Born In Hate

I was born in hate

Couldn’t tell you what don’t add up

Because my first day came during

A time Crack was breakfast lunch

And dinner, but the winners

Deny any involvement

So factories and our ability to provide

Didn’t die in the 70’s

Crack wasn’t fed through the system

In the 80’s as if people wasn’t depressed

Let’s not forget three strikes and your out

That’s the game played and we batted

A perfect game, sold what was giving

In hopes we die, instead that was 5-10

10-20 depending on quantity

Our seeds being fed crack in pill form

And schools don’t provide skills

That became unpopular since

Fast money, pussy and respect

Made you famous for being sick

Poison beyond your own understanding

So yeah, I was born in hate

Couldn’t tell you the time

I was born watching death plague us

Like biblical times and you had to

Possess the mark of the beast

The same flying demon who

Crashed into two buildings

Failing to make it to the third location

But Amerikkkas equation for persuasion

Was to blame Muslims, Islamic believers

Just like 2019 created a wall

When the seeds of hate are more

A threat, not those escaping death

Those planning mass deaths

Around the time it’s mental for all

Except Ape looking, jive talking

Big pipe slanging thugs as described

So yeah, I was born in hate

Let’s not forget the Uncle and Auntie Tom’s

Pushing hope and peace at demons

Shaking your hand with a false since

Of security now while they’re under

Scrutiny men and women are being

Sent to a cemetery under a lie

Of being a threat behind past actions

Seems like if you wear a badge

And being black makes you piss yourself

Chances are you miss the problem

Sounds like we all was born in hate

Dick~Straction

Let’s not front like

Ass appreciation is all bad

The connotation is a dick~straction

We wonder what’s celebrated

But think of diving in face first

The worst perception is objections

Sexualizing women with a brain

Bad taste they say

Sexualizing women every second

Her ass shakes

You hear the empty rattles of the mind

It’s a dick~straction from the real her

But to honor reality

One must ask why choose dick~straction

First Published Book Fundraising

Divine Intervention: The Black Struggle (Getting Out Your Own Way)

Mental health is beyond a big deal, so is the level of self-hatred, education, but nothing compares to losing your identity and or self-image. I’m speaking from a place where being compared to relatives, what others doing, ultimately made me hate the boy I saw. Now here I am trying to be like everyone else because this was taught in the home. Imagine wondering why what your doing isn’t working and your doing exactly what others are doing. I can tell you from personal experience, it’s painful and your mental state is now compromised.

After everything, I was extremely close to giving up, but I had more faith in me than others. I didn’t want to be bothered with too many people and I was destined to undo what was done. Now how can someone broken be wise enough to understand how twisted, demented, civilization has become. It wasn’t hard because what was always told to me about God, doing what elders say was the way and yet as an adult I will say it was all bullshit. How can a group of elders who lived longer and in harsh conditions and project the energy of “I made it”?

Why do you think you don’t have to address the conditions you watch become a reality and expect broken people to grow through this. All the prayers in the work didn’t stop the destruction of our community, yet, in 2019 we are in need of some serious intervention. With this feeling, I wanted to change my mentality and I didn’t want to go to therapist to do something I can do for myself. So I started writing, putting everything from evil thinking to the highly sexual on paper. Then I came across a process called the seven steps to self mastery.

Now I’m reading the material and I’m being honest with myself. The hardest thing I ever had to do since struggling in public schools, but I began seeing a bigger picture. If I had known struggling as an adult would be my reality, I would of told those thinking what they was teaching me was right to kiss my ass and take the lose. Since no one can physically change the past I had to become harsh with myself, everything I ever done was because of being lost, miseducated, misdirected, and borderline I have to reject empty apologies when it comes to the past.by the time I reached my fourth writing, Divine Intervention: The Black Struggle (Getting Out Your Own Way) became the name of everything I was writing.

On top of the awakening through sexual innuendos and self-mastery, I’ve come to understand why I was confused, lost, angry all the damn time, having thoughts of seriously harming people responsible, and countless problems such as depression, anxiety. In order to liberate anyone, your mind or mental, must be at the point of self mastery so that nothing civilization throws at you will take a lot from your. So here I was, blocking all opportunities because I was allowing myself to flirt with death. After everything prior to this moment, I have put my blood, sweat, and tears into educating the mass about taking back your identity, power, controlling your energy, and ultimately mastering yourself. With your generous support, this series can achieve a promise I made to myself when I first decided to bring black artistry back to Chicago and it’s schools in our community.

