Peace. This Knowledge Born God Allah. This is the third installment of “Three Generations Into The Future” that is dedicated to my daughter and granddaughter and those whose good brothers are incarcerated, going through what I’ve been through.
When I got locked up I became disconnected, yet my father and ex wife was a hell of a blessing, why God manifested, my young Earth’s education, had paved the way for our God to educate, my only child, born to the son of man. In jail I stand with I, God’s master plan. I told you then, it’s you and me to the end, even when you told me, my ex wife, you didn’t approve. I, God, knew what I had to do so that her lifestyle wouldn’t influence you. I let her go because you came from me, and that’s the show. Yet my presence on a constant was missing to ward off all the snakes in the grass, hissin.
I take full responsibility for my absence in our life lesson. Not only affected me and you, but the family we both knew and the ones we would grow into. First time father, I wasn’t lacking. My godfather had my back and, being responsible and accountable check on my tracking, made sure I was there when my physical presence was absent. In our time together you listen, finish school and understood fighting your mother wasn’t cool. What hurt me the most, never see your everyday growth. When his wife choked as a father without a daughter’s love soaked deep in both, our humanities clothes, the heart the most, causing I, God, to cry inside and become emotional. When I heard the stories of how our life unfold.
My protection of you wasn’t from my hands, body, mind and shield, and for that, my constant torment was fear, as I was living in hell. As a father, I worry. This is what I do. My only sight of you was on the news, doing what we don’t do. I asked my mother to guard you so you’ll live past 42. She shattered your life and her addiction too. Have you on a road where your first born can only get through. The culture is our God so remember that. Your melanin structure is who you are, Black, and let me see your breath that we stay connected.
I love you all for life, and never feel rejected, neglect, or neglected, because in your mirror, I am reflected. You and my granddaughters are my best, and in that I am respectful. I can only ask my absence be forgiven. I got accept my flaws and responsibilities so that we keep on living. My granddaughters, Kila and Kia, I love you more than you can know. My physical absence made me unable to watch you grow. I fought to be in your life while your influences closed the door, sought to derail my freedom so I wouldn’t write you no more. Who knows where their mind goes.
I will never stop loving you. I am your grandfather. I am too strong for that. I fought to know y’all that’s a fact. I will never forget you. I am for your best. They couldn’t lock me up, those who influence your growth, they just locked me out by closing the door. But you knew within you I wouldn’t leave you stranded. Keely, me and you and your mother is left handed. Kia, we all shake our feet too, to go to sleep, so do you. All y’all look like I, God and act so too.
You leaving this young earth soon to be queen, so watch you, follow you. You will teach or you will learn, and be beautifully solid as I, God, make my return. So, we can build a life of memories to eat burgers and fries, seafood dishes. Know the truth, in my heart is where my love for you both lies along with your mother. I love you forever. So, continue to rise, as I apologize. I did these episodes, not only from my heart for us, but for all those incarcerated been through, going through, or will go through the bust of a broken family to say the least, while fighting for the freedom in the belly of the beast. For me to you, I, God saved peace.
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