Who’s world is this? The world is mines/ The world is yours/ who’s world is this? These words have been spoken before by Nas, Slick Rick...but in this write I quote them from the mental of Jay Electronica. The dude has a galactic imagination laced in fury and biblical stones. I have respect for artist. Note the word. A rapper can be anyone who spits garbage to the masses to maintain addictions/habits and jezebels/harlots at the risk of naive/oblivious souls. Music/power affects the way one thinks and what one does! Say what you want. It can motivate/discourage. “Music influences!” “Believe half of what you see(booty) and half of what you hear.(I’m a hard core ni##a!)” okay. whatever. I am sooooooo tired of seeing/hearing the same ole’ same. Booty shaking, bling wearing “hustlers” to the “weak minded.” Sad part is the weak have no clue as to their condition: weak. Most of these rappers haven’t/aren’t even living the life professed. Heck, if it wasn’t for the hot tantalizing beats…sigh, “oh, alright,” they’d still have followers. Clarity: a.) I am not a hater. b.) I am not a hater. and c.) I am not a hater. I simply know BS when it comes out the anus. It smells. Pardon me. I have a young daughter who‘s musically inclined, hello! and Yeah, I monitor her music and T.V. vibes/views, but at her old school most kids spoke nothing but of the commercial rappers and there empty lyrics. “Thank God my daughter’s now charter”, not saying kids there aren’t listening to commercial rap, it’s simply not as air borne. Success is. As a young girl, serenaded/stimulated by the sounds of music; my logic desires that she have the same experience; it’s good for the soul. I started this write speaking about Jay Electronica. I like em’. He’s E. Badu’s man and a proud papa of their daughter, . Two creative souls came together and created. Say what you want about E. She knows how to pick em’! Besides, she grown. Better than Shaqueeta and Boniva living up in the projects knocked up by Jayquan and Lil’ Fife, broke/ busted and disgusted! “Hey, I’m saying though!” Back to Jay. The hook/beat, “Who’s World Is This” spins in my hippocampus as if it were a crisp vinyl. “Amazing!” My soil is damp, careful not to saturate, reason being cautious of what’s ingested for roots run deep and wide into the known /unknown expanse of life/after -life, for there is one. Newness is food; peace my sovereignty. Must have less a sista get booooooooored/led astray. Found an avenue. Woo…that was close! “…who’s world is this?” It’s mine.. isn’t anyone else’s nor is your world. See, there are no conflicting roles in life! Those distractions are man made. “…who’s world is this?” Mine! Yours! Sculpt! build my/your world. it’s in view/line! Want other’s to find refuge/inspiration in it. “…who’s world is this?” no utopia, rather freedom! “…the world is mines, it yours! It’s that role issue/sacrifice/destiny/purpose/legacy song. Write you down/up and make it plain. Listen: “All are significant, even the wicked! So, be good!” “I’m nice like Christ.” Jay Electronica The beginning. .