I incorporated traditions our forefathers practice with a sense of honesty that makes you hate the speaker but challenges a reality as choose to be stuck in. What happens to us is our responsibility from the individual to the communities we live in. Those too toxic and misguided only exist because of how we choose to love, act as friends, simply put humanity is as foreign a love. Below is the link to help support a move to change the mental state, so we can do more than talk liberation and what we want someone else to do. Your support matters and will change the tide of all involved.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/first-publishing-deal?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet

The ATS EPISODES

The shows format is structured around Nation Building, a HOW TO JOURNEY that needs the energy of those not looking to compete, debate, or move for personal gain. Each episode is geared towards Results as a subtopic.

Starting September 8, 2019

Each show will be posted here three days from the live broadcast. {Links will be added three days prior}

Starting 8, 2019

Community for the show means all is welcomed, ALL BEING PEOPLE WHO ARE BOTH EAGER TO LEARN AND SHARE WHAT’S PROGRESSVE. (FOCUS ON THE TOPIC)

September 8, 2019

Debates and competitive spirits are counter-productive in building a nation.

September 8, 2019

What’s important is that this show will continue to pull no punches as we address our needs, nothing short of how to address personal concerns people don’t want their children around.

September 8, 2019

We don’t exist to become popular, famous, or rich without showing our people how to become self-reliant. Creating generational wealth is part of liberation.

September 8, 2019

No topic is rejected unless it attacks someone’s choice. We are not dictators and no one way benefited a nation alone.

September 8, 2019

We are change, the type of change that speaks the universal language of hope, opportunity, family, self preservation and traditions. We will create our own, for the sake of everything proper that Amerikkka don’t represent for obvious reasons. Don’t wait for the revolution, be the revolution.

September 8, 2019

1. Episode 1: https://www.magisto.com/int/video/bkQNZ0gGBGE0VRxpYw?l=vsm&o=a&c=c

Bandits

Into the night
A group of bandits
Roam the free land
In search of gold
Pillaging all known spots
That holds riches beyond our wildest dreams

So full steam ahead
Into the night
A group of bandits
Roam the free land
In search of gold
And long behold
They reach a mansion
Dripped in darkness
You can tell no water dripped on the soil

Just miles of darkness
And one ryder is frozen with fear

As the bandits roam the free land
One asked are you okay
Looks like you seen a ghost
The ryder replied THAT’S OLD MAN
CARSON PLACE, A CURSED PLACED AT THAT

SO…………
Into the night
A group of bandits
Roam the free land
In search of gold
Except for one
Paralyzed with fear
Stiff as gold and white with terror
As they ride closer
They began to fade away
No memories of existence
Except tales of a group
That took what they wanted

See the daunting task
Was to take what’s needed
Ravaging lands and tribes
As long as they stay in the light
Might I not add to also avoid mansions

One in particular
For greed parish with life
As time erase DNA prints
And life moves on
Except for the curse Ryder
Who was able to leave
After pleads of mercy

Into the night
A group of bandits
Roamed the free land
In search of gold
This team came across
A land cursed by a voodoo priest
Who was rich and loving
Shared with the less fortunate
But trusted none

One day his soul say
CURSE THE LAND
AND REPEAT AFTER ME
WITH THIS HAND
I CURSED THOSE WHO STEAL FROM ME
FOR ALL ETERNITY
AND WITH THIS MOUTH
TALES OF THIS PLACE
WILL FALL ON DEAD EARS
FOR THE FEARS OF OTHERS
WILL KEEP MY GOLD SA……….

