Sunday, December 30, 2012

Receiving An 'A':

      Receiving an ‘A’ in ‘Islam And The Modern World’ felt good, it was a course that required a whole lot of reading, and the teacher demanded that ideas be expressed clearly. I would say that this class schooled me in the origins of Islamic law. I do understand that Elijah’s and Fard’s version of Islam had nothing to do with the actual historical accounts of Islam. I’ve known this for some time, and have come to realize that what Fard conceived in that prison cell in San Quentin Penitentiary was valid as a philosophy for social reform for Black People in North America. What Elijah carried out as a result of what he learned from Fard was also social reform. Was it Islam? The Asiatic Mythology he incorporated in his mission for social reform was not Islam b.u.t. it was however a valid psychological mechanism to usher original people into certain aspects of social and self awareness. Is the Black Man God? Well of course he is, however what must be understood is that anybody can say that their God, and if they choose to deal in that understanding of themselves well then that is their choice. The exclusiveness of the Black Man being God is only with the ‘Black Man’. If an Aryan White Male decided to call himself ‘God’-to the exclusiveness of that group he himself validates his own truth. My point is that under the ‘Freedom of Religion’ in the U.S. Constitution that exclusiveness to call yourself whatever you so desire is available. The Nation of Gods and Earths would not exist or could not exist in America without the ‘Freedom of Religion’ found in the first Amendment.  The first degree regarding who is the Original Man would not have made its way to Original people nowaday had it not been for the First Amendment. If Fard would have came out of a prison in Saudi Arabia in 1929 screaming the ‘Black Man is God’ he would have only done so till that following Friday upon which he would have been publically executed after Jumah. It is the law that defines the social context in which we live. Defining ourselves as God and confusing it with anything in history regarding Islam is not right and exact. There is nothing wrong with being God b.u.t. it should be understood that to think that ‘Islam’ has in anyway historically catered to that notion is incorrect. Falsely Islam has been attached to Original people as though it is our natural religion. Islam is a religion like any other religion, and its early theocratic government sought to colonize by way of the Quran and the Sunna of the Prophet Muhammad.

This was the question I chose to answer in the final exam.    

1.    In the Book of Religion, Alfarabi argues that religion and more specifically Islamic law mediates between philosophy or the science of universal ideas and the constantly shifting political/social/cultural fabric of the society. This mediation is, in turn, possible through the renewal of Islamic Law. Based on Wael Hallaq’s exposition of the structure, mechanism and sociology of Islamic law, to what extent do you think it can fulfill the task Alfarabi assigns to it? What picture of the role of religion in the political sphere and the relation between the private and public spheres does it depict?


      Alfarabi’s ‘Book of Religion’ and Hallaq’s, ‘An Introduction to Islamic Law’ make it evident that Islamic Law does not act as a blind ‘mechanistic social entity’ but instead Islamic Law is morally based in its intent. Islamic law does not fail to adapt to modernity, modernity on the other hand fails in many aspects to adapt morally-particularly in secular based societies where outlandish moral acts occur daily(Connecticut shooting). First and foremost Islamic law acts as a moral force (Hallaq, Pg.41) within the society, working as a moral force in the individual and then in the society as a whole. I found it very interesting that piety is a prerequisite for jurist and that such a quality as piety was/is an integral part of legal Islamic training.

     Alfarabi paint’s the picture of virtuous religion as similar to political science. Virtuous religion seeks to gain true happiness for the inhabitants of the community (Alfarabi, Pg. 89.). It would seem that balancing religion and politics would indeed be difficult however Islam proves historically that it can be done. Western thought would have you believe that there exist a disconnection and separation between religion and politics which is in my opinion why we witness every day on the news evidence of a moral bankruptcy plaguing the West. In my view there should not be a disconnection between religion and politics, and I definitely think Alfarabi demonstrates the harmony of how religion and politics connect. The practical things in religion are those whose universals are in practical philosophy. (Alfarabi, Pg. 97), it is in these practical things we determine the stipulations restricting them. Alfarabi is in my opinion suggesting by this statement that the particulars of the law are both practical and applicable to effectively governing a society.

     Friction between political points and religious law were constantly negotiated (Hallaq, Pg. 44) in Islam, and it is in this effort to reconcile politics with religion that Islamic law triumphs over many social challenges. Education is a pivotal social challenge that all societies must face. ‘Waqf’ were endowments which were very instrumental to the early educational advancements in Islam. Providing a Waqf endowment for ‘Raising a Madrassa’ was a great act of Zakkat (Hallaq, Pg. 48) and acted as a pervasive moral force in the society. The Madrasa of Mamluk sultan Hasan in Cairo was huge and it had four professors each representing a respective law school; Shaffi, Maliki, Hanafi, and Hanbali with student facilities. They offered classes in Quranic exegisis, Prophetic reports, language, logic, mathematics, and medicine and it is said that over one hundred Quran readers maintained a non-stop recital of the Holy Quran (Hallaq, Pg. 50). This was to me very impressive. The fact that the student was privileged to hear a master Hafiz recite the Holy Quran daily must have created a powerful atmosphere for learning in the university and had a profound moral impact on the educational environment. This is in keeping with Alfarabi’s ideal of virtuous religion as being a practical element in the society.

     Alfarabi’s enumeration of the sciences is extensive and well laid out, providing a blueprint of multiple aspects in regard to how a society should approach a myriad of universal things. It was Alfarabi’s sixth enumerated point in regard to dialectical yields that I found most in accord with Hallaq’s ‘An Introduction to Islamic Law’. Piety was the preeminent quality used to ascertain correct judgment and correct judgment was of critical importance. I contend that the dialectical yields were of the highest importance, in that those making an argument did so with strong presumptions. According to Alfarabi these strong presumptions were based upon demonstrative proofs with specific examination into the dialectic. The average person within the Islamic society did not have to be of high social station to understand persuasive things. Thus the dialectic and the rhetoric was of high social value because it could be used to lead, or mislead the people into error. This proves that the average person in the Islamic society was in most cases a critical thinker. To know that a quest for piety undergirded the nature of social interaction is impressive and again an example of the moral force present in Islamic society.

    By the end of the fifteenth century, the Shaykh Al-Islam (Chief Mufti) possessed a de facto power to depose a sultan (Hallaq, Pg. 56). This fact has in my view a direct connection in theme with Alfarabi’s tenth enumerated point as it pertains to jurisprudence, in that religion acting in the context of jurisprudence encompasses the particulars of political science (Alfarabi, Pg. 101). This gets into the area of ‘Kingly Craft’ mentioned by Alfarabi, who holds that this craft should be virtuous. He makes it clear that an ignorant King produces an ignorant city or nation and also states that it is impossible for a human being who is part of the virtuous city to be living in an ignorant city, voluntarily or involuntarily (Alfarabi, Pg. 104). Alfarabi depicts a political sphere of political cause and social effect: if the ruler is incompetent and or ignorant then the society suffers.

