1In the beginning was THE WORD, and THE WORD was with THE ALAHAYAM, and THE WORD was THE ALAHAYAM. 2The same was in the beginning with THE ALAHAYAM. 3All things were made by HIM; and without HIM was not any thing made that was made. 

“I saw in the night visions, and, behold, one like the son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the ANCIENT OF DAYS and they brought HIM near before HIM.”

Poetry For The Oppressed

I wrote this when I was being conspired against by the D.S.S. to keep my children after they were unlawfully stolen away from me. The thing that got me was the racist whites, the very vigilante civilian police, made up of racist whites and coons alike and the overall coonism in and out of the churches, both black and white and the way they always had some overused cliché’ from the Bible, to explain to me how I should be reacting to the way things were being done to me, concerning my children. They always had something stupid to say, that didn’t have anything to do with the situation at hand. Had I known or had they known to tell me who I really was, it might have made sense, to me to wait on YAHAWAHSHI. But even then their idea of waiting on G.O.D. was waiting on white J.e.s.u.s., who was coming to also save the very oppressor, who had my children as well. So don’t hate them. Love them and hope they do right. Their advice was always to me,  just something they heard, like, “put G.O.D. first, HE’LL work it out, we can’t do it, only G.O.D. can.” But G.O.D. didn’t do it to me in the first place!!!! Man did, but I had to sit back and wait for The G.O.D. to get me out of it! I guess I should have missed all the court dates in the court of un-law that man had set up, too and just let G.O.D. do it! But I knew it was only them being used by the white man to keep me inline! Like the time I went to this all white church one Sunday with one of my girlfriends. She wanted to be a preacher. I could tell by looking at them that these were the whitest of white people!!!! They would be the ones marching against abortion, but wouldn’t step one foot on the march against Jim Crow, or cop murders of black people. You only don’t have to obey the government policies, when it pertains to something white people want to protest. Cause we all know they’re white , they said so and G.O.D. is on their side. I am Strongly against abortion, then, now and have Always been, but I don’t hold that sin above the rest of Babylon/America’s sins. They will pull out Jude and other books of the Bible that teach against standing up against governments. that never told them This! Matter fact, according to my knowledge Now!!!! It never told them Anything!!!! And I’m sure, I know, that I think it was not talking about standing up for the right! I’m sure Jude was not going to bend to the GOVERNMENT or anybody else who was saying for him not to preach that gospel he rightly preached! I knew those people, I knew exactly who they were, but for the sake of this day and a noble time to come, I asked the pastor back then to help me expose what the D.S.S. was doing to me, get behind my organization and help me get my kids back. He told me that the Bible says for us as Christians to obey the laws of the land and that we were not supposed to go against governments and people in power and what not. “Do you feel that Dr. King should not have marched for our freedom against the injustices of Jim Crow? I asked. Do you feel that Israel should sit back and not fight for what they believe in? I Know you think the Arabs should”. I knew who that Devil was!!!! He told me that G.O.D. was the one to do things, straighten out things and put people up and down. I said, “and we do nothing?” (Question/slash statement.) But let somebody had had his kids on the wrong! Let a judge or somebody make what they consider to be a wrong judgment about something. I bet right to this day, he will go head strong against a gay marriage, no matter what the law says. Especially since a black man is president and I know Darn Well even if President Obama had been Republican, he was Notgonnavoteforhim! “Okay. I said. Thank you very much. And you have a blessed life, too.” And he never saw me in his church, again. I remember one Sunday asking my friend, his member, to take me to the jail to see a girl who had heart trouble, who was put in there on what I believe was some bull crap, too. She was a white girl, so I knew she would get out of it, eventually, but I also knew Conquered N.C. had to get its’ GOD/Money from the case, first. I remembered how important visitors are to people behind bars, because I had spent ten months there, in that same jail on Conquered North Carolina B.S. When I asked my friend to take me to see the girl, she said she would be late going to this same church full of white people, where she and her family were the only black people there and the white pastor had no concern for her or any real life problems and probably wished she and her family would never come back. She then, insinuated that I was the vehicle of the devil, being used to keep her from making it to church. I thought about what YAHAWAHSHI said about when I was sick and in prison and ye visited me not and I thought to myself, how Dare she?!?! I thought about the two or three times in ten months that she came to see me, once or twice, when I first got there and another time, months later. I thought about the lack of concern she showed me, while she talked about G.O.D. so much and trying to tell everybody else how to live and what they should do. But I let it alone for a noble time and another day when she would need some help from somebody and it would be more important to that person who could help her, whose help she needed to get to the church-house to listen to everything the pastor would preach about, been preaching about and would continue to preach about every Sunday, that neither he nor his congregation were going to do! I didn’t wanna say J.e.s.u.s. or G.o.d.. because it all seemed so fake to me, but I wasn’t in the truth, so I didn’t know anything to else to call them, except Yahweh and Yahshuah. I didn’t even know that the girl I was going to see, poor thing, was a devil by default. I just knew that I had made a promise to the girl and I intended to keep it. 

