Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Time (Chapter 1)

Hello America,

Sometimes in life, there are things that require time and there is nothing that can be done to rush things... It simply is what it is.

I took some time for me this weekend, hung out on the North Side of Chicago to see the Blackhawks, keep believing, keep working remembering those Chicago values, hard work and follow through....

Got to see the naked bike ride, which promotes gas conservation and the naked body.

And I wanted to see the Heat/Spurs game but I had a friend in crisis....

And sometimes, it ain't time for games... even the NBA finals.

I expected the Heat to win, I don't think that's a no brainer...  I'm sure some sports journalists were still having a "special moment" in the bathroom about Lebron and this block...  It was a good block, but a sorry dunk, he wouldn't have pulled that with Shaq or Hibbert or Gasol, the dude didn't come up strong enough and come up short...

But the media just like with Obama, for Lebron James is the Obama of basketball and Obama is the Lebron of politics, needs to bail both of them out...

So this weekend, we have to see the "block" and this menacing look from Mr. James, and this quiet Mr. Obama as the media has bailed him out again from IRS scandals and phone scandal by once again victimizing the victim or whistleblower....

The thing about the basketball game is that 30 points or whatever, it's still just one game...

Momentum shifts within a game, a city, a quarter.. and who didn't think it wouldn't be a fight.  At some point, Chalmers was going to do something, he is the only one that will stand up to either of these "Big Three" so he was due....

But the thing I like about the Spurs is one of the things I like about Texas:  we have perspective...

We can take an asswhooping and frankly get back up and arrogantly say "I know you didn't think it was over... did you?"  We used to fighting for our lives with our lives every day...  It's something in the water...

I'm glad frankly it happened, for if it were close, Pop wouldn't be irritated, nor the Spurs, but now they feeling some kind of way... Now when Pop asked for some "nasty" he won't have to ask twice....

I don't feel connected to this final... because I am frankly sick of the corporate machine that pushes Lebron, I know that he will never have my respect as the greatest and I know he does not need it to have his life nor do I need to give it to have mine.  I looked at Howard and a Heat coach, yell and distract a young player from the Spurs...  and in my mind, the time for enjoying the NBA as I know it had ended.

Now it's just as trashy as rap, r&b, my black community, these American values and everything else that I knew had some semblance of purity in my childhood....

Now, I'm almost 40 weeping for all these children from Lebrons, to the Molly Cyrus, to the kids addicted to apps, Mollys, gender diversity, non violence and PC.....

for they can't see what's coming ahead...

They haven't been part of those times...

Slowly but surely, the government, the democrat part of it and the republican part of it is building slave quarters, it's just virtual.. which is why both parties feel comfortable enough to bring in a group of folks used to slavery in these illegals... You don't even have to pretend to lie about freedom and rights with them.  They ain't never known freedom, they don't want to know freedom.

And the lifestyle and debt, these young kids are incurring with no real life skills is going to create generations of helpless sheep....

And while Parents put these kids in all of these programs, to get them a step ahead, they don't realize...

it won't be nowhere to step because with the debt that the President and our corrupt government is putting on us....

I see Christian Pastors working with Muslim Imans... because the cord of keeping women in 2nd place to assuage men's insecurities keeps them bonded.......

So tonight, the victory will not belong to the strong, nor the swift... but he that endureth the longest....

And right now, politically just as in basketball, the key to beating the Lebron James' team of the world as we all saw My Dallas Mavericks do it with no unhealthy Wade, and a Bosh didn't turn into Bill Lambier was endurance...

for every slam and highlight moment the Heat and in particular Lebron makes and the media ejaculates over...

You saw Dirk, Jason Kidd, Tyson, Dewayne, Terry and Marion, simply shake their heads and come up with an answer......

That's the way you beat the Heat, and that's the way you beat Obama and our corrupt government....

You tell God "yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.........."

and you keep walking...

for victory is not in the slam, not the margin of victory... but in enduring the path....

Through the Heat and the Storms that come from Secret Service, or IRS threats, or cars trying to run you over on late night walks......

You walk, you walk proudly, if you get down, you rise up proudly, you crawl, you fight, scratch or whatever you gotta do, whether it's with a hockey stick or a basketball or a campaign....

You bear through the heat, because where there is faith there can be no fear, not a damn drop...

And it's some jerseys out there that say Texas...  That say Chicago.. That say Boston...  places that represent, endurance...

It's going to be a very cruel summer and unlike the song it won't sound so good...

for liberties are being taken by terrorists that wear labels such as DEM or GOP versus Al-Queda and MS-13.. right in our faces..

And those of us who have endured, who know what it takes........  just sit back against the wall, geared up, boots laced, and sing to ourselves...

because we know outside of Obama, nobody else's name that has to be arrested, and tried for treason at the worst and corruption at the least, name is part of the normal terror list... We have names like John, Hillary, Harry, Maxine, Nancy and war heroes... and it will be nasty and brutal and cruel what will have to be done....

