Conspiracy wrote:mindbender sounds like a pro-black positivity and happiness dreamer from 1998
but the grim reality of war is as bad as the wounds and weaponry
naw, to a real nigga they would say, MY BAD I TALKED SHIT OUTTA LINE.
a bitch sellout nigga would go, NAW THAT WAS ALL IN THE NAME OF FRIENDSHIP! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH TREATING EACHOTHER LIKE SHIT...
i can't argue with his (ill)logic. he thinks he is positive. read PHILA. if that is love, then keep it. and the compliments were fake if you 'smell'. I like enemies that look me in the eye and fight me with honest offensives
not shiesty slander sidetalk and subliminal shittalk and useless whining..
PEACE TO PHILAFLAVA
I will do my best to end here, because I expected this.
Here lies the words of Conspiracy's Ego.
You didn't even dispute a word I said. Because every single thing I wrote was not opinion or slander. It was just the truth.
You also did not address my request for you to honor your word and AT LEAST finish the promotional run of the -13-year-in-the-making- SBU album that just got pressed up, nor did you acknowledge what one real SBU fan had to say about the album when he heard it. Your ego is avoiding anything that deals with equality, but I'm not. I'm dealing with the truth, and not emotions or ego.
I love you because you are family. I loved you before you left Toronto, and I loved you when you came back to Toronto and fucked up my life, in both 2003 and 2009. I loved you before you did crack, and I love you now that you are off of it. I love you after you make death threats on record to me, motherfucker. Don't try to say I don't define a brother's love, because I KNOW AND LIVED the lyrics to that song "He's Not Heavy, He's My Brother". Them shits don't last forever because it's some fake fuckory, yo. Let me show you the Truth of Love.
Love is what opens a door when YOU, Conspiracy, call my phone and say "I have nowhere to go. Can I stay with you for a few days?" And I say "yes you can." knowing well in my heart that "a few days" means "until I get my shit together" which could means... anything.
Love is what feeds you when you have no food.
Love keeps all your LIFE POSSESIONS SAFE when you are in jail and have no home.
Love is what goes to court for you and testifies to get you FREE, and takes responsibility for a thousand dollars bail for you to go home.
Love is the hard decisions one has to make for you to realize getting drunk isn't a higher priority in the day than finding four walls and a roof of your own, when you are using that same Love to sleep on a couch that isn't yours.
Love is many, many things I have DONE for you. FUCK WHAT I SAY AND HOW I SAY IT. What I say IS THE TRUTH. Yes, it's ugly. Fuck it. Take responsibility for your life, Conspiracy. I am not Anacron. I am your twin brother. I'm not your enemy.
You can pretend you're mad at me all you want, and pretend you have a good reason.
"naw, to a real nigga they would say, MY BAD I TALKED SHIT OUTTA LINE."
"A REAL N!GGA"? fuck that dumb shit. A MAN WOULD DO WHAT HE HAD TO DO TO HELP GET HIS BROTHER A HOME AND A BETTER PLACE IN LIFE. AND THAT'S WHAT I DID. Fuck what anyone thinks or says. I put Love in action, even when it was Tough Love.
YOUR EGO is exactly the thing that makes you think that -I- have to apologize -TO YOU- for the things I did. FUCK THAT SHIT. You STILL have NOT thanked me for getting you out of jail, Khari. To this day.
I did not talk shit and I was not out of line. I did what I had to do. I'm not the only one that has gotta learn to live with regrets. You should regret some of the places your life journey has taken you.
Better yet, you should learn from them, and make wiser choices starting now.
I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks but who doesn't know shit says anymore. Truth and Love is all I deal with, not any of these petty ass fucking childish games and ego battles people perpetuate every day. I'm on another path for real, and that's it.
I love you, Conspiracy. If you ever want to make music again, my door is open. Like all other rap groups that broke up and got back together eventually, nobody has to say shit to nobody else about no shit in the past. Don't say shit except "yo, who's producing the next song we make together, and how many bars do I gotta write?"
Love,
Mindbender