Nikolai Berdyaev
Nikolai Alexandrovich Berdyaev (/bərˈdjɑːjɛf, -jɛv/;Russian: Никола́й Алекса́ндрович Бердя́ев; March 18 [O.S. March 6] 1874 – March 24, 1948) was a Russian religious and political philosopher.
Biography
Berdyaev was born near Kiev in 1874 into an aristocratic military family. His father, Alexander Mikhailovich Berdyaev, came from a long line of Kiev and Kharkov nobility. Almost all of Alexander Mikhailovich's ancestors served as high-ranking military officers, but he himself resigned from the army quite early and became active in the social life of Kiev aristocracy. Nikolai's mother, Alina Sergeevna Berdyaeva, was half French, coming from top levels of both French and Russian nobility. Greatly influenced by Voltaire, Berdyaev's father was an educated man that considered himself a free thinker and expressed great skepticism towards religion. Nikolai's mother, Orthodox by birth, was in her views on religion more Catholic than Orthodox. He spent a solitary childhood at home, where his father's library allowed him to read widely. He read Hegel, Schopenhauer, and Kant when only fourteen years old and excelled at languages.
Podcasts:
On My Own
by: Brodha VThe first time I ever wrote a rhyme people laughed
My friends called me impetuous and a little brash
Local rockers were dissing cause I was spittin raps
My father said it's a fantasy, it would never last
I couldn't stop, giving up was irrational
Was skipping meals to save up and build a capital
Discriminated by fiends for bein broke
Subject to jokes, I was in need of neat clothes
Life was provocative, opposite of how it is not
For those who contradict to seek solace in God
Like I was targetted, with some chronic hate
Pretended I'm fine, while everybody walked away
My first ever gig and nobody was there to support me
But for my brother Smokey and his homie who barely had known me
I went ahead and eventually ripped the mic
Ended up making a 100 fans in a single night, now
I'm On My Own
And till this day, I never gave up
I'm On My Own
God never makes mistakes, he is only testing you
Just to see how much of courage and confidence rests in you
So I just, strengthen myself and rinse my soul
Hold onto faith, keep my inner senses bold
Unlike the, people who quite unsatisfied with life
With suicidal minds lying that dying is right
Uh, I reach for the stars, planets and galaxies
A kid on the road to becoming a masterpiece
But, right when I decide it's high time I drop bombs
They fail to recognize Hip Hop as an art form
They love it when they get to see women displaying chests
But not when I sing about it earning my paychecks
These, two faced people I co exist with
Some with enough hate they even wish death
Who cares, I'm doing movies, and I'm singing for stars
While you jealous, I'm chilling with celebs you worshiped as Gods
Now, Backstabbers return to shake hands
And tell me why they'll love me forever and stay friends
I'm searched for like I'm the one to be seeked
Then I'm showered with hate by every soul that underachieves
The most important lesson I learnt while I was growing
Up, was to trust nobody but myself alone
Burried my ego underground as I aim for the sky
And got my head up high till the day that I die
I'm On My Own
And till this day, I never gave up