tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50147393396052813092024-03-12T20:23:26.715-07:00Ruyonga MusicRuyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-16915706118059290182012-10-03T08:51:00.003-07:002012-10-03T08:51:40.441-07:00Inside My Heart - With Lyrics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Look in these eyes you’ll see the dark
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That little space Inside my Heart
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The Darkest side withholds the light
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The Light that brightens me inside
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The flow, so anointed it makes demons sing Hallelujah
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I’ll be hot at 100, getting Crim like Byg Kahuna
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I, hit them with the Riddim from here to Beekay
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This Ugandan kid’s redefining UGK
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Every track, I be leaking to Mister DeeJay
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Got them screaming REEWWIND, Instant Replay
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I don’t just deliver with flows, I deliver these souls
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In the name of the only life giver we know
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Ex sinner, I ain’t claiming I ain’t sinning no more
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But I’m washed in his blood, no sink and no soap, Boy
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I go realer till it got them going Ape, Man
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Flows turn a critter to a Beast like Space Jam
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See it used to be my only agenda
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Round the opposite gender was get her alone and then bend her
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But I’m reformed now, see I done calmed down
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Aint just trying to hit it everytime I perform now
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Look into my eyes, then it was only dark clouds
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Put your ear to my chest and hear how my heart pounds
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I used to get my rapper cassetes from Sharp Sounds
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Went to Wandegeya to learn they shut that shop down
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Product of K’la town, homey we do not clown
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You can’t push us or budge us because we’re standing our ground
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Yeah,
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We’re getting money over here
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Switched positions and now we’re getting money over there
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You don’t even want to bring your honey over here
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Cause she gone start blushing acting funny with her hair
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And I ain’t even said nothing, I ain’t even on that
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And still she bugging over my lines like a phone tap
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Thinking cause I’m now saved that I won’t snap
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I’m locking the spot down, we’re gone need a zone map
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I ain’t perfect, so now that we got that out of the way?
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Hm, How do I say it? Homey I’m pretty close
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Lyrically wile out like I don’t know how to behave
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And I’m so fresh I don’t know how to decay
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I’m one of the best, coming out of EA
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So either get with the programme or get out of the way,
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It got crowded in KLA since I’ve been away
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And still I’m loud and unashamed and proud to be saved,
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I’m on the move, all you can do is acknowledge me
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Trail Blazer living by the scorched earth policy
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My paper scraping take them on a space odyssey
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Walking that fine line between dishonesty and modesty
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Cockiness and confidence, my dominance is obvious
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I’m about my paper now I’m surrounded by copiers?
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Tell them they can not be us, we need more originals
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Me and JT came up in a game of individuals,(Urban Life)
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Before the decimals…..
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Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-74057045468271198092012-10-03T08:40:00.000-07:002012-10-03T08:47:14.520-07:00Friday: Playing Konshens...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was all a dream, to shop when I’m getting the mills
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Dreaming of what I’d cop in Beverly Hills
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Got so much gwop I ain’t sweating the Bills
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I’d have the, money, the cars, the honeys in awe
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Getting Valet Parked right infront of the stars
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I’m talking name plaque Hollywood Boulevard
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And only Moguls trading numbers could pull my card
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VIP at the Bar with the Entourage
