Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Book of Transitions (The Last Stand Part 8)

Hello America,

I am sorry that it took me so long to write.....

I went to church Sunday......... and the words God spoke to me......

Hurt.......

Comforted............

and Made Me Do Some Soul Searching........

I never write at night......... Especially during spring and summer months, the spirits already up, they won't let me sleep up unless I leave the lights on.........

Writing at night, when most are sleep but those who don't mind running with the spirits.....

There was a time in my life where I didn't mind running with the best of them, but since I have a job and homework that I am supposed to be doing.  I try to chill.

We are going to do things a little different today...........

3 Songs today......  Sometimes you get messages in a song, that you can't just saying straight up.

Who are these songs for?  Mark Cuban, Dallas and the Texas Rangers............ as well as for you America.

This is a period of transition for me, for my city, for this nation, for my party.

The book of Sacrifice will start and Keith Urban's song will be the thesis for the book.  I am going to do something different in that book.  I want pop.  I want to let the pop world know, I'll have my ascap in a couple of weeks and I want in......  I want country, I want rap, I want r&b.  I want the charts.

But in order to that, I must respect of who gives me my power, God.

God said to me, how can you have a book about sacrifice and not put those in it who it every day?

So this book will last the entire playoff season, NHL and NBA and will include real life interviews from those who put it on the line everyday, police officers, soldiers, and others.........

Their words will influence the games, their words will dictate the pace..........

But for now, let's get back as this will stand until Wednesday.

One of the voices that I was raised on is singing the national anthem for the Rangers against the Yankees

That of Deacon Joe Fair..........

His tenor is one of the voices in my head that has remained a constant no matter what transitions as I have gone through in life.

I ask that you catch that, see a little of my world and what Good Street Baptist Church has been privileged to hear for decades.

The man throwing the ball will be State Senator Royce West and while he is no longer a member of Good Street it is politicians like him who I grew up around......... who I learned the meaning of doing what is required for the job you want......

The word from yesterday came from Ecclesiastes 8:12

Though a sinner does evil a hundred times, and his days are prolonged, yet I surely know that it will be will with those who fear God, who fear before him.

To me, this verse addresses the age old question we all have for God, why you let that ******** whatever you need to fill in make it?

Why I gotta go through all this?  This one smoking crack in bathroom, shooting meth in the living room, snorting heroin in the car is the one who get the endorsements, wins the elections, gets the jobs....

The one who call everybody but the will of God get it, God, why?

The pastor is going through a transition himself........... he's losing his job at a time where too many churches ain't hiring as the new Pastor Eddie Jenkins from Chicago is coming...... the church membership is jumping ship to other churches because with the likes of Frederick Haynes who has Jeremiah Wright down on a regular basis....on one end of town, and the infamous "Bishop" in T.D. Jakes on the other end.....  real easy to go to a church and blend in the masses than put in the work of rebuilding a church........

The Pastor mentioned something about something running to a town where don't know nobody know them and how that was unnecessary..........

But when a man says God puts words on his heart and mouth to say and he don't understand why I believe him.........

The point of the sermon was despite all things, everything was to be allright.

But the meat of the sermon, I want to address today is how are you going to fight your enemies if you don't know them?

Let me repeat, how are you going to fight your enemies, if................ you dont know them?

Some of us, got enemies all around us, we call them friends, homies....... President ;) Congresspersons...... Commissioners......

Some of us got angels away from us, because they tell us the truth, point out the things we don't want to hear.

So I am sitting in church,

and I'm crying because I'm worried about folk thinking I'm bitter, that I don't recognize God for who he is, that I'm leaving because I am some little girl that don't have the courage to hold her head high......

I am going to share a little bit of the convo I had with God

I head up to heaven, I don't even bother to even stop at the metal detectors......  I'm heated (meaning I have firearms).....    I go first to this dude's room as I assume everyone goes to heaven......and I knock on it.


He opens, he looks at me, sits back down in his chair and he says "Sooner or later, you was going to have to come to me, despite what you think I am the man..........."


I reply "I would hope so because I just had a shower this morning....... and I'm loving what I saw...... the absence of testicles..... but we ain't got time for that, come on, let's go"  I knock on the door with the butt of my gun, to let him know I mean business........


