Friday, May 18, 2012

The Book of Sacrifice (Chapter 6)

Hello America,

Have you been enjoying the truths from our brothers of all colors?

I sure have....

I am going to get a tad bit political......... and then we getting right back into mix.

We have a flagrant foul 2, we have some folks that need some time in the penalty box, which in this case is direct sticks, checks from my mouth ;)

Let's start out with quick story.

God, Jesus, the Devil, and like 50 homies, every body from mobsters, rappers, housewives, folks you never heard of, all in the studio after I wrote last..........

It is just one of those nights in the studio.........

And one of the homies ask God "You gonna let her let it ride, how you know who you have already said gonna win?"

And the room gets quiet......

The homie is not being disrespectful, just honest.

God smiles "Champions got will and a vision and they believe in that..........  Happens everytime"

And the party resumes......

Me, Jesus and inner circle back writing today's post, we taking the Sgt.  Quintana's truth, Keith Urban's theme, and already got the next song on the block Gym Class Heroes......

God comes to me and says "T let me holla at you for a minute.........."

"You can't post the second lesson yet........  You can't do Gym Class yet........  I am sorry, I know you on a roll right now, but I am not asking  that you trust me, I am demanding it"

God puts his hands on my shoulder and looks me in the eye.

And I respond simply with an "A'right... You the man..... Can I keep working on it though"

God responds brightly, "Fo' sho........"

When I get home after my time in heaven, as for those who are new these are dreams and bear with me, for errors I am being hacked to no end this morning, had to switch to another device.


When I get home, Tupac Shakur and I are watching the game, the OKC game, although he is doing most of the watching and I am writing my paper.


He asks "If you chose I-35, if you saying can't nobody mess with that pipeline, why write for everybody?  Even hockey?"


'Pac is nosy.............


I put what I'm doing and I say "They(any team) gotta want it for themselves, the will and a vision, they have to have.  Real champs believe in that"


And in that moment, God sends me a link, to a politico story about Jeremiah Wright with a caption that says..........You can't move forward, yet please address.


That is the truth.

That is a true story.

Let me just say this so we can get back to what we need to do.

Romney's campaign WAS SUPPOSED TO CONSIDER THE WRIGHT STRATEGY.

WHY BECAUSE YOU EXPLORE ALL OPTIONS, ESPECIALLY FROM A SOMETIMES BLACK PRESIDENT WHO TELLS BLACK FOLK TO STOP COMPLAINING OUTSIDE OF CAMPAIGN TIME.

YOU SUPPOSED TO NOT REALLY WANT TO NOT USE IT BECAUSE IT IS A TOTALLY LEGIT COMPLAINT AND BEEF.

BUT YOU CAN'T......

Because the folk the came up with the strategy and the one they are using it for are white............

But I am not, so let me say what Obama ain't black enough sometimes to say, Wright nor his surrogate that promotes him in Dallas, Frederick D. Haynes and the Friendship West Baptist Church can't say.

So what?

Romney ain't running to be the Pastor of your church,  the author of your dreams, the father of your children,  the designer of your beliefs.

First point.

Second Point, for Rev. Wright, if you Pastor Haynes and the rest of you all , light-skinned negroes ;)  black joke, sorry that have such a propensity for being so damn angry all the damn time.

TAKE YOUR ASS BACK TO AFRICA TO RUSSIA, TO JAMAICA TO ENGLAND.

to where ever don't say America.

The door closed but it sure as hell ain't locked.

Rev. Wright, don't pay your bills black folk and the nut some of you all call President believes in what Roger Baldwin believes in Socialism, being broke together for you.

BECAUSE HE AND MICHELLE AIN'T MISSED A CHANCE TO RUN YOUR DAMN TAX DOLLARS INTO THE GROUND YET.

Its done son........

It's over.

Now Jeremiah, Barack or Frederick come tell me I'm not black enough, screwed over enough by this country to not just say what I did.  I ain't that hard to find.

We are building a mighty force of brotherhood through our men in jerseys and the women that love on them and support them, and frankly protect from groupies like myself......... Hey, I am still a woman, I couldn't even watch the Celtics game, all that confidence and aggression.  Mercy.  We all know Paul and Kevin are my crushes from back in the day... So no favorites.

Anywhoo

Now that we have gotten that out of the way.

Let's give game balls to Royce's Dad on basketball wives, for saying some things about life and motherhood being about making sacrifices of entertaining men that are obviously just there for some pub around his grandson.........

Amen brother!  Damn how Royce cries the truth is needed.

Tami from basketball wives, who in her own way, trying to turn Kesha into something she is not... into a fighter not to fight her but to prepare for life because there are going to be times in life, where you can't just fold, you can't just run away and money or hood status don't have anything to do with that.

Amen Sister!

Larry Bird,

a man who had the chance to be the ultimate arrogant white boy to say I dunked, I passed, I shot, I did all that ....

but built a team built on the premise of a team.....

Amen Brother Bird!  Amen!!!!!!!! Proud of you, we need your truth.

And the Last game ball,

goes to Tim Duncan...........

not for no play in the game......

But for being mad as hell winning by four, LET ME REPEAT,

FOR BEING MAD AS HELL BY WINNING BY JUST FOUR because his acts show the lesson we shall see this weekend as I will not write until Monday.

Let's go....

I don't have much time.

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Heinz Ketchup to God's Campaign
Grown men gonna do more than just graise
Keep chunking free throws during crunch time
You'll be ugly bubbah sparks gucci mane
I don't need dreds to be a T Pain
You need to get on the same pagee
Every time still plotting like North pushing contra aid
Game 1 and 2 don't mean the series won
Every team still playing got a chance for his story
You playing with men now son
Whose game may have apple #sour
But still sweet enough to make you cower
It take a champ to end the dreams of men
You ni***s is playing, if you think General Norman
Aint storming, you aint one of the chosen
Cant say you no Jordan, till end the dreams of those men.

[Hook]

My God Please Have Mercy
For My truth in  Jersey
So they can show yo
That it ain't over till 4 See?

My God Please Have Mercy
For truths through Jersey
So they can show yo
That it ain't over till 4 see?

For it is the will and a vision that champs to start to see
That the truth is in four not two or three, G
And that it takes four times to pound, before you get to hear that champion sound
(So) Believe


Aint no team won s*** yet.............

Let me repeat ain't no team won s*** yet

Not in hockey, not in basketball and until you can send a team and a city home..........

You just bumping your gums.

Real Champs know that it takes a quad to beat a squad.

Two or three just won't do.,

Actually, I am going to write tomorrow.

Throwing the game ball up.................

Putting the puck down on the ice...................

And letting the Men who wear the Jerseys tell us all the story I am trying to get the Obama campaign to realize.

When its all on the line, baby, its all on the floor.............






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