    Wael Hallaq describes the ‘Traditionalist’ as distrustful of political power in early Islam and that Caliphs sought legitimization via the jurist, and so fostered Islamic legal education. Hallaq explains that caliphal legislative function was minimal, falling well short of the role of exemplary religious and political leader (Hallaq, Pg.40). The ‘Traditionalist’ were said to be distrustful of government, equating government with corruption and in some cases dreaded being appointed to legal stations in the society (Hallaq, Pg. 41). According to Hallaq, The rulers were in dire need of legitimatization which they ultimately found in the circles of the legal profession. The Caliphs had no choice but to endorse the Islamic law.  This confirms Alfarabi sentiments as they pertain to the ‘Kingly Craft’. Alfarabi writes, ‘It explains that the things such as to be distributed in a city, in cities, in a nation, or in nations so as to be practiced in common are only brought about by means of a rulership that establishes those actions and dispositions in the city or nation and strives to preserve them for the people so that they do not disappear or become extinct.’ Thus the Caliph’s endorsed the legal scholars for the sake of the common good and for the preservation of a social piety. This precisely describes how the common good can be extrapolated from a moral force, in this case the moral force is Islam.

   Wael Hallaq depicts the genius of early Islamic legal academia and its progenitors that acted as substantive educators for the social and political engine in early Islamic society. Waqf endowment assisted in making the law a moral institution in the society. Hallaq’s touches  on Waqf in his exposition as being subject to exemption and that such property is not classified as any other property, explaining how Islamic law and Islamic education flourished using this discrete area of the law, in particular the law of property acquisition and inheritance.  Also Hallaq in his exposition uses his exposition to explain how these first generation and early Islamic legal scholars used their lectures and writings to explain Islamic law in all its historical richness and character. The legist formulate the bulk of Hallaq’s exposition, how they combined the disciplines of history, law and their politics in their lectures so that they could articulate to their students the origins and evolution of the law.

     Alfarabi makes ultimately what amounts to a sound argument that religion or Islamic law does effectively and efficiently mediate between philosophy in terms of universal ideas and their relationships to ‘particulars’ as they relate to political science and the Kingly Craft. Though Islam has endured a constantly shifting climate, it has managed to hold together the universal ideas found in the challenges of society, culture and the political sphere. In dealing with this mediation it has provided a rich compendia of juridical ideas via the constant renewal of Islamic Law. Islamic law has essentially acted as an evolving corpus of laws that have adjusted to the unique circumstances that arise when addressing the human condition. Wael Hallaq’s exposition is highly insightful portraying Islamic law as an advancing content of ideas, as well as in its development of legal instrumentation that both set the moral foundations for the court and settled complaints among disputants. As well as the Islamic court’s aim to restore opposing parties (Hallaq, Pg. 60) and efficiently mediate disagreements. The Shari’a is a full and complete juridical mechanism demanding an exacting logic that corresponds to the moral essence found in Islam. Islamic jurisprudence in practice fulfills to the fullest extent what Alfarabi ideally believes it should aspire to. The religion acting as the law establishes the nature of the political sphere and applies a cohesive relationship between the citizen and the state.











Friday, December 14, 2012

The Trials And Tribulations Of Da God Right Add: Einstein In The Crayon Box


        “Damn!” Be God said. Shock in his voice from the intensity of Right Add’s ordeal.

     “Best thing to ever happen to me actually.” Right Add responded to the shock he heard in Be’s voice. There was an assuredness in Add, as if somehow destiny had been fulfilled. Be God could tell that something had indeed changed in his brother and companion, it was a something that was beneath the surface, a something that was buried there. Whatever it was, the difference was now obvious.

     “I became a lawyer.” Right Add blurted out bluntly without hesitation.

     “How the fuck did you become a lawyer? You never went to college, or law school” Be uttered in disbelief. “Nigga you ain’t no Goddamn lawyer. A nigga reads one law book in a cell--now he a lawyer. Yall niggaz funny as shit.” Be God broke into a sarcastic chuckle.

     “Einstein taught me.” Add said quietly.

     “Nigga Einstein dead, and he was a fuckin’ Physicist not a lawyer.”

     “Not Albert Einstein. Efron Johan Einstein.” Add replied.

     Be God was high but the name rang a bell. “Where do I know that name from,” Be God mumbled, and as if a dam had burst the answer flooded his mind, “The dude who killed his wife, and pleaded insanity? What do you mean he taught you law?”

     “Well when I told the C.O. I needed meds for my schizophrenia which was a lie-it was a lie that got me talking to the jail psychiatrists. I said I was God and they thought I was crazy, actually the way I said I was God sounded crazy but anything to get me out of the cell. Within 24 hours they shipped me off to South Western Virginia Mental Health Institute and put me in the Finley Gayle ward for the criminally insane A.K.A. The Crayon Box. I still had charges pending but at least they thought I was crazy. I’m there on what they define as a ‘Restoration of Competency’ hold, meaning until my competency is restored to go face the charges. Basically it was determined that I would be held until the effects of my meds get me mentally back in balance. These devils put me on 100mg of Geodon daily.”

     “Fuck is that?” Be God asked sharply.

     “It’s an antipsychotic med for schizophrenia and manic depression. I never took no fuckin’ drugs like that in my life, so now, here I am--in the Crayon Box taking Geodon like Skittles. No weed, nothing to snort, so I figure I mine as well fuck with some new high explosive: antipsychotic pharmaceuticals.  Drugs is drugs right? Wrong! That Geodon shit had me seeing shit, and hearing shit, little flying bugs would float across my field of vision. I’d wave my hand in front of my face and sometime I would see five of my own hands. Nigga I started hearing voices. ‘Add, Add, Right Add Allah’ I swear I heard somebody calling me. I’d turn around and look for who was calling me and nobody was there.  I was so high off Geodon that before I knew it I had been in the Crayon Box for three months and that was when Einstein walks in. Not only was his name Einstein but he looked exactly like Albert Einstein, bushy hair, bushy eyebrows—exactly like him. Dude told me that he killed his wife because she was mad that he had turned Obama down. And she never put the issue to rest—so he put her to rest with a Hunting Rifle.”

     “What da fuck you mean-‘turned Obama down’.”

     “Before Obama nominated Sonia Sotomayor for the Supreme Court in 2009, he offered Einstein the position. Einstein was like one of the most prominent legal scholars in America. When I found out he was a legal scholar I began picking his brain.”

     “Indeed, now I remember that shit. That shit was all over CNN.” Be God said out-loud remembering back to when he first heard the News ‘Einstein Kills Wife In Cold Blood’.