So I walked the three miles to the jailhouse myself, from the little preacherette house. Do not get me wrong. I always knew my ALAHAYAM was in control and it is HE who is our help and vain is the help of man, but YAHAWAH uses man. And has already given man the commandments of how to live and be of help to other man. And they’ll take one little scripture about being still and seeing the salvation of G.O.D., to release themselves of any and all responsibility to do anything to help themselves or anybody else. But I believe YAHAWAH intervenes, where man cannot. Or Will Not. My mother always used to say, The L.o.r.d. Helps Those Who Help Themselves. I used to ask myself, how Mommy gone just come up with that? That’s not in the Bible! I ain’t never seen that in the Bible?! I didn’t know at the time, that even though that quotation was not in the Bible, verbatim, she was really quoting scripture, because The Bible says that Faith without Works Is Dead! I don’t think, but I Know that YAHAWAH would not see us sit and do nothing, because faith without works Is dead! I have to have Some faith in THE MOST HIGH, or else, where would I get the strength to write these things, when I could end Up Like Dr. King, my Self?! As I walked out of the church that day, I thought to myself, "and so This is what my friend was rushing to, and couldn’t even stop to help another human being who was hurting! Rushing, getting to This?!?! To get Here?!?!" It was interesting though, that my friend was so gung ho to go to this church on Sundays, take her children and pay her money to this white man, who had nothing to offer her or me, but I bet his secret Gospel, (not the one he uses when company comes, I mean the secret one,) is that we (black people) came from monkeys or heathens at best, anyway! 

Now, I expected these things from the white man and their attitudes did not surprise me. What was strange to me though, in that time and in this state of North Carolina, was the way the blacks latched on to the B.S. and thought somebody liked them! Yeah, they liked them, alright! Truth is, They LOVED Them, In Their Place! To me, the whole thing was a post Antebellum, Nightmare!!!! That I was alone in!!!! So I wrote this poem, The Legend of Sleepy Shallow and I also wrote at this time, North Carolina Cut the Cheesin! Now this version is upgraded, but not most of it. A Word here, A Word there. One or Two small Additions. I added a part in there that pertains to that Devil, George Zimmerman and what he did to our little brother Trayvon Martin. RIP Young King. A lot of folk probably don't like the part about just being dark. But it's too bad, because unfortunately, the main characters in my colorist stories, the main ones usually prejudiced against people my complexion and darker, are other dark-skinned  people. It's been instilled in them at a young age and permeated by the Edomite culture.  At the end of the day, the poem is not about light skin and dark skinned. It's more so about white skin and black skin and all skins contribution to the downfall of one race, through racism and self hatred. So go write you a poem, where you can speak from your lived experience. Meanwhile, I'm speaking from mine. Most of the changes in this poem are more so, where I put certain phrases or how I use them. But… How in the world, I knew that Donald Trump would become a future, political figure is beyond me. At the time that I wrote this poem, he was nothing more than a racist, billionaire T.V. show host, who hated black people, always said to them, “You’re Fired”, in order to never have to give credit to their brilliance. And it was pissing me off, actually, that they even felt they had to subject themselves to him, in order to be great or to be recognized.  