But we sit, do you understand Miami Heat, San Antonio Spurs, Boston Bruins, and Chicago Blackhawks...

We sit against the wall until our call comes and we don't get replays, we don't get trophies, we get the labels of traitors and jail cells...

All so this nation can remain free to be as it can be in Hockey or as corrupt as it can be in basketball...

And we don't need no Beats by Dre headphones...

we cry, pray, shake, scream and holla inside and just simply say...

 (Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)

[Verse 1: Fantasia]
You ain't gotta worry 
that I'm going to falter and not be exactly up to par, to par
See my black woman crazy
don't have nothing to with my compliance with my master's call

(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)


[Pre-chorus: Fantasia (Kelly)]
I simply ain't time to cry
To run from my reality
This is my truth
(by default I'm designed to do what I've got to)


{Chorus}
My teammates don't ask where I would be?
Cuz I know they are the keys to my prosperity
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
I don't need no stats, no mentions, not a little
Cause when those are w me win by default see
Where would you be without me?
That ain't part of my championship dribble
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
Real champs know it's really just that simple

Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na


[Verse 2: Kelly Rowland]
Yes the media highlights all of his big moves
But it don't stop s*** that I do
For I know endurance is the key to this game
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
My team understands wins don't come without strife
backing down, we ain't about that life
We far from done, we so not blind
So don't ask why, we define gametime
Oh, oh

[Pre-chorus: Fantasia (Kelly)]
I simply ain't time to cry
To run from my reality
This is my truth
(and by default I'm designed to do what I've got to)


{Chorus}
My teammates don't ask where I would be?
Cuz I know they are the keys to my prosperity
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
I don't need no stats, no mentions, not a little
Cause when those are w me win, I win see
Where would you be without me?
That ain't part of my championship dribble
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
Real champs know it's really just that simple

Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na

[Verse 3: Missy Elliot]
At some point, it ain't what he did
it's about you becoming fearless
Its about playing  your world
To give out Chris Brown #dueces
So Maddow don't have excuses
To deny that you hit you it
13th inning like a Red Sox misfitted
If there is doubt, then you useless
Like a morning after pill 3 months pregnant
It's time to produce nothing but your best
Otherwise, you bullsh**tting fans, ain't cool man
It's so simple it's complex
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ain't about who matching up who G-Money
In champ math, 4 wins does equal one hundred[Pre-chorus: Fantasia (Kelly)]
I simply ain't time to cry
To run from my reality
This is my truth
(and by default I'm designed to do what I've got to)


{Chorus}
My teammates don't ask where I would be?
Cuz I know they are the keys to my prosperity
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
I don't need no stats, no mentions, not a little
Cause when those are w me win, I win see
Where would you be without me?
That ain't part of my championship dribble
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
Real champs know it's really just that simple

Without Me (Fort Hood's yell)
Written by Tiffani E. Mims ASCAP licensed...

What I am saying is this...  I don't care about who wins... I'm lying, Ray Allen don't need a ring for hurting the team that gave his ass a chance at the first one... but that's me...

What is important that each one of the men that put on a jersey tonight, NOT A SUIT, but a jersey, play to the max...

San Antonio is home, to Fort Hood, where soldiers were murdered and because of the religion of the suspect, NOTHING WAS SAID OR DONE ABOUT IT, it was swept under the rug, and our soldiers, who are only getting fed TWICE A DAY, get to watch this two series, and the last thing they need to see is a team giving up over a got damn block.....

because despite IAD's, friendly fire, their own personnel killing them in their own base, 

THEY DON'T GIVE UP TRYING TO KEEP OUR FLAG UP WHERE EVER THEY LAY THEIR HEAD...

WHETHER OUR FIRST LADY IS OR AIN'T PROUD OF THEM,

WHETHER WE CURSE THEM OUT AS KILLAHS, OR PRAISE THEM AS PATRIOTS...

And the least we can do for these soldiers in the uniforms we recognize, and for soldiers like myself in ones most don't.........

IS GIVE THEM THE RESPECT OF PLAYING EACH MINUTE, EACH POSSESSION LIKE IT MATTERS, SCREW THE SCORE....

BECAUSE ON THE BATTLE FIELD THEY PLAY ON, THEY DON'T GET AN INTERMISSION, NOR A HALFTIME, NOR OVERTIME OR A SERIES....

THEY GET ONE SHOT, ONE CHANCE... TO REMOVE SOMEONE'S LIFE...

SO WE CAN ARGUE AND DEBATE MEANINGLESS SHIT LIKE OBAMA OR LEBRON...

I AIN'T ASKING FOR NASTY TONIGHT...

I'M ASKING FOR RESPECT FOR THE FOLKS THAT MAKE THE WAY FOR ALL OF US....

Because soldiers die... so you all can sleep safely to judge, demonize and disrespect every value we used to have...

And all we get to enjoy in this little world is a couple of games, and a couple of drinks with our brothers and sisters before history writes us off as monsters..

The least you all can do is play worth a shit...






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