. But no, we some give some dumb rapper money and she go get breast implants and buy some blue contacts and throw some blonde weave in her damn hair. This is disgusting, a total version of self-destruction all in the name of fitting in for power, the whiter you look the better you are off. In the United States, blacks are a minority but that does not make us inferior, on the planet Earth whites are the minority but that does not make them inferior. If you look at beauty pageants, the whiter you are, the better you are off. How can the minority of this planet be the most beautiful? They already control most of the natural resources, there are only about a five companies that control the music we listen to. They determine what music gets played and how much airplay to give it. What's killing us is that we believe that we cannot do anything without them, we need their money, we need them because we are not mentally reliable to complete task on our own. This is the danger area of our relationship with them, we have are heads so far the white man's butt, he has to take our heads out just sit down. But in the end they just go with the flow, we are the individuals that have the problem. We have all the resources available, from books to videos to people with power and money and we don't do anything. Analyze the situation like this; you take a group of people and destroy them mentally by breaking them down and erasing their history. Replace their history and independence with the slave master and recreate a unity. Slaves are set free and perhaps can finally be seen as people instead of animals, but the thinking remains. First and foremost, anytime an individual let you free, you are not truly free. You become free when you fight and you stare the enemy in the eye and say I am free because I am human. Suppose the Willie Lynch theory and idea that took affect when our ancestors was being killed, whipped, and used as labor for them is still being used today, just in a different format. Yes the struggle for power is something, but for how long will the prophecy last until we wake up. Truth be told we should only be worrying about the individuals who are at least trying to make a change, the rest of those niggers can remain slaves and that's just the bottom. We don't have any more time to waste on people who deny the truth and live in lie's, we need all of our precious energy for the real test.

This is a message for black people; we are a doomed ethnic group in America. We just sit around and just keep riding by while are neighborhoods fall apart and we become even more ignorant. Sports and rap is not the only option out the hood, we need lawyers, doctors and black people who just really give a damn. We don't always need good old fashion positive speeches we need cold hard truth, nothing more candy coated. For years now we heard all the positive inspirational speakers, take a look at our situation; we need results no more speeches that lead to the basement.

LXR

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COVERING THE IDENTITY
BY COLUMNIST LAWRENCE RYONS

JUNE 2006 - How much is truly enough and can we truly discover what it means to be ourselves in the public eye? How many camouflages must we switch into in order to be accepted by our peers? Is it the fact that being our selves is too much even for society to handle? If so can we truly become unique in our own way? Can we not lose focus on the real prize at hand? That being acceptance by our own ethnic group without causing an up roar. Everyday we as black people awaken from the beds, prepare for another hostile day to walk out of our homes, sanctuaries, our safe havens, and our peace of mind to escape the life we pretend to sometimes enjoy. With our alter ego's about to flourish in the wind, we dare not to walk out of the church without placing the face that everyone seems to understand more; the mask.

The mask is a representation of our other self or another form whether it is of a person or an animal. It allows an individual to feel free because showing one true self will lead to unhappiness, or it allows the individual to help them cope with the fact that they are not as totally free, and this is what the world expects and drives on. The mask allows us to fit in and become apart of a selective group; though we do not represent ourselves in that sort of fashion. It can help you become the starving artist a person only wishes to become or, make you vulnerable to outside attacks. For example, a man dresses in business causal wear everyday for work, puts on a fake smile and walks out the door. In actuality, the individual prefers to be at a concert wearing leather pants with chains hanging from his attire. Another example, a young man wants to learn the ways of being a thug, when in actuality the individual prefers to be in school but believes that popularity will push him/herself farther. Unfortunately, the down side is that once we wear the mask for so long, everything becomes about the mask and not about the person wearing the mask underneath. The individual becomes formatted to the situation, and understands that success is how they represent and grab hold of the opportunity, not how they feel. After a while the mask takes over and the person behind the mask no longer exists, afterwards the alter ego finally walks in the door of their sanctuary can be left boggled or bewildered not knowing what to do as their personal lives begin to fall apart. The outcome leaves the person with only knowing the mask, no real personal identity or feeling but it is how they survive. This can leave their soul scared for as long as the mask is worn or if the mask is all they know.