Have you ever heard of the legend of Sleepy Hollow? Well, this is about 

The Legend of “Sleepy Shallow”

Whites, riding, not on horses, unmasked, there’s no need to be, they’ve convinced blacks riding in steel slave ships that racism is a thing of the past, while they laugh last

No more brotherly relationships, just brownie points and chocolate turning more into Chips

just the same old rat-race in your steel slave ship with the best make, steering wheel, body and brakes 

to the best perpetual house-nigger place 

to slam the best perpetual plantation door in the face

and Mister Charlie busy keeping up with your pace,

in The Legend of Sleepy Shallow

Blacks, legends in their own minds, with 3D’s,

Degrees, Diplomas and Deficits,

“Functional illiterates”,

Who’ve been allowed to carry brief-cases

And do lunch with the smiling faces,

Because they are asleep, ineffectual, controllable house-niggers

In The Legend of Sleepy Shallow, 

Awaiting and hating, laying in wait

Eliminating, abating a single trace of the race of their forefathers who died

Backbitten, front smitten, kicked in the side

In The Legend of Sleepy Shallow,

Heritage torn apart,

just like my heart

Not by an enemy, 

but by like-kinsmen-of-me

Chests stuck out with pride, 

Smile a yard wide, because they’ve helped to kill me and lied

Laughing upon themselves their own woe

As if the blood from the broken valve, in my broken heart  would make them all as white as snow

Same skin as me, Same woemen and men as me

In The Legend of Sleepy Shallow

Accusing and abusing

And then they start using, 

the name of J.e.s.u.s. C.h.r.i.s.t. as the excuse

for the abuse

Cause with mine enemy they’ve long called a truce

Where no cease fire or agreement and no reparation was made, 

Just a” good job, nigger” pat on the back and a smiling face was the trade

Blacks, on supreme behavior, 

but not for the SAVIOR, 

But for the white-supremist in disguise

Preferring me to wait, until the day of fate when all of G.O.D.’s children will arise!!!!

Glorying in their shame and not in their name

Learning to eat asses, marrying the masses and the massa’s daughter when she came

Making the daughter of Judah a trouble door,

With spit on your floor 

And in your face, while she slipped, cause you slithered into fame

Sisters in identity crises, ashamed of natural hair, but not of their vices

Changing their complexion, but never their direction

Dark and Lovely is now Dark and Rich, but you just

Dark and mad, at all the sisters who won’t sell out

Mad at us, because your permed hair fell out 

And you still have to run to the hair store 

and buy some more 

in The Legend of Sleepy Shallow

But Blacks chide, 

as long as they can ride 

in their steel slave ships, 

with theirat&t cell phone at their fingertips 

to get in touch with the master,

Faster, enough to turn in their brother or sister

For a non-violent crime, or statute 

made up so Esau could have some cause to harass you

To give a biscuit hunting, sell out a chance to surpass you

In The Legend of Sleepy Shallow  

They are satisfied, happy, complacent blacks, filled with Oreo cookie cream that oozes out the sides, when they are in the presence of the Mister,

Charlie, that is, 

The trapper, the one they call friend, 

But it will be they, not he, who will be their own end

If they don’t wake up,

move, see or shake up

Navigating their own destiny, 

still not free

In the individual, steel slave ship, the fastest whip 

Our slaughtered ancestors never got the chance to see

Whites, I’m not blind, I see you smile,

Yes, smile at me while, 

you move your steel casket close enough to run me off the road, 

Smiling to hide that you think I’m a toad

who Should be run off the road,

Bringing shame to genuine smiles and hearts with pure motives, however blind and naïve,

Because to see is to believe 

And to know is to grieve

But to understand is to reprimand

And maybe even have to take a stand

In the legend of Sleepy Shallow

Black men and women dying in our neighborhoods

Why? Because they messed around and got the goods

And what they found out they should, but could not safely say that it was bad

But they knew that it was and that they had been had

Victimize them then kill them for standing up

Leave them lying face up, because they wouldn’t shut up

Men dying behind prison walls 

Abused in bathroom stalls, while other men look the other way,

Yes Today, Not Yesterday

Chase Me Down?!?!