     “I wanted to learn the law. The Geodon had me woozy and drowsy as fuck but it made me literally sink into the concepts of law very deeply. I made Efron Johan Einstein my personal law professor. My tuition was paid by keeping the criminally insane inmates from beating him to death. First day I pull this big insane movafucka off of Einstein. Dude was a big low functioning retard and he was choking Einstein out. Einstein screams, ‘Consentientes et agents pari poena plectentur’ over and over again and I ask ‘em what the fuck was he saying and he said it meant ‘Those consenting and those perpetrating are embraced in the same punishment’. Essentially it was his way of saying how he couldn’t believe how people stood around and watched as he got his ass kicked. When I saved his ass that day Einstein was in my debt. After he calmed down and gathered himself I told Einstein, I want to be a lawyer.”

     “I didn’t want to be a lawyer, actually I needed someone who was half-way sane to speak to because I was lonely as fuck. The only intellect the criminal insane rectal diggers demonstrated was a profound gift for painting elegant fecal finger art on the wall.”

     “The first question he asked me was what interested me about Justice. And you know, I come out my face with ‘Justice’ in the Supreme Alphabet: Justice is a penalty or a reward. And then he throws some Latin at me, ‘Jurisprudentia est divinarum atque humanarum rerum notitia: Justi atque injusti scientia. Which means ‘Jurisprudence is the knowledge of things divine and human: the science of the just and the unjust.’ After he said that, I thought to myself that I can rock with this Jewish cat.  Already Einstein and I are hitting it off. Inwardly I realize something, and that was that I wanted to master legal concepts as if it was 120. I had the time, niggaz wasn’t doing anything in there but masturbating, fighting over crayons and walking back and forth like zombies. I wrote a new one to ten, a purely legal knowledge to knowledge the cipher. I asked Einstein what is the cornerstone foundation of Law? And he answers me with the words, ‘A true law is just.’  I snatch a yellow crayon, and write on a piece of construction paper for arts and crafts ‘What is Law?’ and then I write, ‘A true Law is just’. In my third eye, I establish this as my knowledge degree in my personal legal 120, making it the beginning of my new legal foundation. Einstein continued, telling me that a law is a system of rules usually established by a governing body.”

     “Wait God.  Wait, pump your brakes. Hold da fuck up! God you need books and shit to go to law school. How da fuck you gonna become a lawyer using a goddamn yellow crayon to write on arts and crafts construction paper? Just because you wrote, ‘What is the Law and the law is just’ don’t make a nigga a fuckin’ Lawyer God. Are you a fuckin’ idiot nigga!” Be God roared a thunderous laugh. His laugh seemed to shake the truck.

     “Now Cipher. Efron Johan Einstein was a living breathing textbook. This nigga guest lectured in every prominent law school in the U.S. He explained to me the context of law in its truest legal sense. This is a country based on common law which means that the law is viewed as an evolving corpus of doctrine determined by judges on a case by case basis.  Common law is in contrast to a group of codified expressed principles. The law grows as established principles and are tested and adapted to meet new unique situations. Like how niggaz be applying 120 to life. The application meets the uniqueness of the situation.   In common law, printed opinions are considered the primary source of the law. The opinions become legally binding rather than descriptive or analytical.” Add’s words burst-out as assured actual facts.

     Be God’s eyes widened, shocked at Add’s seemingly fluidity in the language of legalese. Quickly he dismissed it, “Naw nigga, you don’t know what da fuck you talkin ‘bout. You read one little law book and now you’re the resurrection of Johnny fuckin’ Cochran. Nigga please! Go on wit that bullshit.”

     “Now Cipher God. I’m telling you God that Efron Johan Einstein was a book. I spent knowledge knowledge months building with a living law book. Just like you’ve had 120 under cap for understanding cipher years-this nigga Einstein has had the law under-cap for over culture cipher years.  Imagine the shit you could teach a young God if you built with him every day for knowledge knowledge months?”

     Be God curled his lips in disbelief, still doubting his brother and companion, “Well what’s the president?” asking Add as if to test him.

     “What’s the president?” Add repeated, looking at Be, confused as to what he was trying to say.

     “Yeah nigga, the president. I be hearing it all the time on legal shows and shit. What is the president”

     “Ohhh, you mean ‘Precedent’. In a common law legal system precedent shapes the strategy for legal research. Einstein always whispered to himself, ‘Stare decisis et non quieta movere’ which means to stand by precedents, and to not disturb settled points.  It’s a doctrine that says that people similarly situated should be similarly dealt with, and that judgments should be consistent, rather than arbitrary. I built with him on precedent, and I personally determined that it goes into the essence of equality-equality means to be equal in everything, particularly if you and the next movafucka are ‘simularly situated’. In a common law system you’re judged based on the treatment of similar conduct in the past. What Gods and Earths call past Quran.”

     “You might know a little bit of law, but you ain’t no lawyer nigga. You ain’t passed no bar.” Be God reminded Add.

     “Y equal Self-you’re right, I have not passed the bar but if I were to take it--I’d crush it.”

     “Too bad you went to law school in the Crayon Box wit a nutty professor that shot his wife with a Deer hunting rifle.”

     “Nigga you’re the one talking about how a nigga could study ‘Justice’ in the Supreme Alphabet for a life time, and the minute a nigga really studying justice, you get on some bullshit negativity. I studied my ass off in the Crayon box. And yeah the only book I had was Einstein but he alone was the only book I needed. He taught me to think critically.”

     “God I ain’t striving to put you down but what I’m saying is that you talking about the fact that you in an insane asylum on Geodon, schitzo-bi-polar meds, talking to a legal scholar name Einstein-who you say looks like Einstein and who’s making you write your law homework with a yellow crayon on arts and crafts construction paper. Nigga you crazy.” Be God laughed with that loud laughter only heard when a Blackman is being clowned in a black barber shop.

     “Fuck you Be. I learned the law. I studied justice for real and it has become a pivotal part in my life because I’m learning how it works in the overall scheme of things as well as In the divine sense.  Knowledge degree: What is the law? A true law is just; Wisdom degree: What is Case law? Laws on a case by case basis.  Understanding degree: What is statutory law? Ans.  Authoritative and binding laws enacted by federal and state legislatures governing human activity. Culture degree: What is the tension between Case law and Statutory law and how are they reconciled? Answer: The tension between Statutory law and common law is essential to legal research. The tension arises from the two aspects of the law: Statutory and Common when a determination is in the process of being made. The ruling principle in some areas are determined wholly by case law; and in other areas partly by case law and partly by statute; or by statutes as construed and interpreted by the courts. Power degree…”

     “Wait, wait, wait, what the fuck is you saying?”

     “Like I told you God, I memorized a body of my own lessons that I myself constructed based upon what Professor Efron Johan Einstein taught me. Einstein determined the essentials of law critical to mastering the law and I put them in a 120 framework.”

     “So you mean to tell me, while you were in the Crayon box you memorized a form of 120 based on law? Is that what you’re telling me?”