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So paid every car got it’s own garage, yeah
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We’d be dreaming, Willie Beaming
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I’d be a cut above it all, Guillotining
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First Class, so paid I’d burp cash
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Till I was standing out like The Eddie Murph laugh
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Showing up at the party in the latest Ferrari,
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Africans trying to get out the slums
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Americans wanna move out the Hood (Yeah)
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We all hate when we’re out of funds
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And everyone dreams they could go Hollywood
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It was all a nightmare, it was so close that it’s right there
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I’d just need the right pair of shoes and the right gear
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The right A and R would hear me say a bar
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Then guarantee I’m a star by this time tomorrow
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I’d do the right songs, put them on the right album,
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They would all be mixed down to the right volume
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I’d do the right shows, be on all the right tours
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Sell the right amount of copies out of the right stores
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Man, I had it all planned out just right
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From the hooks to the subjects on which I must write
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Thinking this just might be the day, be the night
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Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-13576684826871099132011-09-19T16:05:00.000-07:002011-09-19T16:10:19.445-07:00What Happens in Vegas.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKYtE-Cs4Sc/TnfKOgZaecI/AAAAAAAAABE/ahWIYfWejJk/s1600/whil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKYtE-Cs4Sc/TnfKOgZaecI/AAAAAAAAABE/ahWIYfWejJk/s1600/whil.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div>I walked off a bus a little over two years ago opposite an old Casino wondering what I was getting myself into. My cousin took a while to come and pick me up. She later told me when we got home and I went to bed on the blow up in the living room she shut her door and cried. Wow. I looked THAT jacked up? I mean, I know it had been a two day bus ride, but really? She says I used to cry at the church we'd attend back when I first moved here. I don't remember much past teaching my niece to walk and one of my cousin's older friends she introduced me to that I sooner than later started sleeping with. My mind seems to blank out between those moments. Get Sonya to walk a few extra steps. Get picked up by said lady after she got off work to go eat dinner, go walk around the strip, go back to her house.<br />
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</div><div>I honestly don't remember much about walking the strip and the food to be honest. And don't get me wrong, the food was phenomenal. We tried every type. On a whim. I ate some good different expensive food that year. I doubt I was really mentally in the restaurant at the time though. I'd just be counting the minutes before we went back to her house. Somewhere in the back of my mind my justification is we both knew what the deal was, both knew what we wanted.......</div><div> <br />
<a name='more'></a></div><div>My other justification was I never lied. Said I loved her. Not like the two other times, when I told myself I really loved those women. Can I say</div><div>I didn't know love is an action, not just a phrase or emotion? I cheated on both. I cheated on the first one with the second one. At the end of our</div><div>relationship girlfriend number 2 put me through the worst emotional turmoil and heartbreak I am yet to go through in my life so far.</div><div></div><div>I got off EXTRA easy.</div><div></div><div>I also wound up in Las Vegas, Nevada all the way from Champaign, Illinois. I doubt I even made that choice for any of the right reasons. I'm not even</div><div>sure I expected to last two weeks out here. I just knew I was tired, didn't care and didn't like that staying in Illinois felt like waiting to die.</div><div></div><div>No one exaggerates what happens here. People come here to do things they don't have to account for. Every adventure is for sale. We were selling </div><div>water on the strip illegaly for a spell and this one Australian female customer described it perfectly. Disneyland on Acid.</div><div></div><div>And I've never been to disneyland.</div><div></div><div>So welcome to Las Vegas. Bring shades for all the Flashing lights. And be sure to catch a Cirque De Solei show.</div><div></div><div>One more thing. Be careful. This city was designed to kill you :)</div>Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-78524441911602197742011-08-04T18:39:00.000-07:002011-08-04T18:39:57.188-07:00The "Water From A Rock" Chronicles:Day Four - The RockFourty Years into Moses' life he kills an Egyptian for mistreating a Hebrew man. The Hebrews rat him out to the Egyptians and because they want him killed he winds up fleeing to the wilderness of Midian.<br />
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He's there for fourty years.<br />
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He then bumps into a burning bush, is empowered by God to do miracles and leads the whole Isrealite nation out of Egyptian Bondage and captivity only to hear them bicker and continually tick God off.<br />
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He's stuck in the wildreness another fourty years.....<br />
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The Rock: The Wilderness, The desert, Dry Land, Proccess, The Journey<br />
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The Water: The Promise, Provision, Results, The Destination<br />