Then Stand Your Ground?!?!

Genocide and homicide, disguised as suicide

But we let it slide, because we still can ride 

In our steel, wheeled, slave ships, take fancy trips, get liposuction hips, reduce the size of our lips

Ask Donald Trump for tips on how to get rich quick

Why are we so thick?

Legends, because we built this country, 

Sleepy, because we choose to be

Shallow, because we still can’t see

the forest for the trees in our big back yard,

with the white picket fence, and the fancy car 

or the middle finger sticking up at us, 

for the big, diamond ring around it and the lust

For what makes us chore and sell out for

You say you just want more, so you shame the poor?!?!

As though They Don’t want more!!!!

But you’re a spiritual whore, 

Selling your Soul while you snore

But one day, you Will abhor

this Whole Legend of Sleepy Shallow

Written in 2004 Last Revision 2025

Making North Carolina Cut The Cheesin, Grinning and Lying All Over The Place.

Funny thing about This poem is, I did not know that America/Babylon was actually spiritually called Sodom and Egypt in the sense that it was actually relevant to my salvation. It's just like some people you talk to today, it goes right over their head. You know it, but you don't see it as anything that pertains to your salvation, because you're not being taught who your real enemy really is and that you are the only people who need to be saved and you need to be saved from this place. And I did not even know who modern gay Esau was nor how to make the connection between Edom and Esau. My spirit just told me they were two bad lands not for my turn, (of course I knew Egypts history) but I didn't even yet know that I was Israel!!!! I knew Something was Going On!!!! I knew These People wasn't Right!!!! But I had no knowledge. It just Sounded good. It rhymed. 

I’ll start by saying, that when I came to North Carolina, I didn’t realize at the time, that there was an underlying disdain for Northerners, even among the black community. When I heard the expression "up the road", I thought they meant, up the road, somewhere in North Carolina, but that’s not what they meant. No. They meant, Way up the road! Up Top. Up North!!!! Where We Came From. But I didn’t know that we weren’t friends!!!! I thought that it was a good thing to the black people in the South, that the North had won the battle against the South and that one of the benefits of winning that fight was the abolition of slavery. But we were called Yankees, with a note of disdain, not diversity, equity and inclusion. And still, somehow, even in our commonality, it turned out to be an, “us” and “a, them”. Now we know there is always in every situation, there is usually and us and a them, but it would have seemed that we should not have had to look too closely to see which of us, was “us” and which of us, was “them” and which of us had benefitted from the win and which of us did not. But it seemed that within us, were some of us, who had adopted the sentiments of Where they had come from instead of Who and What they had come from. All I'mma Say is This; the White Man had to have jumped on your brain like popcorn plastic to make That sound come out your mouth about somebody being a Yankee!!!!