     “That is exactly what I’ve been trying to fuckin’ explain to your ass God. I took what Einstein taught me under-cap in a format similar to 120. This is why I debated you in the first place because teaching a young God to memorize 120 is the most empowering thing you can do in a ghetto child’s life. Especially since ain’t no Ivy League schools in black neighborhoods. Think about it God: while you were in school, have you ever learned anything to the degree of perfection in which you have learned 120 and Supreme Alphabet and Supreme Math?” Right Add asked Be.

     “Now Cipher!” Be answered honestly, listening to Right Add Allah with a more seriously attuned ear this time.

     “Exactly! That is my point. 120 is the key that turns on the ignition in a blackman’s mind. The problem is-is that usually many Gods and Earths never learn with that level of fervor ever again, and thus the mental engine stops at 120 and they never attack another subject like they attacked 120. God when I was memorizing 120 over 20 years ago I was walking back and forth reciting 120 in the mirror over and over and over again until I had it perfect. That was the idea God. Don’t you see! Elijah and Fard’s determined idea was to turn on a black man or woman’s mental ignition. I realized that shit in the Crayon box with Einstein, God. I took the format of 120 and created my own supplemental plus lesson based on the critical components of U.S. Law and I took it under-cap like I did 120 over wisdom cipher years ago. Now I have a supplemental legal 120 on top of my foundational 120.”

     “So how does your power degree in you legal 1 to 10  go?” Be God asked curiously.

 “Power degree: What is the basic structure of the American Judicial System? Answer: The trial court has subdivisions such as probate, family court, small claims court. Trial court has a general jurisdiction in which most disputes, both civil and criminal are adjudicated by a trier of fact (judge or jury). An Intermediate appellate court is next on the tier. A case can be taken up to this appellate court if a valid evidentiary question is posed. The court of last resort is the Supreme Court.” Right Add spit the degree as fluently as he would spit, ‘What is the Area of Square Miles of the Planet Earth?’

     “Chill God. You fuckin’ my mind up right now son. Let me roll another one,” Be God opened the arm rest, grabbing a Philly cigarillo. As he began the mindless mechanical process of blunt rolling which had become second nature, he decided to question Add with more scrutiny. He was still pessimistic. If Gods were famous for anything it was for talking that shit. Be God wasn’t buying it. “Okay lawyer nigga: How do you see ‘Rule’ as opposed to ‘Law’? And specifically how do you see it in the Supreme Alphabet nowadays, especially since you’ve read a couple big ass law books or whateva-whateva?”

     Before Add answered, he rudely snatched the blunt from Be, also taking Be’s lighter to light it.  Add then inhaled deeply and held the O.G. Kush smoke in until he felt the Kush smoke swirling at the center of his chest.

     “It is nothing like discussing the law when you’ve blazed.” Add said with a smoky, blustery exhale. He collected his thoughts and thought about Be’s question for a moment, and then, as if a man possessed, he replied to Be God.

     “Every system of law has instruments, tools or what we can define as artificial devices. They are designed to promote convenience of the idea and the reality of security. These devices are for the public good. The devices take the forms of rules and standards to which every movafucka must essentially get down for or lay the fuck down for. The rule is the establishment of conformity. If a man’s mind could have its way, movafuckas would be literally eatin’ babies in the street. This is why we have law and order, because without no law there is no order.  The mind is wild. When niggaz talk that Universal Black Mind shit they’re building on what amounts to some wild shit because the mind is wild. Anything that has a universal scope in terms of existence or possibility, and is unbound-is wild. The mind is by nature reluctant to submit to the rule of law.   Ever seen a baby who doesn’t want to go to sleep? How their eye lids become uncontrollably heavy and they struggle to open them after they close.  The baby fights to keep their eyes open. Babies become irritable because they are sleepy yet they refuse to submit to sleep. Though reluctant the baby ultimately submits to sleep—so must the mind of man submit to the rule of law. Rules expand as society expands. The law must accommodate the society and be both flexible and strong. Unlike ‘Justice’ per se, the Rule of Law concerns itself with precision and accuracy. Justice is an abstract concept that is made functional by way of the rule of law. Most niggaz mindlessly parrot that knowledge build is ‘rule’, and indeed, that is conceptually concrete, in that knowledge to build represents the necessity of things needed to build. Thus the idea of ‘necessity’ arises by virtue of the intent to build’ and ‘necessity’ becomes a component of the ‘Rule. In short, you have a rule because you need the rule. ‘Need’ is the ‘necessity’. When the necessity is gone-you no longer need the rule. So the rule has an expiration date, or a duration. We gave the colored man the power to ‘rule’. What was the need or the necessity of that? So that the black man could show forth and prove his power. That was the need and that is what ‘needs’ to happen. We must show and prove our power. The understanding power degree establishes the idea of ‘expiration’ as congruent to a rule of a civilization set to a very specific duration. Thus necessity and duration are both integral components of ‘rule’.”

     “Einstein taught me a whole lot of shit in that Crayon box. He said if a rule does not function it is diseased and that if it does not work it should be done away with. Rule applies to circumstances, where as Law in a more matter of fact way is a statement of the circumstance. Once I was in the day-room of the Crayon box with Einstein, we both had on pajamas because that was all we were allowed to wear: state issue pajamas and slippers. He was striving to explain something to me in regard to the history of contracts, it was basic contract language. I wasn’t getting it for some reason so he abruptly changed the subject by changing the direction of my thought process in order that I may better comprehend the concept. He said, ‘In most cases the context of the law is to forbid, hence to deviate from the law is to break the law.’ It was the first time that I began to perceive the law in the truth of its forbidding context. This forbidding context can be either liberating or oppressive. Example, when Gods and Earths say ‘word is bond’, you must understand that the ‘bond’ works as a legal instrument. The ‘word’ is not in and of itself binding. The idea of it being ‘binding’ is based upon the agreed upon meaning of said word, and it is in this meaningful agreement we assume the forbidding context which subsequently suggest that the word as a binding agreement will not in fact be broken. The agreement is completed only when the penalty of losing your life becomes a consequence amended to the initial intent of the word.”  

     “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn! Give me some Goddamn Schizophrenic-Bi-polar meds because I know for a fact you weren’t this smart before you got locked in the crayon box. I’ve heard niggaz talk that word is bond shit for understanding cipher years and I have never heard a movafucka build on it like that. Goddamn nigga!  Nigga you use to be dumb as stones.” Be God said laughing. “You lightweight smart as a movafucka now!”

      “It wasn’t the pharmaceuticals in the sense that they cured me from any ignorance of any sort. They did slow me down in terms of my thought process. Nigga, that Geodon had me calm as fuck. Like I said, I never took no crazy pills in my life and I’ve always been naturally smart, however I’ve been out here in the world surviving sense I was knowledge culture years old God. The only thing I ever did remotely academic was finish high school and complete 120. The medicine in the crayon box slowed my thought down. Before Einstein came on the ward I was in my head all alone with knowledge wisdom cipher and it began to get ugly inside my skull Lord. Word is bond.  With that Geodon flowing through my blood and brain cells I was hearing and seeing shit. One night I woke up in the Wisdom degree screaming of the knowledge to knowledge the cipher: Who is the colored man.”