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You've got to have hope. It's not some just in case safeguard, it's a neccesity, a vital muscle. And Paul says tribulation works patience, and patience experience, and experience hope.<br />
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If you can't handle the rock you'll never really get the water, at least not like you should.<br />
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We love shortcuts. We all prefer the quicker way to get or see something done. But many times the only way to get to the water is through the rock.<br />
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And this is where complaining comes easy. Because for one it seems unnecesary and makes no sense to our natural way of thinking. But that's too bad. Because even the shortcuts have a price, so you're really better off paying for the whole process.<br />
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Because here's the reality: You're lucky to get any water, and even through the rock you're still getting it at a discounted price.<br />
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We'll never deserve the water, and if we don't own it or didn't make it we don't get to set the price.<br />
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So do yourself a favor. Shut up and start squeezing :)Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-82597226131757072052011-08-02T12:23:00.000-07:002011-08-02T12:23:51.364-07:00The "Water From A Rock" Chronicles:Day Two - Identity<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5TMQEObfnD0" width="560"></iframe><br />
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</div>Moses was a Hebrew man of the tribe of Levi, a tribe of Isreal. He was born at a time when Pharoah and the egyptians were freaking out at how quickly Isreal was growing. I mean, these were some non birth control applying pro creators! Or maybe they were fans of the rhythm method :) Whatever the case, Pharoah ordered all the male children to be executed and the girls were fine.<br />
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So Mommy hid Moses in an Ark of Reeds and sent him down the Nile. Pharoah's daughter is bathing and Moses' sister Miriam, who was following her little brother, watches a compassionate young princcess pull a screaming baby out of the water. Thus the name Moses, to mean "Drawn from the water". And big sister happens to be there to suggest to Pharoah's daughter that she go get a Hebrew Woman to wean the child. Guess they didn't exactly do Cow's Milk. Or two percent. Whatever the case, Moses was taken into Pharoah's house as a child, and yet got to be weaned by mommy for the first little part of his life.<br />
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So really who was Moses? And more importantly, who are you?<br />
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Are we a product of who we are? What we do? Both? I love America. Slang talking gang banging white boys, Surbabanite asians, Punk Rock and Screamo loving skate boarding Negroes and Rastafari Latinas run rampant everywhere. Its beautiful! It also begs this question:<br />
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Raise up a child in the way they should go and when they are older they will not depart from it. Weaning takes about what, a year or two tops? After that Moses was raised to walk, talk and act like an Egyptian. Yet fourty years later he kills another Egyptian for mistreating one of his Hebrew people.<br />
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Fourty years of being raised to be someone else could not erase the core fact that Moses was who he was.<br />
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Even though both sides would automatically reject him for being tired of being something he wasn't, at least he now was.<br />
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Because if we never are who we are supposed to be, we never were.<br />
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And I'm at the point in my life now where I would rather painfully exist than be painlessly forgettable.<br />
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If we can't tell each other from each other, somebody's copying somebody. And you cant be two people at once. So somebody sacrificed themselves to be a non authentic version of someone else.<br />
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That just plain sucks. Especially how much it is the norm in the modern world nowadays.<br />
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Thing is, in a world where everyone has for years everyone has tried to become whoever is the most celebrated at the time for whatever reason, how do we just be us. Is it enough for me to tell you to just be you and not tell you how?<br />
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Is it?<br />
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I want to take this moment to ask you if you've ever felt like you were supposed to rule the world. If you've ever dreamed big. If you have ever had an imagination bigger than your examination. The world most of us see with our eyes closed always seems somehow bigger than the one we see with our eyes open. And somewhere along the way most of us start to allow it to feel like a crime that what we see right now should be able to make room for what we dont see yet.<br />
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Does the world affect what you see? Or does what you see affect the world?<br />
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I like hearing kids talk. Their futures are outrageous. They will all be presidents, firemen, supermen, princesses, pilots, Jedis, Rock stars, Millionaires. Then they hit third grade. Fourth grade. Puberty. College. And suddenly they become less and less fun to hear talk. Suddenly the world isn't big enough for everyone's grandiose dream like it used to be.<br />
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Suddenly minimum wage checques are bigger than people's dreams.<br />
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Earth and Water. Whatup all my 300 Fans? Ladies calm down.<br />
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I live in a desert. I see alot of rocks. A lot of rocks. ALOT of Rocks. Yet no matter how deep in the middle of the desert I can go, it'll never change the fact that the earth is three quarters water. I'M three quarters water.<br />