He doesn't move, looks me dead in the eye "And says, do you know who I am, do you know even from the grave I'm running the Presidential election, do you know unlike Tupac I really was shot 5 different instances and I still lived a long time....... I don't fear guns"


I sit on a chair across from him and take off my glasses as I'm rocking the DKNY's....... and contacts.  I look him dead in the eye and say "I know who you are, who your family is, and trust me I would have even needed a .22 just a bucket of water and you would have been in that upper room with Mahalia long before your brothers.......  This ain't about you, one way or another, you are going to get up"


He looks at me and laughs, I look at him and don't.


By now God's security is at the door, but the man's smile leaves as he sees that I am dead serious and there is no help coming for him.  For in heaven, he is just a man, higher than no other.


I knock on God's door, I ask the man to sit in a chair behind me, and God is at his desk.......


I say to God "This what you think of me?  You think I'm petty and mean...... You think I'm running to Chicago because I can't hold my head high in Dallas? No disrespect, I'm just a mortal, this what you think of me?"


I'm trying to hold my hurt and anger in but I can't.  There are no lies, no hiding with God.


I point to the man "Yes, I want to kick his a**, bring him back to earth, try him along with Obama, Reid, Pelosi and the rest of the terrorist and make Romney admit this is the man who made him........ "


The man replies "And you wonder why you won't be up here anytime soon........."


I glare, God stares and raises his hand........  That's all it takes with God is a moment to remind one of the things NOBODY ELSE KNOWS or could prove ;)


"You think God, I'm running because I am ashamed of myself here? That's what you sent me to church to hear.....  "


God is quiet........  and so am I as by now, I am standing up.........


After awhile he simply says "No.........."


"But........ you can't get mad at folk for wondering......why or feeling like you are that way, you don't smile, you don't go out, you just work...... and work.......and work......."


"God show this man my heart I ask, let him see there is no malice, that although there is frustration because I am human, let him see that my trust in you, my faith in you lies supreme over all that rules my heart.  Let him see that I ain't running to Chicago because I fear Dallas or my past........  Let him see that because of his evil ways that his President, his boy is the one I have to go to save my life...... For it wasn't President Obama that allowed the identity theft of my name to go on this long....... It was Clinton and it was Bush....... and that's the only reason I am leaving because as long as I'm here, the fraud will never end......


Let him see that I work because you said in the next chapter that the race is not to the seift nor the battle to the strong.....  but he that endureth the longest....  Make him see. That my heart is full of love for Dallas and I have to end this to save my people, my city, my nation"


God touches my hand and touches the man's hand.  And I look in the man's eyes while God does...


And it goes from surprise to bewilderment to acknowledgment but not the level of respect I want, and I understand..... I ain't earned it.....


I give my guns to God " I don't want these no more........"


The man asks "Why, don't you know where you are going?"


I reply "Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil....."


The man asks God who was that.


God smirks........... More than likely the next President.


My point is that in life.........

You don't get what you want without earning it.

Some of us want salvation.............

Some of us want that Audi 8........ (I'm sorry that car calls me in my dreams...........)

Some of us want that climax...........

Some of us want respect..

I need you all in Dallas, that know me, that thought I would never leave to understand it ain't because I can't raise my head here, I am leaving.

It is because I can.

I am going to run for President and even though I don't think it matters, appearance does, the way I dress and carry myself does.......

You want to learn the truths of man, you go to LA, the streets New York, of style, Chicago.....

You have to do the things that you don't agree with because you have to earn the respect of your peers, and your enemies.......

They don't emerge until you do what you supposed to do.

Rangers....... y'all  being the AL champs don't matter because the Madison babies darling in town.  Y'all just went to the world series twice and had to bribe ESPN to give you some night games and national games.  Fox gave the Yankees weekly rotation......... they getting more spins than Beiber......

God says so what?

Do what you do.

Do what you got you there, do what makes you the number one team in baseball.........

Be brothers in the fight......

Dallas.

We have to end this dysfunction and I'm sorry to all of those who get insurance, who get the things they need from my identity, I'm sorry because of the failure of city, state and federal law enforcement felt that compassion including ignoring criminal acts.........

But I have to what I have to do.

I have to do what got me to this point in life, I have to do the things that make my words affect Presidential decisions, affect marketing rates, playoff rotations.......

Be vigiliant in my fight..........