     “What da fuck you mean you woke up in the wisdom degree? And screaming for what?” Be God asked.

     “The Geodon makes your dreams mad vivid son. I had a dream about Yacob. That movafucka was black as shit, a knowledge seed to the negative three. Da nigga had a big black-double black alien head with the Alien eyes and shit. The dream was freakishly clear like it was high definition in my dome Almighty. I woke up from the dream like four times. I was in a dream within a dream, within a dream, within a dream.  Woke up once and I was absolutely sure I was woke. That’s when Yacob walked in with an alien head and big alien eyes eating a pretzel with mustard on it.  The nigga said, “I’m Yacob!” and stabbed me in my fuckin ear with a needle. I woke the fuck up screaming but I wasn’t woke. Next I  woke up in  the hospital watching my mama die. All my family was there and my Aunt Shirley said, ‘Baby your mama dead. Your Puerto Rican daddy shot your mama in the head.’ “Then I woke up screaming again but in the nightmare of my own reality at the South Western Virgina Mental Health Institute.

     “So when he taught you the law, is that what helped you get out?” Be God asked Add.

     “My knowledge degree in my legal knowledge to knowledge the culture is the Due Process Clause in the 5th Amendment. There wouldn’t be any purpose in learning the law if I wasn’t gonna save myself with it. Knowledge Degree: What is the Fifth Amendment? Answer, No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger, nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb, nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law nor shall private property be taken for public use without just compensation.’  When I took that Amendment under-cap I began to feel confident. Einstein was schooling me on the nature of evidence and the burden of proof and the persuasion of that burden, meaning no material facts can be in dispute, the case in point of law is clearly with one party or the other. The highest obligation of judicial duty requires a peremptory declaration to that effect. Koons v Steele.”  Add spewed the legalese as if he was nonchalantly shooting the breeze as he simultaneously exhaled the weed.

     Be God was finally impressed, not a full believer in his brother and companions so-called legal powers but he did realize that Add did in fact learn a thing or two during his stay in the crayon box.

     “Since you learned all this law shit you should add Justice to your attribute God.”

     “That’s bullshit God, half those niggaz calling themselves Justice this or Justice that couldn’t explain justice if they tried. If I changed my name to Justice, I’d be associating myself with that type of illiteracy as it pertains to justice. Now Cipher God, I’m peace, Right Add Allah is good enough for me Gee.”

    “Yo, so God, I got a question Lord. What is that RICO shit.” Be God asked Add. The question rose up from underneath the coke, underneath the weed, proving a very real anxiety was buried there. As carefree as Be God made hustling seem, he felt a sword as an Emblem of Justice above his head indeed.

     “Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act or the RICO Act. Read chapter 96 of Title 18 of the United States Code. You can read can’t chu? Einstein also taught me don’t be giving legal advice for free. I don’t sell coke no more but I damn sure sell law nigga.” Add said cooley, slumped comfortably in  Be’s passenger seat.  

     “Well weed ain’t free either nigga!” Be God said snatching his blunt from Add. “You schizophrenic, Bi-polar ass, Geodon snortin’ ass, fake ass jail house lawyer ass nigga.”

     “I ain’t schizophrenic or bi-polar. I told you I just did what I had to do to get out of that shitty ass cell with that white boy.”

     “Nigga I’ve been to prison twice and I’ve seen mad niggaz clog-up a toilet to flood a cell. I’ve seen niggaz start fires in their cell to get out. They get sent to the hole not the crayon box. I ain’t dumb nigga. You had to do something else for a psychologist to deem you ‘fit to be tied’ in a puzzle factory or crayon box or whatever the fuck. What else did you do besides demand psyche meds.”

     In all of his new found legal knowledge, Add couldn’t hide from Be. Be notoriously called shit like a dice roll, or saw what nobody else wanted to see or was able to see. He perceived things that others attempted to obscure and hide, which was the primary reason why he said, and did wild shit. Be God was the type that would turn you upside down and turn your pockets inside-out, making sure that when he robbed you that he got every nickel.

     “When the psychologist at the jail interviewed me I told her I was God.”

     “Nigga that ain’t nuffin new no more. It was new when the Father did it in the 60’s and got sent to Matteawan. The Department of Corrections in damn near every state of the union know about the 5 Percenters. So that can’t be it-don’t tell me that shit God!”

     “I told them that I was God God, and didn’t present it in a 5 Percenter context in terms of the blackman being God. I said I was God-God!”

     “You told them that you was the God in the Bible?”

     “I told them that I personally created the entire universe from another dimension and my real name is Zotar and I come from a place in which there are seven dimensions and not four and that I came to Earth on vacation just to see how it was.” Add told Be the same story he told the jailhouse shrink.

     “Oh, I get it, you was really on some ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoos’ Nest’ type of shit. Well you really must have played the role convincingly for them to put your ass in the rubber room of a Puzzle Factory. Fucking Zotar! Nigga you funny as shit.”

     “Einstein pleaded insanity, that’s why he ended up there in the first place, but he was sentence to be there indefinitely, he gotta be in there for the rest of his life.”

     “White movafuckuz are a trip. White men kill there wives and plead insanity. You let me go and kill Darlene or Distilled Rain and they’ll put my Black ass under the jail. That American Justice shit you talking about-that shit ain’t shit. That’s why Gods call that shit the ‘Injustice’. I mean it is good that you’ve studied their language in law books but you still a nigga God.”

“Obama is a constitutional lawyer God. He is a scholar of the law.”

God we have that nigga stain on us. That ingrained hood shit in our eyes. Lungs filled with the smoke of 10,000 blunts, and noses that have snorted 10,000 coke lines, we got stick ups under our belts, moved countless ounces of blow. We’ve bust guns after which- time served. We come from a place where shit is real. Obama is from Hawaii nigga.” Be God’s tone was philosophical and poetic  and reeked of melancholy. “You can’t compare us to Obama-Nigga we got murder under our belt!”

“And you think Obama don’t?!” Add said, “Obama got bodies on top of bodies like a movafucka son, drones done sent them Taliban niggaz back to the Black Mind of Allah by the thousands, and Osama Bin Laden’s head is the profile pic on theirr headstone.      

   “I guess you gotta point.” Be God remarked.

To Be Continued…
















Friday, November 30, 2012

The Trials And Tribulations Of Da God Right Add

    Be God dug into his right jean pocket, removing a cellophane bag of white powder along with some loose change. At the sight of the powder Right Add instantly turned away, he knew exactly what it was.