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I mean, even when I get THIRSTY I sweat.<br />
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Some of us walk by faith and not by sight. Too many of us think that means that means some of us are blind.<br />
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Too many DON'T see it as the power to see something else. Something better. They're too busy calling that vision. <br />
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Only you can't walk by sight OR vision. That only deals with seeing where you're going.<br />
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Vision and Sight only deals with eyes. No one really walks by eyes, thats only part of the picture.<br />
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And some people follow every little thing they see, but we won't deal with that sickness right now. <br />
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Instead we'll attempt to paint the rest of the picture.<br />
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The whole picture that involves hearing. Faith comes by hearing. The whole picture that doesn't just have eyes that won't be limited to sight, but also has hands that write and play Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder songs. Legs that run wheelchair and one legged triathlons.<br />
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Moses got a chance to see himself one of three ways, but that's another blog post. Actually so is everything else. We got a whole lot of days to squeeze the water out of this rock, so we're going to pace ourselves.<br />
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And who knows? I might drop an eight song EP and a short film/mini movie to go along with it. Hey, I might even do it at the end of this very month, right around August 28th!<br />
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Man, I can see it now. Can you?Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-53135625324851952282011-06-02T19:39:00.000-07:002011-06-02T19:48:17.427-07:00Sex On The Side. Fin.Ps:This got a tad long. Well worth it though.<br />
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Pps; I love it when the commentors almost beat me to the punch.<br />
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In Part 1 I said I am Edwin Ruyonga and I am Polygamous. I apparently confused one of my boys as it seemed I was making a case for polygamy as a Christian. I'll get to that. I was also real candid about certain things that could be taken the wrong way so for the safety of everyone involved let's just say those who were meant to read it got to.<br />
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Part 2 got into How Polygamy is about love way before it is ever about sex. Again it's been made clear that I need to not only expound but clarify.<br />
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So Part 3 says this;<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Sex is Polygamous, love is not. Whatever the dictionary says about polygamy, this fact can not be escaped;You can not love two things at once. Elijah said it, then Jesus clarified it. You can not serve two masters, you WILL grow to hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. God doesn't do polygamy, yet no man or woman was born monogamous. He looked in the heart and mind of man and found nothing but evil. <br />
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He called Isreal his bride, and constantly had to punish her for constantly going after other gods no matter how good he was to her.<br />
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More children, stronger covenant, more disobediance, more and more little gods, same old intimacy issues.<br />
So how does polygamous sex work inside monogamous love? How does a polygamous mankind serve a monogamous God?<br />
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Simple.<br />
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One dies.<br />
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Really. Dies.<br />
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There is an 80-20 phenomena that makes Love 80 percent and Sex 20, with most people focusing on the 20% which though pleasurable has no real endurance and at the end of it all will leave you unsatisfied and miserable, because where you can have both, you can not worship both. And the one we focus on we serve. <br />
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To have sex on the side is to forego anything BUT the side, because no matter what we're led to believe, we were CREATED to serve one thing, whatever that thing is, we just have the God gifted capacity to pick.<br />
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I used a word in Pt 1 to illustrate a point, but I realised I would offend some waaaay before I got to the point. That word is a mordern nick name for one part of a woman's body. The point was that nowadays one of the most important and pleasurable acts man has been priviledged to engage in has been relegated to insults and swear words. Women have theirs just as much as men. That relegation came about because by nature the quickest way to make something expensive look cheap and to devalue it is to abuse it, insult it, whether by mouth or action. Then afterwards express that everyone does and is doing it, no one has to wait for it, and I can love you and share it with everyone else under the right circumstances because the modern world does that all the time.<br />
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People and being with them should be so much more than just companionship and sex, and sex itself should be so much more than the body parts, but you either live this way or you don't. And so many nowadays have chosen not to.<br />
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Sex and or anything on the side in the relationship is never about that thing it's about us, what we chose to keep for ourself. Because we misunderstand true monogamy, in which is the only true sustaining power of a relationhsip<br />
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Being in a PHYSICAL relationship with one person does not make you monogamous.<br />
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True monogamy isn't just sharing your life and what comes with it with someone, it is completely giving yourself to them and expecting the same. As long as I live I will be polygamous, but as long as God lives in me I will be monogamous.<br />