Mark Cuban,

I am going to say this to you and to Dallas, and to Texas one song........

and then I'm gone until Wednesday.....

Brother, I love you.........  We all do, but it's time for you to be a boss, you can't hang around men whose paychecks you sign.........

You can't be in the huddle.

You want to be taken seriously, acknowledge your age,

41 ain't 14, its 41 and what is wrong with that, do you  know how many soldiers won't see that day so that you can?  And you ashamed of it?

You want to be taken seriously by free agents but you commenting on things that have no place in your teams's playoff runs...... Who cares what you think about Olympic basketball?  You on the squad......?

Right now, you just like how I used to be Mark, ALL MOUTH, but it comes a point a time to......

JUST SHUT UP, ACCEPT THE WAY THIS IS HOW THE WORLD WORKS, WE ALL DO MARCUS, WE ALL HAVE TO KNOW OUR PLACE...... ME NOR YOU GET TO BE IN THE HUDDLE, AND IF THE TEAM, THE ORGANIZATION DON'T HAVE EVERYONE IN THEIR PLACE......... HOW CAN WE THROW DEUCES?  Look at the Rangers game tomorrow.......
Where is Nolan? is he on the commercials or his players, helping his brothers get checks because they putting their bodies on the line, not him.

Where is Tiffani? is she dressing like a bum these days, nah she in the house wearing heels for an hour daily  like a damn fifth grader because for the job she wants, no air maxes allowed.
 you gotta earn the respect, and do what the Rangers gotta do tomorrow



Time to start the round
And now you got klout!
But all that counts
Is here and now
We all are glad and thankful that you came
 upgrade your game!

You want to make us see, make us see
That you did all the work and wear a big ass MC
but the game requires growth baby cant you see
So you gotta dress the part so that all can see

Time to step up now
Take maturity  by the hand
Just trying to make you think
Peep it if you can
We have such  little time,
Dress is pimping so they say,
Cuz it speaks  your way,
Cant you see whats all at stake,
Time to raise your game

 the sun goes down
The bats come out
And strike counts
 its here and now
These haters ain't trying to see you mane
Upgrade your game
Make 'em feel your name

When you step up yo'  s***, peep it T
You pack them bags for them Yank ass ees
Let your game, not your mouth, look well on you g
That way not even Magic and ESPN can spin it see?

Time to show not talk right now
Let your game speak with your hand
Throw the game a kink
Be grown ass man
Put something on these haters mind,
Then it won't be no need to say,
That I did the work okay?,
Just like Big T, to remake,
Upgrade is the plan

The word around
concerns your mouth
But  game is what counts
its here and now
We all can't be players in the game
Upgrade your game
Make 'em feel your name

We glad you came
We love your mane
But it's time to brang
A grown ass game

 The sun goes down
the lights come out
 game is all that counts
Time to be champs now
Let the world see your growth, i'm saying
They'll feel your name
Upgrade your game


Rangers when you hit that field tomorrow...... understand that AL CHAMPS is on your jersey.........


not theirs............


Understand that from how you walk into the stadium, from you walk on the field......... to the lessons that you hear from that tenor's voice from high to low.........


You've upgraded your game..........


Make them feel your name...........


Dallas as you see to prepare me leave, it ain't out of hate, I love you, it ain't your fault, what happened, it was God's will........


Understand as you look at me with hurt and anger because you thinking that I'm taking away things you can't replace........ there is a God saying everything, AND I DO MEAN everything will be allright..........


Mark , baby we all know your name, we want to respect you,


but this Dallas love, we do grown ass men, who love their roles.  You not a player, you an owner trying to be a boss, can't ask or be mad at anyone to respect you as one when you dress like a child and afraid to claim the years God bless you with.


You sign the checks,


but the name says Dallas.......


and your mouth will not cost us this season before we started......


Quiet as it is kept, we would have beat the bulls and they know it, we sat two starters and even had dominque on the floor.......  Watch the tape, look at Noah's eyes and claps in every moment they pulled ahead.........


they know..........


ESPN know.......


the players know.........


time for you to know..........


We all have found our places and our roles, Mark, time for you to Upgrade your game!


Last year, you shut up,  This year, baby dress up ;)


respectfully superstition......... I'm leaving dude, you don't have to worry about acknowledging me.


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