     “God you just said a Father is one who is responsible for his community, looks after it, and keeps it safe and then you pull out cocaine? You manifested a beautiful build on the Supreme Alphabet and then you pull out cocaine? God see that’s the type of contradiction I can’t live with any more. That half-way righteous shit don’t rock for me no more God.” Right Add turned away, shaking his head like an old grandmother, and like an old grandmother he added a disapproving, “Um-um-um” under his breath in an attempt to further shame Be God.

    “Yall Christian ass Gods funny as shit. Nigga you use to snort more than me. You accepted Jesus Christ as your personal lord and savior? Why don’t you just go up in Harriet Tubman and buy one of the Muslim hats with the tassle on top.”

      Careful and meticulous like a scientist Be God unwrapped the cellophane bag, then pulled out a hundred dollar bill off the top of a rubber-banded cash knot and with the skill of a sculptor managed to shape the Benjamin into a ladle, but instead of soup he scooped-up a nostril full of China white, then, inconspicuously ducking down behind the steering wheel he took a bump of blow in to his right nostril, suctioning the powder deep into his brain. Quickly he rose up, taking a refreshing deep breath and then again ducking down taking another scoop with the alternate left nostril: another deep long swine like snort.

     “Nigga this that shit up from Houston, not that ATL stepped-on shit, less than one cut on it. Snort-a-bump for old time sake G-O-D! It’s that Houston understanding God, fresh over the border nigga.” Be God urged, tempting Add.

     “Now Cipher! You justify your filthy affairs and dirty religion using your distorted, and diluted version of the truth God.” Right Add said accusingly, continuingly looking out the passenger side window, ignoring the glorious snorting sounds of the Houston flame going up Be God’s nostrils.

     “Yo Emblem. You want a bump God?” he said looking in the rear-view mirror at Em.

     “I’m peace God. God you can let me out I got to handle some math across the street.” Emblem said.

     Be God got the hint and unlocked the door, letting Emblem out.

     “Yall Gods be peace.” Emblem said walking away from the vehicle.

     “Cee what happens when you bring that understanding out. Pussy niggaz get shook as fuck. That’s what you gonna become God? One of those niggaz who get shook as fuck when the understanding come out and the temperature in the room goes up?”Be asked Add, referring to Emblem.

     “I’m good on the understanding tip Lord. Knowledge power months all being born to my understanding. That shit gotta expiration date Gee and I ain’t gotta put it through my nose no more Lord.”

      “Aw here we go! You did fifteen months in the county and now you on some self-righteous shit. ‘Been there-done that’ God. Fifteen months ain’t shit and fifteen months in some country ass Virginia county lock-up definitely ain’t shit.  That true I master equal killed the muscle in your hustle? Not Da God Right Add! You ain’t goin’ down to Victory Allah to get that cream no more? Not Da God Right Add Allah! Say it ain’t so!” Be God was mocking Right Add’s new post-prison house righteous demeanor.

      “After that experience I took the devil under heel! I took the devil under heel! I took the devil under heel!” Right Add chanted, rocking back and forth like a soldier afflicted with post traumatic stress disorder. “A little bit of weed is all I need. That other devilishment like that grafted powder you’re putting up your nose, I’m done with that snake venom.”

     “My degrees say ‘into hell’ not ‘under heel’.” Be God nit-picked just to nit-pick, imitating religious Gods.

      “Under heel or into hell? Whateva nigga!  You can’t tell me 120 ain’t real God. I lived it- it unfolded in front of my face nigga…” Add looked as if he was on the verge of tears, testifying like a syphilitic whore in church accepting Christ as savior.

     “Hold that the thought.” Be God said, intentionally cutting Add off, minimizing the drama and seriousness of Right Add’s experience. Loudly he powered each nostril again. “God you sure you don’t want a bump of this flame? Them Texas niggaz  bringin’ up that ill shit-shit is better than any package Dominican niggaz or ATL niggaz ever delivered. You remember when I told you Darlene fucked up that chunk-paper? Princess dumb ass can’t count. Like mother like daughter-dumb ass bitches. Broke me down to 22 racks. I called myself getting on that goodie-two shoe God shit, starting a business in the black community and what-not. Darlene came to me crying, “We only got 22 geez!” I ain’t argue wit da bitch. I grabbed the wisdom wisdom racks, copped a brick from them Texas niggas and ain’t look back. Fuck that Cliff Huxstable shit.  That goodie-two shoe God shit will make you a poor righteous teacher indeed. So nigga you best wake the fuck up and put whatever jail-house Koran you wrote in the past where it belongs: in the past. And go out to Victory Allah and get dis money nigga.” Be God scolded Add as if Add was a kid.

     “There is no unrighteousness in him! There is no unrighteousness in him! There is no unrighteousness in him! There is no unrighteousness in him! There is no unrighteousness in him.” Add just rocked back and forth again and again like a traumatized war vet home from Afghanistan. He looked crazy.

     “Did the Aryan Brotherhood rape you or somethin’ nigga? What da fuck is wrong wit chu Add?” Be God yelled, looking at his one-time hustlin’ A-alike like he was crazy.

     “Hell no they ain’t rape me nigga. The fuckin’ correctional officers tortured me, violated my constitutional rights. Fuckin devils!  They showed and proved that the colored man is da Caucasian or White Man Yacob’s grafted devil. Point fuckin blank! Fuck you Be God, you can go on wit that H.G. Wells bullshit theories about Asiatic history  all da fuck you want. 120 unfolded in front of my eyes God like the reality it is.” Right Add yelled as if a mad man about to snap.

  “What the fuck happened to you! You ain’t the same Right Add nigga! Honestly I thought you was in Victory Allah snitchin’ when I ain’t hear from you. I ain’t know shit. No indictments came down so I figured you kept your mouth shut and did your little time or whateva-whateva.”

     “Now cipher I wasn’t snitchin nigga!  God you just sat here and ran down this beautiful build about how you see Supreme Alphabet and Math and that’s peace, b.u.t. God you ain’t gonna tell me 120 ain’t real. That shit is real in the battle-field, it saved my life. Remember the rich white bitch I was fuckin’ in Victory Allah?”

     “Y equal Self!”

   “Well the bitch leased me a fly ass condo, it was supposed to be our little fuck spot. Condo management had to paint and repair minor shit before I moved in, so in the meantime the white bitch gets me a telly for a week. Her husband-the judge called her on some emergency shit-so the white bitch bounced. I was cool wit that. That shit you snorting right there…” Add pointed at the cellophane bag of blow in the truck’s ash tray. “…that flame from Houston you first floated me had me buzzin, feelin good than a movafucka. Niggaz in V.A. was calling that shit Columbiana. Remember when that movie Columbiana came out? Well that’s the nick name niggaz in Victory Allah put on that flame. I did like you said, no ‘stepsies’, ain’t put no cut on it, kept it raw as Ole Dirty. All them Victory Allah niggaz was lookin’ for that kid Right Add from Now Why. All I had was a brick and a half. Remember? I couldn’t keep that shit in the store. I sold damn near one and a half bricks before noon. I kept four and half ounces for personal, cause I never snorted coke that pure. Word is Bond. The shit ain’t have none of them shoe prints from ATL tap dancin’ niggaz on it. Them niggaz was puttin’ baby laxative on the brick every step of the way up I-95.”