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The next woman I lay with will be the last one. I can guarantee that not because of who I am, quite the contrary, it's because of who I serve and how much I'm striving and have decided to give.<br />
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Nothing about me has to remain. He doesn't just get my Sundays, he can have any and every day of the week. He can have my phone, my private conversations, my contacts, my music, my TV time, my good days, my bad days, my most wicked and perverse thoughts.<br />
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Because he is the only one who can subdue them. And he is the ONLY one who can protect them.<br />
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Jeremiah said the heart is decietful above all and desperately wicked, who can know it? The next verse said "I the Lord search the heart, I try the reins/the mind, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings."<br />
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You'll never have access to your heart like God does, you'll never have access to your mind like God does, so you might as well hand over the reigns. He kept that manual for himself.<br />
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In giving myself away, heart, every desire, mind, every thought, I also give away the stupidity of worshipping the tempting yet temporary and substance-less side dish when I need the main course to sustain me. I give away the hopelessness of trusting myself to navigate a world and a destiny I have no control over. I give away the frustration of feeling like my world is over and it's all downhill from here everytime there is a bump in the road or a dip in the valley.<br />
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My names are Edwin Ruyonga and I am a servant of the one, jealous, very monogamous, ALL highly powerful ALL knowing ALL loving ALL empowering ALL judging ALL just and ALways faith-ful GOD. ALL, not 20 percent, not 80 percent. I am completely surrendered to him, I am far from perfect and always will be but I am no longer running this show, he is, and the change and proof is evident to everyone that knows and has known me.<br />
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And as long as I am a servant of God first and mainly, what I am or want on the side and after that will never matter.Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-21073973006098846672011-06-02T05:33:00.000-07:002011-06-02T05:33:58.584-07:00Sex On The Side. Pt 2This wont make sense if you didn't read Part 1. Or maybe it will<br />
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You see part in 1 I talked about our natural propensity for polygamy. I also said maybe a little too coded that I was talking about more than just sex.<br />
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So this is my best attempt to fully clarify things. Let's get deep for a spell.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>I live in a modern world. One where many of the male population equates Love with sex and many women do the same with Security, usually financial. Popular media has always been big on following declarations and revelations of love with sex, and too many of us live and think that way. <br />
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I live in a modern world. One where too many of the male population dont neccesarily regard Love as highly as sex and will many times be content to throw around the word love to validate how much we want to have sex, and sadly too many women nowadays let them.<br />
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I live in a modern world where too many men and women think it is possible to have sex with little to no emotional attachment to get away from the fact that sex connected with love comes with too high of a risk of getting hurt, emotionally tortured and sometimes destroyed.<br />
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Polygamy is about Love way before it is ever about sex.<br />
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Couples have the biggest fights over how much one buys shoes, plays video games, hangs out with their friends, watches TV, stays out late, never calls, watches porn, never talks. never understands, the list goes on. The core of every one of these fights is one thing. What a human being loves, they worship. what they worship they will give attention.<br />
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Many of us worship sex. If the sex isn't good the love isn't good. Where this is usually true, it's also unrealistic. The most loving couple in the world have bad days, you'd have to be Jesus not to. And it is not love until you hold on to the good intentions through the bad moments.<br />
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Our problem is we hold on to the bad moments. They're easy to remember, it's easy to keep score.<br />
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Love is work. Sex is easy. In my not so disciplined past, at my most out of shape I could have.......................the point is sex is easy.<br />
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And here in lies another problem.<br />
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Sex is polygamous. Love is not.Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-17407416383947467002011-03-28T00:16:00.000-07:002011-03-28T00:20:03.932-07:00This City Video KickStarter Project!!!<a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ruyonga/ruyonga-j-givens-i-c-jonez-maine-this-city-video"><img alt="This City, This City...." class="alignnone" height="350" src="http://jgivens.com/images/THISCITY1.jpg" title="Ruyonga, J Givens n I C Jonez" width="500" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ruyonga/ruyonga-j-givens-i-c-jonez-maine-this-city-video">This City Kickstarter Project</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"This City" is a single off the album "S.O.S.", my latest studio release. The song is a celebration of unity and positivity, even in the midst of division and self defeating mentalities</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Many of you may or may not know, but I live in Vegas now. World famously named Sin City. Adult entertainment capital, among other things. And it has some interesting statistics</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Las Vegas has one of the highest suicide and divorce rates of the U.S. Residents are 40% less likely to commit suicide if they leave Las Vegas and visitors are more than twice as likely to commit suicide here as elsewhere. Vegas recently recorded one of the highest home foreclosure rates in the country. It currently has the highest unemployment rate in the country. Crime statistics list Las Vegas, Nevada as the third most dangerous city in The United States to live in after Chester, Pennsylvania and Saginaw, Michigan. Between four and six hundred pre teens and teens (12-16) are illegaly trafficked through Las Vegas per month.