Scenario 1. I went into Harris Tooter one day and became the target of SWB (Shopping While Black,) harassment. I had just been released from jail and had a gag order put on me, (which I wholeheartedly intended to ignore) by the crooked judge Donna Johnson, who stole my kids. I found out that I didn’t have to ignore it, because the media, (except a few) was ignoring ME, anyway! I was looking for my usual, package of imitation crab meat at Harris Tooter, when the manager buffeted me; by walking up on me and asking me the famous question. “Is everything okay”? Sounds pretty innocent! But see, you have to understand the language. Read between the lines! “Is everything okay?” Or May I Help You?” (When it’s a hundred other mother stuffers around that they could help, but they wanna help you), is Racist, White Supremist  for, “I think you are stealing something, or as they so famously put it now, “you may Have stolen something”, or better yet, you Getting ready to steal something!!!! But I can’t just Say that to you, without cause, or proof, or in this case, I really would just like for you to maybe get the message and leave. Or cuss me out so I can have  you leave to somewhere else other than home. Now the smirk that no else will see but you, says, “right now, I’m about to falsely accuse you of stealing something. So we can be nice about my false accusation against you and you can just leave quietly, or take the false accusation to heart and give me some more to work with. The choice is yours.  Either way, as you will see, it works out For me and Against you. But, it works out better for me, if you let me push your button and you cuss me out, because Then, I get to call the cops and show you whose boss! That’s what I really would like to do! That’s really why, I’m Here! Because, even though you are older than me, You Don’t Sass Me! I’m White! I can tell the cops you were disturbing the peace, make up a lie and say you were stealing something, whatever I want to do, but in any event, you will not shop in this store, in peace, because we have heard that you are fighting us! We have heard that every day YOU go to the library and you write in detail, what the courts have done to you concerning your kids. We have heard that you intend to fight for parental rights and take away Everything we have been fighting for, for the last 30 years and beyond, since the abolition of slavery and the Jim Crow era. Our Supremacy and the unwritten, "I’m White and I say so" rule. If we can’t control you with the pen and paper and a phony smile, What’s Left?! Can’t publicly lynch y’all no more!!!! At Least Not And Get Caught!!!! What Else is there, but Legislature?!?! Can’t have y’all questioning Us!!!! And you will find that it is just little old you, against big old us and we even have enough house-niggers, Uncle Toms, flunkies and friends to pull this off, so you will either leave this store, quietly and eventually, preferably, this state, (N.C.) or end up back in our jail, For Something! We don’t know what yet! But we’re working on it! Now, you know, I could not resist the urge to CUSS HIM OUT! I did and of course the cops were called. He told me that if I was gonna sass him, then he would just call the cops and I would go to jail. For sassing him. In 2004. Lol!!!! 

Scenario 2. Went to the hospital one day to talk to the Human Resources about getting my husband’s income tax check, while he was in prison, a nice lady who worked there, gave me his paper work, told me what I had to do and she gave me the name of a friend of hers that would fill it out for me. But I was homeless after I got out of jail and had no place to wash up, and so I, like everyone else, sought for a place to do the things one does when they have a house, like bathe every once in a while. Well, the hospital knew me, just like the stores knew me and since they were all targeting me, they felt it within their best interest to have a rush of employees, one after the other to come into the bathroom, just to monitor little ole me. I knew what they were doing and the urge to cuss them out was so irresistible. Because first of all, all of that attention, just for me??!! I must have been one Powerful Ass Nigarette! I must have been Onto Something! At the end of the day, I felt so humiliated! I felt so small and helpless, because the smirks they give you let you know they are doing exactly what you know they are doing and at the end of the day, they Want you to know they are doing it! Matter fact, You Knowing they’re doing it, is half the fun to them of doing it! You just can’t be able to Prove it, because that can be interpreted as harassment, (in a court of law,) (which they did not have, but only a court of un-law. But they were still smart enough not to end up on the wrong side of that, for harassing or invading someone’s privacy. The question in my head, kept being, “where did they get this many, wicked, stupid, dumb ass devils in one group, willing to leave their desks and the job that pays them just to come do This??!! Soon, a little white terd came and stood outside the bathroom door and told me that I couldn’t wash up in the hospital bathroom. Now, how did he know that I was washing up in the bathroom?! I never let anybody See me washing up in the bathroom! And I could have sworn, if I did swear, that, that man was the Same Man from Harris Tooter! One Question. Why is he the manager at the hospital And Harris Tooter???? If not, he still got cussed out too. And, “Sass Him”?! I should have Killed Him! Because he was doing what he could to see to it, that I never got my kids back! If anybody deserved to Die in my eyes, it was Him! Monitoring bathrooms and Going On! Trying to torment and buffet somebody fighting to get their kids back!!!! How Low does a person get?! 