How does all of this reflect on the black man & female? Just take a look at society and how it is constructed away from us. Only a small percentage of the United States favor black people, except the culture we bring to the table. Such as the ideas that are enhanced through physical or a mental connection. We are hybrids of mother Africa but we are the main one's speaking on keeping it real, truthfully do we even know what real is anymore? Real is not pretending to be something that you certainly are not, though being real is realizing that in order to maintain a focus and keep an eye on the prize, you have to reformat the understanding of the situation and attempt to turn it in your favor. Can we really blame slavery for our current situations? Take a moment to realize a few things as we walk through this valley. Attempt to be real with one self while taking a deep painful glance at our great destructive ghetto. The ghetto in every part of the United States of Amerikkka that house the walking dead, those broken masks with no idea about self seems to only be moving on barrowed time. These are the same ghetto's that cover radio airwaves with popular booty bouncing songs. This can be directed to the aftermath of the storm, the violent acts that drive only self-hatred and self-destruction that flood our communities. Mask wearing adapting people who understand that getting ahead involves more than just self, it involves sometimes swallowing the spit and keeping the eye on the prize. Have we all been wearing masks with no sense of self for so long, that we are trapped in a matrix like world? A world where warriors of Zion attempt to free us from our current situation but our killed for their bravery? Yes the acceptance taste well but how much sweetness do you need before the creamy fillings leave a vomiting after taste in one's mouth. The connection that we have to the inside world only go as far as we accept the program, the idea that what we do is real, profitable and even if it means other peoples death.

Sometimes happiness comes from more than just accomplishing goals or even love; it involves being happy with one. We have to notice that it is only a mask and eventually we will switch to another to fit or work with another group. Maybe one day the person will decide to leave the mask at home, and decide to take a risk of being displayed in some type of showing by the public. Friends will be lost, their world will shatter, but in the end the person will feel relieved that living a false life and placing a false identity on them eventually creates unhappiness. If you ever take the opportunity to look around outside and just stare at the crowds of black people, ease your mind and allow the truth to be revealed. Allow the real to take its action, and with it all prophecies will show in time. Take a glance at the hair to the attitudes, the personalities, the achievements and how they were obtained along with personal image and ideas. All comes to light when the darkest hour is amongst us at the most inappropriate times, a catalyst for knowledge, combined with an untold wisdom and understanding. Don't wear your mask too much; leave some space for a personal self to shine through the crap of the world. Finally, don't wear the mask to the point to where you become the mask, like the matrix a person will never know when it has truly taken over.

LXR, PEACE

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BLACK PARTNER CONNECTION
BY COLUMNIST LAWRENCE RYONS

MAY 2006 - Our social status can be determined by our company, or the people we choose to have in our inner circle. We use our own personalities to determine which person we would we feel more comfortably with on a day to day basis. From our own personalities we choose our wives, husbands, lovers, or friends to socialize, evening dining or enjoy an event. At times we step out of this circle due to boredom, curiosity, a change of thinking, growth, acceptance, or a sense of cleaning out the closet.

For some blacks all we want is peace of mind, no sucking up including, with no ignorant blacks to blow their Neanderthal like personality traits in our direction. The outside world can be cold, especially in America, with no sort of close brotha hood or sista hood to help pull an individual from the rubble, a mental suicide could become the future.

Truth be told we need friends, not just counselors to vent and ask for help, but to discover new worlds and idea's and help visualize where we would like to be years from now. Being black means that we as an ethnic group here in America, must establish either one or the other and that we must stick together if we ever hope to uplift from our present predicament. Trust is a factor of loyalty, such as your word which is more solid than gold. We as an ethnic group don't display any type of loyalty for one another unless it involves, "What am I going to get out of this?" That's the wrong thinking at the wrong time of being black. How about the fact that a person's parents, if you had any or if they cared, took care of you without hesitation, without regret and without really understanding the choose they made. I'm not speaking as if that happens all the time, because it doesn't. Take a gang for instance; the members stick together through the toughest times, display unconditional loyalty, even if it's for the right or wrong reasons. They fight and defend there territorial grounds without question, and for what ever reason their guns have to be raised, they do it together, even if it means death. That's a true partnership amongst fellow players, because all our seeking a significant purpose or means.