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But this is also listed among cities with the most churches per capita. A recent Internet search revealed listings for more than 500 churches in the city. Parts of the West Side have numbered close to 95 churches in a 5 mile radius.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not sure if this is even a good thing. But what I am sure of is that I gave my life and completely commited to him for real not just saying it when I came here, and I thank God for that.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Sin, in religion, is an act that violates a known moral rule, a transgression of God's Law. Outside of religion, sin is defined as a highly reprehensible action, an offense, an often serious shortcoming. Religion or not, Sin has no good correlation or definition.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now there are many communities and churches who are in agreement that they are tired of the negativity here. That this city will no longer be called "Sin City". I personally think that's great. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The thing is they all have their own new name for the city. That part I find daunting. Division in the church as a whole is not new, and is probably one of their biggest hold ups. But they are in agreement about what it will no longer be named, and that is huge.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So for my most recent album, me and some friends did a song to celebrate what they did agree upon. and the response to both the album and especially the song has been nothing short of inspiring.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So now we want to do a video for the song, and we have found a site that will allow us to share this endeavor from the smallest to the biggest participant.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The site is called <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/">Kickstarter.com</a><br />
and you can see the project I'm talking about <a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ruyonga/ruyonga-j-givens-i-c-jonez-maine-this-city-video">by clicking here!!!</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We're excited to be doing this with you guys, and be sure to tell as many as you can about it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay positive. Be safe and God bless.<br />
Ruyonga</div>Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-82789860495370791492011-02-23T15:30:00.000-08:002011-02-23T15:30:54.544-08:00Brand New Site Up and Running<a href="http://ruyonga.com/">Click Here and Enjoy!!!</a>Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-24956022176059004202011-02-18T15:29:00.000-08:002011-02-18T15:29:12.183-08:00This was SO NOT a freestyle.(Live Cypher DownTown Vegas)We called it one anyway though :)<br />
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Enjoy!Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-65970034227762181092011-01-20T12:34:00.000-08:002011-01-20T12:34:22.228-08:00New Cd Release Next Friday. Bringing Friends, New Music and Pizza!!! You Should Come :)<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wA8OWgSmnuY" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="520"></iframe>Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-13252985626339034172011-01-14T20:13:00.001-08:002011-01-14T20:15:00.080-08:00Testimony Video: Whats happened to me in the last 5 months....at least my best explanation<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fcByw9rV0I?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fcByw9rV0I?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="530" height="385"></embed></object>Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-37893352036341265772011-01-04T05:48:00.000-08:002011-01-04T05:48:13.177-08:00Things Change<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" data="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=193982652/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB//" height="100" type="text/html" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=193982652/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB//"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"><object data="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=193982652/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB//" type="text/html" width="400" height="100"></object></object><br />
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Things Change. I started out wanting to be everyone i idolized on TV that glorified the glitzy life while claiming criminal backgrounds that they weren't altogether cut off from. I related with the struggle and the open distaste for injustice. I felt a common bond due to skin color. I wanted to talk like they talk and walk like they walked. I wanted to live what I thought they lived. I looked up to people I believed I knew because they set out to sound known and believed. <br />
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And I was going to be the best at doing what they did. <br />
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Sometimes, whether tangible or not, priorities are things. You have to take possession of and own them. You have to nurture them and build them.<br />
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Things Change.Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014739339605281309.post-16582017533127060892010-12-14T21:57:00.000-08:002010-12-14T21:57:24.207-08:00Welcome to Our World.Please wipe your shoes on the rug, and leave them on the door. A request though is still just a request. Enjoy :)Ruyonga Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748453684513053448noreply@blogger.com0