“Hand me everything you love
And you will be spared
Dare to be combative
And become collateral damage”
As the bandits leave
This priest grabs one hand
As he repeats the ritual

WITH THIS HAND
I CURSED THOSE WHO STEAL FROM ME
FOR ALL ETERNITY
AND WITH THIS MOUTH
TALES OF THIS PLACE
WILL FALL ON DEAD EARS
FOR THE FEARS OF OTHERS
WILL KEEP MY GOLD SAFE

As the bandit left
He returned to the hideout
He realized he was the only one
So he waited, and waited, and waited
And waited til he forgot why
Returning to the mansion
He asked the priest about
His partners whereabouts

This voodoo priest tells a tale
Of greed, death, curses
And one man destined
To share the parable
Of fools in search of riches
They didn’t earn
And how they stole
From the wrong mothafucka
Now one must live a thousand lives
Reliving his last days while
Civilization holds no records
Of a team of Bandits
Roaming the free land
Looking for gold to take
And was bit by a snake

Hard to take in I’m sure
And I’m also sure your paralyzed
With a unhealthy amount of fear
So return what’s not yours
And you will be free

Just one problem
Everything taken
Was returned
Much to the dismay
Of the bandit
Who wanted to reclaim stolen joys
But toyed with darkness
And lost

Black History Figures: 2019 Memorial Day Edition

The commemorate the celebration of those who died for us, this edition will coincide with Black History Edition article the 2019 edition. Unity will never happened in impoverished elements unless the truth registers, that while our real history highlight our greatness and what can happen when we serve a higher purpose. His story (history) is the good and the bad, full of ego, pride, taught traits, our traditions and everything mimicked today. Rather than competing or segregating from our own under someone else account, opinion or emotional standing, we come from a diverse background of fighters who paved a way for the fight to continue.

Madison Washington

Madison Washington was an enslaved cook who led a slave revolt aboard the Brig Creole in November 1841. He is recognized as the real life Django, having escaped slavery twice.

David Walker

David Walker was a abolitionist, writer, and like many others, an anti-slavery activist. Having witnessed slavery and racism, he wrote a 1829 pamphlet that urged Blacks to fight for freedom and equality. Although many decried his attempts violent, he changed the abolition movement.

Henry H. Garnet

Henry H. Garnet was a prominent member of the movement that led beyond moral suasion towards a more political action. A renowned public speaker, he urged blacks to take action and claim their own destinies. He advocated a kind of black nationalism that included establishing separate sections of the nation to be black colonies.

Alexander Crummell

Alexander Crummell was an important voice within the abolitionist movement and a leader of the Pan-African ideology. He inspired the likes of Marcus Garvey, Paul Laurence Dunbar, and W.E.B. Du Bois. From 1849-1853, Crummell studied at the Queens College, Cambridge and it was during this tenure when he formulated the concept of Pan-Africanism.

Joseph Cinqué

Joseph Cinqué, also known as Sengbe Pieh, was a West African aboard the Spanish slave ship La. Amistad. A married rice farmer of three, he was kidnapped and illegally sold by African Slave Traders in 1839. He was sold twice before the June 30 revolt, where the captain and the cook was killed, the merchants Ruiz and Montez were held as prisoners before being trick into being captured. United States v. Amistad is one of many victories in the U.S. it was deemed that the acts were justified due to being illegally trafficked across the world.

Maria of Curaçao

Maria of Curaçao was a Curaçaoan slave and leader of a slave rebellion on Curaçao, Dutch West Indies in 1716. She was the cook at the plantation St. Maria, owned by the Dutch West India Company, where she prepared the newly captured Africans to be sold into slavery. On 15 November 1716, slaves revolted, killing some of the white staff, including women and children. Her lover, the slave Tromp, under being tortured, that Maria had planned the rebellion as she wanted revenge on the overseer Muller, who was responsible for the death of her spouse. So was executed by burning on 9 November 1716.

Black History Figure: 2019 Edition

Part of educating our people is familiarizing ourselves with our ancestors and their contribution to our nation. Black History Figures was created to ensure the process is affective for understanding the past, today, and what is to come.

Makandal

Makandal (François Mackandal) is known by Haitians as a pivotal forces behind the Haitian Revolution. A practitioner of Vodou, a herbalist, a priest from West Africa, he taught those for the rebellion means to which nature can be used when poisoning the oppressors. He was a runaway slave and a rebel leader in Saint Dominique during the early through mid-eighteenth century. Legend has it that once he taught the other slaves how to poison the oppressors, he poisoned the black collaborators of the plantation before killing the oppressors. One of his methods of teaching involved a yellow, black, and white handkerchief; which each color represented why the rebellion was necessary.