This isn't a repeat of what's been said before, but attempting to identify exactly who we are and what people surround us, and how not to judge a book by its cover. We as a black nation at times make it difficult for others to be accepted within our groups, I feel as if we follow in our former slave master foot steps and gain idea's from them in order to feel we are all in the same boat. What we need to do is form a configuration of who we are? What kind of culture do we as a black nation truly descend from? How is it that over generations of self sacrifice to preserve our nation we find that we have not truly progressed? That will help us build a bridge between the knowing and the unknown, develop stable grounds and walls to feel secure. All that includes our company, knowing we are creates incite to the people who will fit with us. Blacks no matter what need to stop looking down on our own people just as the slave masters once did to us and be come to an understanding. We become jealous if a person is driving the latest Mercedes, shiniest biggest rims; jewelry is the most expensive, instead of attempting to grasp the concept of hard work and dedication for the prize. The point is that we display friendship, but we destroy others with a different point of view or uncommon behavior that doesn't fit the program. That's a waste of thinking, an ignorance overload, and shows nothing but a narrow mind with no doors.

Throughout our lives we find that company can bring the best or the worst out of us. It stabilizes a sort of enigma that proposes questions with errors and answers that we add extra effort into but truly only care but so much about. Questions that we ponder and doubts that frustrate us can be provided in our inner circle. The dreams that show resolution and fears that show strength can be provided in our inner circle. It is a break away from not being accepted, not dealing with jealousy, envy, pettiness or hate. To finally feel as if our personal being is complete and only good times will roll over the absolute and give us further options is like living in a dream. Good people bring good times; people with major issues bring uncomfortable times. People need to feel comfortable in order to accomplish goals and feel happy, and in order to accomplish this task, one must discover how they personality connects with other individuals. A few people prefer to remain lonesome doves for as long as it will accomplish their primary goal, to feel happy and not having to deal with that what if. Becoming a loner brings easiness to the mind and brings about change and sometimes peaceful periods from noisy eras. I feel that everyone should take an opportunity to separate themselves from the rest of the world and just attempt seek a quiet moment or two, this helps with clearing of the mind and places your body in a meditation like state. Become one with yourself and develop self understanding. The company you keep reflects your image along with there's, being black and having friendship means rising above what is preferred to as the status quo of friendship and seeking new and different relationships.

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JANUARY 2006 - As we open up a brand new year in the human existence, I can finally take time out to reminisce on my life and how this was a life awakening year for me. But looking back on all the current events, it all started when I decided to get off my butt, and start a new beginning here in Pittsburgh. Now, I had traveled to this city before in early January 2003, but I never had the opportunity to really get involved in the interaction with other people. I sat at home, working mainly, when my cousin told me about this program called Job Corps in full detail, it sounded pretty interesting but I didn't really see myself leaving home to live in another city, because if you have ever lived in Philly, a person can almost become engulfed in it's settings. Time passes on and I finally declared that I was going to sign up for the program in February I believe. Originally I was scheduled to attend the program in West Virginia, but it was full and the waiting list was forever for the males. My counselor at the Philadelphia enrollment center in Center City, told me about Pittsburgh and them having a college program, by September of that year, the rest became history. Since becoming a temporary resident in Pittsburgh, I've learned that walking around with a Philadelphia's Eagles Terrell Owens jersey on around downtown; a person definitely can get some pretty unwanted stares. But I've met some pretty cool people, and have accepted the differences of the Burgh and its occupants, I still think Septa is better than Port Authority, and have handled the many faces very well. Last year I met Ashley Woodson and I was offered the position of writing for him. He thanks me more for not being afraid to express myself, but I thank him even more for asking me to become his new columnist writer. In October I had the privilege of being a part of history when I attended the Million More Movement in Washington, and if you have seen some of the pictures, I am the individual wearing the gray hoody. For me, everything is looking great pulling into the New Year, and as I promised I will leave the faithful readers of Brotha Ash Productions website with something to consider and feel well about. In conclusion, this is my first column for 2006 entitled,

