Okay, everyone. This is Knowledge Born God Allah. I want to dedicate this to my daughter, Aquisha Stanley, and my grandchild, Aquia Thurston, as well as my other grandchild, my granddaughters, Jay Grace Turner, three generations into the future. (Singing) Time keep on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future. Many lives have been lost over the years. A war has been raised against the Black family. Sadly, in every aspect of its continuance, the mental deception of the Black family portrayed as ghetto or hood has our separation, decapitation, continuing from coon time n***a, Negro, to Afro American misunderstood. The Planned Parenthood is to separate us from us, to stop our growth. Put the Black man in jail, Black guy becomes invisible in his own household. Innocent man sold taxpayers money as the prison industry unfolds. $100,000 a year has a common theme: segregation, degradation, the continuation of death to the Black family (projected by the Black family). See, ya cool started his separation in the Black mind first, separating his followers from the source, like the American courts.
Suspect don’t mean you guilty; pictured on the television, filthy, gruesome photo of a Black man, fear. Convicted in the minds of his peers without a process, street corner talk. You know how it is, the system. You know how the system is. They got him. Whether he’s guilty or not, he’s Johnny on the spot. His life ends in the minds of those claim to be family and his weak ass friends who vow loyalty to the end to have that end show the Black men the truth of his bull***t family and his closest friends. Don’t write, can’t call, don’t talk, separated baby mama from the supreme thought of her impregnation by television demonstration of how the program go. Isolated, decapitation of the Black family by those who pretend to be for the imaginary. Peace to the god Stephen Mitchen, Ernest Dykes, and Maurice Boyette, who already landed from the world we were stranded. To talking heads, I God shall return into the future. (Singing) Time keep on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future. This is only an installment one, stay tuned for the installment two. Jewelry Rig, East Bay Times, May 4, 2005 by Will Harper. Peace.
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