{Yellow= those who owned the land and was annihilated

White=represented the oppressor who killed the aboriginals of the land

Black=represented the prophecy that he received surrounding the start of the Haitian Revolution and victories}

Desmond Tutu

Desmond Tutu is knowing for his rebellion against the apartheid in Africa. His take on mankind is peace amongst the people while acknowledging white supremacy base practices. He wasn’t a stranger to segregation, the treatment of blacks or the wars within other countries.

Dr. Rebecca Lee Crumple

Dr. Rebecca Lee Crumpled was the first Black woman physician in the U.S.. Between 1852 and 1860, she worked as a nurse in Massachusetts before being accepted to New England Female Medical College where she would obtain a M.D in 1864. Her book Book Of Medical Discourses In Two Parts is the first medical text written by a Black author.

Ella Barker

Ella Baker was a civil rights activist who worked for a number of civil rights organizations throughout her lifetime. After graduating as valedictorian from Shaw University in North Carolina, Baker moved to New York City and helped started the Young Negroes Cooperative League. She started working for the NAACP in 1940, and co-founded the organization In Friendship to fight against Jim Crow laws in 1955, the Ella Baker Center reports. In 1957, she was asked to help organize Martin Luther King Jr.’s Southern Christian Leadership Conference and also helped form the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, SNCC, which became one of the biggest human rights advocates in the country.

Daisy Bates

Daisy Bates was a civil rights activist best known for her work on behalf of the Little Rock Nine. Bates and her husband founded the Arkansas State Press, a weekly Black newspaper that advocates for civil rights. She became the president of the NAACP’S Arkansas chapter.

Stono Rebellion

Their leader, Jemmy, was a literate slave. In some reports, however, he is referred to as “Cato”, and likely was held by the Cato, or Cater, family who lived near the Ashley River and north of the Stono River. He led 20 other enslaved Kongolese, who may have been former soldiers, in an armed march south from the Stono River (for which the rebellion is named). They were bound for Spanish Florida.^[3] This was due to a Spanish effort to destabilize British rule, where they (the Spanish) had promised freedom and land at St. Augustine to slaves who escaped from the British colonies.

Jemmy and his group recruited nearly 60 other slaves and killed some whites before being intercepted and defeated by South Carolina militia near the Edisto River. A group of slaves escaped and traveled another 30 miles (50 km) before battling a week later with the militia. Most of the captured slaves were executed; the surviving few were sold to markets in the West Indies.

Social Engineer

I see the affects within your dialect

The importance of opinions

Shadowing proof like tented windows

Now I create a response

A masterpiece of wonders

Like how can we sway power

In our favor

Cleverly disguising our favorite

Desires without prior knowledge

How do magic sway the mind

Fooling the human computer

Into performing deadly labor

While manipulating perception

Of existence and content

What does it mean to create

One portrait of prosperity mentally

While disaster is acted out consistently

Suddenly civilization is confused

Confident within confusion

Shamed by delusion and shattered

Egos as we rip pride through the

Domino effect and clumsy steps

Traps at every turn and whimsy

Fuel of the informational highway

That’s tricks perception

For playing with a desired and fiction

Is my job

I’m a social engineer

Black Magic

Darker the berry

Sweeter the remedy

The hotter the pot

The more potent we are

The wetter the potion

The slippery the rise

The lower I slide

The deeper I insert myself

When I stir the pot

The ground begins to rumble

Every inch that my tongue touch

Brings you closer to me

When I speak in tongues

You cum to the ancestors

Real black magic isn’t in books

We are born gifted

Pulsating Love

Everything about the chain

Screams freedom

Only I’m connected

To her kinetic spirit

Her magnetizing smile

The warmth only duplicated

Between her thighs

As our eyes meet

Wondering if this is it

So she rubs me in all the right places

Graces this ratchet world

With her polarizing persona that

Mirrors the gleam in a waterfall

I’m thirsty

I want to drink from her fountain of youth

May I drink from heaven fountain

As I’m willing to climb every mountain

For a life long sip

She asked me to dip

Into pulsating love

So she can feel forever loved