What I was fighting is an establishment, a “status quo”, (Goliath) and believe me he can lieth! When his lips are moving, he lieth!!!! And to show you how shrewd he is, if you tell it to someone black Or white, nine times out of ten, their reply would be, “they can’t do that”. Well, technically, they can’t, but as long as they can fool the public with their mock trials, crooked judges and people scared of the truth tellers or jealous of the truth tellers and talking about, “They Can’t Do That,” they can do whatever the heck they want to do! I have had and continue to have to this day, several run ins with their law, because they know that I am going to tell everyone that North Carolina’s Shit Does Stink! And as quiet as they would like to keep it and as much as they would like to sweep it under the rug, They ARE Still racist to this day and they Do have a code in which they go by, that Has to remain a code of silence, because if they Ever let it out, they would be charged with all kinds of illegal activity! From hate crimes to false imprisonment and more! Goliath has said that they are gonna do whatever they want to do, without due process of the law and play catch up later, with a mock trial of some kind or whatever. And you Lucky, sometime, if you get that!!!! They get to keep their Jim Crow mentality and protocol and as long as they can keep it on the DL from the rest of the country, with a sham of process, they can hold on just a LITTLE while longer. CPS is like a last ditch attempt to hold on to Kizzi in Roots. But don’t be fooled, their red lining and black codes and codes of silence continue to spread and still bear children to this day. They get the black man and  black woman who does not know any better, involved in their crap. They get the house-nigger and the Uncle Tom, who thinks that because they smile and marry their daughters off to your filthy, rich ball players, that they like you! 

So I wrote this poem, after coming out of jail and dealing with the good ole boy network’s contempt and lies, (they’re probably all dead now, but they have some lingering scent, within the Tea Party and other branches and forms of racist, white-supremist networks) when I saw what I was up against, not just on the inside, after having attempt after attempt on my life and fertility, within the jail that I spent 10 months in, on BS, as what I refer to as a political prisoner (while they proved me right, by using my organization as part of their reason for keeping my children). Exhibit A and B, to this day, are the paperwork for my organization. As if my starting an organization confronting their corruption and hurting their feelings, automatically made me an unfit parent. I dealt with such stores as Food Lying, lying to my face, saying they had me on camera shoplifting, Harris Tooter, sending their little, racist, terd of a manger to ask me if everything was okay, just because I was shopping in their store! I have dealt with the librarians in the different cities of North Carolina, watching, side eye hustling what you’re writing about and then lying, that they couldn’t see what you wrote. But let it had been some porno on there. They can’t see That?!?! Waiting till you get half-way through with your document and crash your computer, so even if you did save it, it was not saved, because the computer went out. Telling people not to write things for me, after I had exceeded my amount of time on their computers. Because I was homeless and didn’t have a computer or laptop. But one thing I Did have was the Truth to tell on Them!!!! Don’t help her, was the phrase. If I’m not mistaken. I dealt with the so-called shelters, where giving me any, ”Shelter” (was optional) and an option they sometimes, did not choose. Even though the name “Shelter” was on the building. And I was glad, because I didn’t wanna be there Anyway!!!! I have dealt with the Super-Religious black, who the white man absolutely Loves, who felt that it was his job to support the white man’s born supremacy. And getting involved in my fight against powers like D.S.S. and C.P.S. jeopardized his salvation. Well they were half right, we wrestle not against flesh and blood and these Are principalities!!!! So we have to fight!! Resist The devil!! Not just in the natural, but also in the spiritual realm, as well!!  Not just in the spiritual, but in the physical realm as well!!!! But, Hey Dumbo!!!! We Do Still Have To Fight! I have dealt with the house-niggers, the uncle Toms and the just Treacherous, who’d made deals to pretend to help me ,by letting me stay in their houses, just so they could find some dirt on me, in exchange for getting their houses fixed up by the city. Oh, I done Been through and Seen it all! So, I wrote this! People, mainly, the House Nigger and the Uncle Tom say, I shouldn’t do this. They say, let G.O.D. handle it, because what goes around comes around. I think I should do this. But my biggest fear of fame, is that if my poems get read all over the world, one day, I’ll be standing on a beautiful podium to receive an award for one of them and then, accidentally, Cut One. Butt, this poem, (no pun intended) is called “North Carolina, Cut The Cheesin”!