     “I’m in the telly, and the white bitch texts me the word ‘Handcuffs’, which meant that she couldn’t get away from her husband. Her husband had become mad suspicious. So I’m in the telly with the best coke I ever snorted, and no power you. The coke had me hornier than a savage in the pursuit. So I say fuck it; get fly, and hit the strip club the same way I came to North America, and took a few samples of the flame for bitches. While I’m in the club two hoes give me a lap dance. I pay ‘em wisdom cipher and tip ‘em each a half-a-gram of the flame.”

      “I’m sipping on a Heineken watching the other hoes in the club swing from poles and both the bitches I tricked-off a gram to came back after they took a bump. The bitches was like, “Nigga what chu tryna’ do?”

     I told ‘em off rip, “I’m tryna put my dick in both yall mouth.” Right Add said, causing Be to laugh loudly. This was the old Add Be knew.

      “You got more of that?” One of the hoes asked me. I ain’t answer that bitch. My diamond watch told the bitch I had a boat load of coke. The two bitches had a quick whore conference, working out how they were gonna play it. I’m still sippin’ on the first Heineken, doing the knowledge on the other hoes. Finally, the bitches got it in gear, one hoe had a bucket so they followed me back to the telly. We stop at a light. The hoes is behind me in their cee Allah rule and I noticed in my rear-view that the bitch driving was on her phone. My Knowledge Wisdom Cipher turns on like GPS nigga and in my heart of hearts I feel like this bitch is on the power he with da wolves.”

      Add’s words had Be God dialed all the way in, watching it in his third as if it was a 60 inch high def smart true victory.

     “I start mumblin’ to myself, ““You out here mingling with these 85 snakes on the verge of fallin’ victim.”” I could feel this bitch was planning to bring wolves to the door. At that point I’m caught between two places in knowledge wisdom cipher. On one-hand I’m horny and I really wanna live-out a beast life that night and on the other hand I think the whore on the power he, tailing me in the bucket is making arrangements to feed me to some wild beasts on some Nurse shit.”  

      “And you know what God?” Right Add asked Be God, captivated by Add’s story.

     “What?” Be God answered.

     “My dumb ass follows my dick on some easily led in the wrong direction shit. Like Musa had a hard-time, I had a hard dick, all I could imagine was one of them hoes suckin’ on my balls while the other one was suckin’ my dick. The black germ in me was tryna civilize the weaker brown germ in my body. Black Germ telling me to relax, and cool the fuck out while the brown germ wanna throat fuck both them bitches. In my third eye the germs in my body are separating God. I could literally feel myself grafting Black into white. I got my hands on the steering wheel and in my head I’m listening to the brown germ and the black germ argue. Brown germ said that the bitches just wanna snort some blow and fuck, and that the whores ain’t even swift enough to set-up a sharp nigga like me: I’m Da God Add! The black germ goes to the born degree and says don’t take them whores on face value.”

      “My name was already ringin’. D.C. niggaz, Victory Allah niggaz was all talkin’ bout da kid Add from New York is a millionaire. Far from a fuckin’ millionaire, I’m no where near. 31, 32 thou at best, and the white bitch was holdin’13 ‘break in case of emergency’ racks. Victory Allah niggaz just knew I had that raw, but couldn’t put a name to the face. So these bitches is tailing me right! Later I realize the bitches is lookin’ dead at my New York plates.  The bitches put two and two together that I must be that kid Add from New York wit da Columbiana. I ain’t realize that angle of the square until I was sittin’ in a jail cell gettin’ beat wit many stripes. That night, living a beast-life kicked the shit out of all my inclinations leaning toward a right and exact sense of civilization. Instead of shaking these bitches I go against my better judgment, bring ‘em back to the telly, hoping like hell that these bitches is too blind, too deaf, and too dumb to bring wolves to da door.”

     “We in the room, and I’m settin out the blow, put an L of kush in the air and one the bitches  start baby-sittin’ the blunt talkin’ bout, “I like the way yall talk in New York.” I don’t pay this country bitch no mind and without hesitation I pull down my pants, whip my divine eye out and sprinkle flame on it. I make these bitches do what they W-2 tax forms say they get paid to do-which is suck my movafuckin’ dick.  One of ‘em was a bad bitch, and the other one was just ‘alright’. They doin’ they thing but I ain’t feelin’ shit, my dick and balls numb as fuck from the flame. All I hear is the bitches slurpin’. The alright lookin’ bitch kept stoppin’ and saying, “This some good coke!”  I’m lookin’ down at both the bitches’ peeping their  weave tracks and I say to the alright lookin’ bitch who kept talkin instead of suckin’, “I ain’t tryna look down on you ma but put my left nut back in your mouth and shut da fuck up.”

     “God you crazy as fuck!” Be God laughed while rollin another L.

      Even though I told the bitch to put these nuts back in her mouth, every 30 seconds, the bitch would pop her head up, “This coke that shit.”

     “Word is bond Be, even though I ain’t in the game no-more that Columbiana shit from Houston was pushing them Victory Allah niggaz  wigz da fuck back son. Finally, the alright lookin bitch gets off her knees to use the bathroom. The Bad bitch was doing her justice cipher born, goin’ hard on the divine eye. While the alright bitch was in the bathroom I listened for the sound of a stream of piss, even the sound of shit ploppin in toilet water, not even the faucet came on. The bitch was on her phone whisperin’ to da wolves. I pushed the bad bitch off my dick, pulled my pants up from around my ankles. I had to go. The bad bitch looked up at me and asked, “What’s up?” and I told her, “I gotta get some condoms from the whip. I wasn’t going to get condoms-I was gettin’ the fuck outta dodge. My 120 was on high alert blinking in bright red in my head, ‘THE WOLVES ARE COMING’. The whistle in the whip. The white bitch had my other whistle. The alright-lookin’ bitch opened the bathroom door and asked, “Where you goin’ bae!” I told her the same bullshit, “I’m going to the whip to get a condom.” And the alright lookin bitch says, “Booh I got plenty condoms!”  

     “Fuck bullshitting these hoes. I opened the drawer next to the bed because I had the four and a half ounces of blow on top of the Gideon Bible. As soon as I see the bible my 120 GPS spits the knowledge degree in the one to forty in a split second, ‘Who wrote the Holy Quran or Bible How Long Ago? And will you tell us why does Islam renew its History every 25,000 years?”  I immediately realize these bitches tryna get my Quran expired. At that point I’m moving at a terrific speed, snatch the understanding from the Gideon Bible and bolted. The bitches see all the blow, and their eyes get big but they don’t make a move. I get my car keys and get to the parking lot. As soon as I close the Tahoe doors the wolves turn into the hotel parking lot, riding four or five deep in a rust color Crown Vic. I see the wolves before the wolves see me. I dip past these niggaz real smooth. They goin’ one way and I’m goin’ the other. 85 Niggaz was planning to ‘First 48’ Da God. Fuck that shit!”