A Dream Deferred and the Factors of Life
by BAP Columnist Lawrence "LXR" Ryons

I cry from deep inside my mind, sometimes the tears travel so far back in time that I can actually see little Larry playing with his toys and remaking the scenes of his favorite movie characters. Witnessing my dreams being formed from my mother's room, to the stage of the Gifted Artist back in March as the talents risked embarrassment. Why do I cry, because it was the starting of my present mentality, the dream of a performing artist and future scriptwriter. My dream deferred had taken effect for the last few years as I got older, wanting to be a wrestler, chef, physical therapist, respiratory therapist, psychologist, and finally after a long deep conversation, the performing artist dream will finally be realized. It's my destiny; my purpose is to recreate life on stage, in books, and in my own poetic words with the microphone. It took time to develop this courage to take that step into the direction that's needed, instead of walking into another uncertain decision. Now for a small or large percentage of people, they don't either have that option, have fallen into the depths of misguided solutions, or just haven't had an opportunity to pursue their true happiness. In this reality we live in, there is poverty, war, death, natural disasters, hate, but on the other hand there is happiness, love, understanding human differences, unity in communities, families, and black groups fighting for a change. We ask questions about our own existence, our purpose, and what is the meaning of life, and all these questions are brilliant theories to ponder about because it can help us evaluate our dreams. Here's a question for you, what is the purpose of human life, if we die anyway? How can we discover the antidote to sustain our presence on the earth, and is what we do have any real significant in our after life. These questions can lead us to finding a purpose or crashing in self doubt, because what's wrong with these questions is that can a person really give a convincing answer. These sorts of questions can become troublesome for many whom haven't approached their dreams, and even those individuals that have found a purpose may question their purpose. For instance, even though I have found my purpose, does it really have a purpose in society; are these so called jobs we slave over just to keep us occupied until death at any moment? This is why I cry deep inside because nothing is for sure, but we have to move on day to day because life doesn't stop for no one. There is an inner circle that we cannot enter until the lower stages of our life are complete, until we discover the path and the doors to walk through. Then our dreams deferred will become a reality, and then we can wear our masks knowing that dreams are just a gateway to another reality, a purpose.

Don't wake me, I'm dreamin
If I'm dreamin
Just let me sleep,
Don't wake me up until my dream is complete
If I'm dreamin
Just leave me alone,
Turn off the lights and unplug the phone

Christopher Williams, I'm Dreamin, New Jack City Soundtrack

I remember laying in bed dreaming about being on stage, as I once lived a dream deferred, and my brain was interpreting it as being real until I had awaken from my slumber. For blacks with their backs are against the wall believing that dreams are better being dreamed, I understand that it's tough figuring out how to get out of the situations you are in now, but there is always a way. We don't have to think it's just me against the world, we don't have to attack everything or anyone around else. Its unnecessary believing that hope will not circle our way, but we as a nation, small community, group, and individual we must work for prosperity for our minds to become mentally free. Even though all of us may not be in the same boat, that doesn't mean we have to drag each other down because others don't want to sink. Step out of your comfort zone and seek the knowledge, wisdom and understanding of being black and powerful. We have the power to change our surroundings, the power to drive this manipulating entity called America away from our thinking. We as an individual have the ability to grow smarter stronger, we as nation have the ability to conquer the odds. Now, some of us believe that dreams are just meant to draw us closer to an understanding that some sort of success is in the physical world. People interpret dreams differently then what others may see dreams as, and that is special because each dream can mean a certain message for the individual. A person can see them as a gate way to unknown territory, unexplored regions, and create drive the imagination unto many horizon's. This is what black people need to improve because it will give us a better eye on the prize and how to obtain these necessary ideas, but we cannot just get caught in the vision of the dream or we will just fall flat. The dream tells us about purpose, understand the certain and give the uncertain a chance to be shown. What if we didn't have a purpose except for being a slave? What if we didn't have a purpose, and there was no true meaning or understanding to how we are to survive? Too many black people take things for granted and don't allow new ideas to sink in before on, and truthfully we should be the last ethnic makeup to drown in such ignorance. We allowed weakness into our minds, we have allowed America's ideas to inhabit our black minds, and that's where the faulty programming takes place. Sometimes it feels like a nightmare the way our people act, but it's real because it's in front of my face, it's something that can be related to, it hurts, plus it's a physical reaction on both ends. It's man nature to destroy, even if it will hurt the other person. Sometimes there is no peace if there is no pain first, sometimes there is no hope if there no pain, sometimes there is no profit without human suffering. Is this all a dream that never ends, were black people meant to become slaves of the Western world, European invaders thought so? A few black folks choose to think differently, such as the new Black Panthers, Rosa Parks.

It's was an interesting year that brought the greatest moments, and the worst moments such as Katrina where blacks seemed to have opened up their eyes and seen how fast America is to respond to their cry for help. I would like to say thank you to Luther Vandross for blessing the world with his powerful voice, Richard Pryor for his brave stage performance, Rosa Parks for her stunning stand for equal rights, August Wilson for opening the world to another kind a great black imagination. Also the Katrina victims and families, I hope you finally find peace and fight for injustice in America's system. To everyone I say goodbye, to all the other writers of Brotha Ash Productions, good luck in 2006, happy New Year, and PEACE!

LXR

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