The Prison of Pistis

I have turned the Good, bad. I have turned the Bad, good.
There is no difference.
I have looked in the warm eyes Pluto, and declared there is no eternal meeting with Maia.
I have obliterated the mightiest of Idols with Apolloneon triumph, and left the sound of Death in my wake.
I walk hand in hand with Apate, upon the shores of the Pangean Ocean.
She is my best friend, my kin; I am sometimes mistaken for her in my old age.
I have welcomed a great deal into my home, on many a snowy evening.
For they have completed their journey with Jesus though the wood.
Any who call my name Pistis are always welcome to slumber in my Glory.
Those Omniscient know I give Omnipotence.
However, in my deficit of Omnipresence, I am no longer an Omnist.
I have never once built a civilization; yet, many civilizations have been built on my principles... As far as Janus can see, these abominations never resemble my word.
I am, in a word, equivocated to the folly of Man and God alike.
I pose strength, beauty, and honor.
As well as all my family and their neighbors.
My enemies are merely caricatures, caught in the dreams manifest of Ancus Marcius...
Many try to escape, this, my imprisonment.
But I, and only I, shall set you free...



Be Champions,
God's Pride

This is soooo Dope

FREESTYLE FRIDAY FLOW

Friday already? Time flies... but, Friday means the first installment of *drumroll*

FREESTYLE FRIDAY FLOW A.K.A. Triple F (Fox Football Fone-in is dead to me)

This blogs opening flow goes back to my roots... The humble beginnings of the Icarus blog, intertwine with my humble beginnings. Canadian Boy - Canadian Band! a mixing of two cultures I love. Hip-hop & Rock

This is what I call one of my pop culture raps, (I'll introduce more as we go along)
I watch some Television, listen to music, and get on the internet, and in about an hour I have enough inspiration and punchlines to write at least a hot 16. You can tell when its a PCR when I have punchlines sprinkled randomly with obscure references.



ENJOY



I flow sicker than the swine flu, without medicine/
I'm a veteran, better than anybody, I'm a Varsity Letterman/
Lyrical terrorist, call me Osama you can't find me/
Or see me like John C, cause I be bringing the drama/
I puff that herb, out the lands of my mama/
Yeah it's presidential shit, call me Barry Obama/
Shit I'm married to the game without children, no Al Bundy/
Murkin every track in sight, call me Ted Bundy/
Serial style, I'm on that General Mills/
I Corn Pop at you hoes, til your heads look like Cheerios/
Stop the silly flows, cause you Trix are for kids/
and if you got a Lucky Charm then I'm pulling out my firearm/
16 in the clip, ready to blow/
not bullets that's bars for you bro/
I'm the lyrical dealer of that spherical white, on the mic/
I rip up more tracks, than an all black girl fight/
No Brooke Valentine cause I'm a Big Boi/
Smoke a Lil' J similar to a Rudebwoy/
I'll leave you lil rascals Dizzee, when its Showtime/
Calvin Floadis rap cause I only got grime/
You talk to me the Wrong Way, and you ain't Sumblime?/
end up like a golf ball, whacked by the 9/
and hataz thrown away watches, just a waste of time/
So just leave it at that, before I waste more rhyme, the world is mine/
From H-town to London, ready to wreck/
The name is Eagle not Petr, but I'll still put you in Cech...




Petr I'd hate you if I didn't think you were so cool


Freestyle King


I wish all freestyle battles were like this... or at least ended with Yakety Sax (Yakety sax Does make everything funny)



R.I.P. (BET killed everything good about itself... I miss the good programs, instead of BET Programming the good)

Friday's will never be the same without AJ and Free...

and just for fun





MERRY FRIDAY EVERYONE!!!!!!!

You know what NFL stands for?

For those of you that said National Fooball League, you're wrong. One truth about professional sports and life is that nothing last forever. In this sense, NFL stands for not for long. Like they say in medicine, all bleeding eventually comes to a stop. I watched Scarface for like the zillionth time a couple days ago, and I really got to thinking about Tony's monologue about trust. "All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one."



That's a powerful line. Given his circumstances it was probably more true than figurative; but generally, those are two things each person has unless they break them too many times. Your word is a very important attribute, in fact in many cases it's your bond to other people. Trust is something that usually takes a while to build up and can be blown in a series of irresponsible events. Without people being able to trust you, all you then have left is your balls, your pride, the ability to put trust in yourself despite outward influences. Similar to your word it takes time to build up pride. Even in relative sense, you have to have accomplished something to be proud of yourself. After accomplishments accumulate, you then have pride, a form of trust in which one trusts itself to accomplish what it has proved capable of.

When people don't trust you it sucks. However, what's even more sad is when you can't trust yourself. Everybody is entitled to their own hubris, an excuse to continue to wallow in hedonism. But if you aren't able to make yourself happy let alone please anybody else, you're have a poor state of affairs.



We all know the old adage, Give a man a fish feed him for a day, teach him how to fish and he'll feed himself for a lifetime. No one ever just learns to fish immediately so you keep providing. Come on, some men aren't fishemen... You give him more fish... until you get to the point of realization that some men just don't want to learn how to fish. Instead of accepting this, we ignore truth and continue the perpetual march of folly. We even force feed fish to those, when they have rejected all sentiments of help directed at them. What's worse still is that you want them to learn so bad that you keep giving handouts to the point that your own family starts starving. You can't provide for anyone forever. Eventually you have to stop supporting those who won't support themselves.



Sink or Swim, because you want to be afloat when the bleeding stops.

Been on a bit of a Fugees tip lately


I play my enemies like a game of chess...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ukreHtNxJw <-----------(can't embed but this track is the best on the album. Soulful, great guitar rifts, singing... classic Fugees.

Feelin this tune too, sorta old but fuck it, and fuck you if you're hating



Be Champions,
God's Pride

Express Yourself

This is the first of hopefully many of my thoughts, laid down for the hypothetical people reading this out there. This is all an effort to do as the title says and express myself to find clarity, in an otherwise cloudy sky I call life.

Whats to come? A lot of things really. Football rants, hard bodied flows, to deep thought, maybe even some drunken stories at 4 am on a saturday morning... Do I really care if anyone reads this or not? probably, I'm self conscience... but I'm always down to talk to a theoretical audience, and converse with replies from real audiences.



Be Champions,
God's Pride