North Carolina, cut the cheesin

Your smile is a smirk when you’re teasin

That pat on my back is a knife

That debt I don’t owe is for life

Instead of paid to be laid

I’m being set up, not to get up

North Carolina cut the cheesin

I used to think ya’ll hated us

Now I know ya’ll do

I just didn’t realize how much some of us, 

hated us, so much more than you do

North Carolina cut the cheesin

Friends, if I listen to you,

Even when you hunt me down for no reason

But if I stand up to you, 

you quickly stop your cheesin, yell, “treason”!

No more pleasin, I ain’t appeasin, 

but can you PLEASE, North Carolina, just stop your cheesin? Can you for a minute, stop the cheesin for a season?!

Your smile is a frown turned upside down

I’ve been around in this town and I Do know a frown, Clown!

It has nothing to do with the shape of your face,

Your face may not even show a single trace,

IF,

I stay in my place

But, my place is not here

My people Ran from this place

The ones who stayed live in fear 

and maybe They have a place!

My people ran towards freedom

They had the stars even to lead em

They chose to Die seeking freedom, than live in Egypt or Edom

Ya’ll got the history books, Read em!

Got too much Snake in you to Be dumb!

So if I’m DWB

Then you profile me

And I end up in cuff,

Cause I don’t like that stuff

or if I walk in your store 

and you follow me more

and I ask you the reason

you know that you can stop cheesin

It’s only you with a smile

You were still, here all the while

You tried to change your whole style,

But I could see through your guile

I see the hatred within

You cover it with a grin

At least you do till you win

You know it’s really a sin

I saw through you all along, because I wasn’t born here

I knew you would do me wrong, because you gave me no fear

I’m from a place that you fought with a long time ago

A place that gave refuge when you were my foe

Now I have come back and could it be that you know?

Is This the Real Reason, you’ve treated My Family So?

Is This why you’re cruel without any appeal?

Is This why you’ve given me such a raw deal?

Now, the whole country’s done smelt it

They know it’s YOU, who’s done dealt it

North Carolina……….Cut the Cheesin! 

Written in 2004.

An Israelite Indeed
 

Everybody Wanna Be Judah, When It’s Time To Reign
But Didn’t Nobody Wanna be Judah, When Being Judah Meant Nothing But Pain
A Burn On Your Neck And Hot Grease On Your Brain
If Everybody Else Was Light, They Treated You Like a Stain
If You’d Have Asked Most Of Y’all, Back in The Day,
What You Was, This ExActly What Y’all Niggas Would Say
I Got Indian In My Family
And My Grandfava White

You Was Everything But Black
Till You Found Out You Was a Israelite,
My Gran Mova Indian
That’s Why My Hair This Way
Then Sling It Around In Front Of Somebody Bald
and Say, “That’s Why I’m Light Skin Today”
And The Darker You Was
The More You Praised The Light Skin You Idolized
And When They Called You Black and Knotty Headed, You Was Actually Surprised
Yall Niggas, Oh No! She “Too” Dark For Me! I Like Em Lightskinned With Long Hair, Like Cardi B
So Don’t Worry About Whose Judah and Who Is Not
Worry Bout You, Because Believe Me, That’s A Lot
Especially If You Relying On Someone Whose “Always” Got a Plot
To Tell You Who You Are, When You’re The King? I Hope Not
I’m a Writer, I’m a Poet, I’m a Singer and I’m More,
Everything I Do Baby, I Do It Times Four
So Don’t Worry Bout Who I Am,
Cause YAHAWAH Knows For Sure
I Been in Real Life Battles, Throwing Shade is Not Real War
So Levi, Gad, Benjamite, Or Judite
We Are THE MOST HIGH’S Treasure
Just Being An Israelite
 

 Tribe of Judah