     “The fucked up thing is that now I’m riding dirty, more than enough understanding under the arm-rest to put me under the prison house. My plan was to dip to a restaurant, get some coffee and clear my head. After a few left turns and a couple sharp rights on back streets I realize I got the same head-lights in the rear-view and it wasn’t the wolves who turned into the telly parking lot. My third calculating, tryna figure out who da fuck is this?   I catch a view in the streetlights and see it’s a white movafucka. First thing I think is ‘Feds’. My heart drop. I’m thinkin’ RICCO on some 240 months shit and start thinking, ‘where can I dump da dope?’ He ain’t pull me over, but he ghostin a nigga hard. I turn into a gas station, and play the ‘gettin gas’ role. Whiteboy turn in with me but didn’t turn into a pump, instead he parks. When I knew he wasn’t looking I was gonna dump the coke in the trash can between the seventh and eighth pump. I refined that thought and realized the feds would fish that shit out. Then I see the squeegee holder fabricated into the side of the trash can filled wit dirty Windex and water. I pick up the squeegee and dump the coke in the dirty Windex and water. Feds wouldn’t think to look in there. I start cleaning off my windshield, humming casually like I’m innocent John Q Public. White dude gets out of the car, and walks toward me. I’m peeping dude out of my peripheral but I’m focused on cleaning my windshield. When he got close he asked me “What happened over at the hotel?” The White man sounded clan affiliated.  I could tell he was on some official law enforcement shit. As I’m cleaning, I realize I still got the whistle in the whip. I dumped the coke, but still had the whistle.”

     “Who you?”

    “As soon as I asked, four police cars turned into the gas station. When I see the lights I know I got a gun charge and hoped that these movafuckuz wouldn’t search the squeegee holder.”

     “The room you came out of was rented with a stolen credit card and these officers would like to have a word with you.”

     “That was bullshit. The white bitch’s credit card was good.  The bitch’s husband who was a judge put a Private Eye on me and her and attached an addendum to all her accounts to be notified of her every purchase. Me and the white bitch had figured this out months earlier so she got a credit card in her maiden name. What we ain’t know is that her husband found out she had gotten another credit card and so when we checked-into the telly it raised a red flag and the judge was alerted. The Private Eye notified police. Even though I dumped the four and a half ounces of blow in the squeegee rack I still had the eight-ball in my pocket that I had set aside to trick on the hoes back at the telly and $7338 dollars in cash. They take me down for felony possession of a loaded firearm, felony possession of a controlled substance and fraudulent use of a credit card. They charged me, booked me and threw me in a cell with a dirty white boy withdrawing from Justin Bieber. This white movafucka skinny, stinky, and dirty as fuck. Needle marks everywhere. He laying in his bunk shivering, sweating and moaning. Dude stankin’.”

      Add paused, shaking his head as he was reliving the ordeal. He continued, “You know how you talk all that Supreme Alphabet shit? Well this white boy smelled like ‘Hell’. Love Hell and Right indeed which showed and proved that the smell of Hell was standing next to Right: me. This grafted snake’s funk wasn’t stinging somebody else it was stinging my nose.”

     ““Yo, Cee Ohh!” I’m yelling through the steel jail door tryna let the C.O. know that this white dude is sick. I’m thinking this whiteboy might have tuberculosis because he was coughing with the worse hack I ever heard”

     “Lights out!” The C.O. screamed back at me tryna get me to shut up.”

     ““But dude sick!” I’m tryna tell ‘em through the cell door.”

     “That’s the first warning!” He yells from the station-desk.”

    “I don’t want to find out what the wisdom warning is so I plays it cool and endure the funk of this whiteboy but then the white boy starts throwing up. Word is bond God, this whiteboy threw-up for a half hour straight before he started dry heaving. It’s only me and him in the cell and the floor of the cell is almost completely covered with vomit. The whiteboy can’t make it to the toilet to throw up.”

     ““Cee Oh! This dude sick and the vomit need to be cleaned up!” I yelled and banged on the door like a mad man.”

  “This big buzz-cut C.O. movafucka stands outside of the cell and starts writing me up. The second warning constituted as an official disciplinary demerit. I’m tryna show him that my celly is sick and he stink! I know they can smell him outside the door. Other inmates could smell this whiteboy in the other cells. The movafucka got open sores all over his body. I don’t know if this white boy got AIDS or what. The movafuckin cell floor was painted with vomit so I had to piss in the toilet standing on my tip-toes because I ain’t want to step in the whiteboy’s vomit. At about 3 a.m. the white boy starts shitting on himself. Explosive diarrhea! The back of his orange jumpsuit is shitty brown. I’m sitting on my top bunk like its sharks on the floor. I threw-up. I saw my vomit mix with devil vomit and the first thing I think about is how Yacob grafted the brown germ from the black germ into white. And word is bond God I start distilling because I realized I’ve fallen victim to devil civilization. My culture is freedom- freedom means you can leave. These Virginia White boys got me roped in a cave. I’m literally in the culture degree in the 1 to 14, smelling the white-boy’s shit in the caves of Europe. Eu means movafuckin hillsides and R-O-movafuckin’ P-E means the rope to bind a nigga in. No relief came. The Punks-Cee cipher punks got my power he, unconstitutionally blocking my right to due-process. I got that on my mind and screaming at the whiteboy to get up and use the toilet because his diarrhea was pouring out like liquid.”

    “So I scream again, ““Yo  Cee Oh!!” This movafuckin’ whiteboy shittin on himself. Then the same C.O. stands in front of my cell and tells me that with the third warning comes a 24 hour period of cell confinement which restricts me to my cell, meaning I gotta be in there with that whiteboy for 24 hours. The C.O. is ignoring what I’m saying, standing eight feet from the door barking my charges at me, acting like he can’t smell the feces in the cell. When he wrote me up he made a note that I used a racial slur. All I did was call him a movafuckin’ ‘whiteboy’ which I found out was a racial slur.”

     “I laid on my top bunk and I recited 120. I must have recited it power times before I fell asleep. At 5:30 a.m. they open the rectangular compartment in the door for the food tray. We get two food trays, an apple, a milk, a cereal and toast. The morning staff tells us to come to the door to retrieve our trays. The white boy is sleep or dead and I told them that there is vomit and feces on the floor. They give me thirty seconds to come to the door. I tell them again that its vomit and shit on the floor, and that my celly is real sick. I don’t get off the top bunk so they slam the rectangular steel compartment in the middle of the door.”

    “God I fuckin’ lost it. The last thing I had was a fuckin’ Heineken at the strip club. I’m hungry as a movafucka and on top of that I’m scheduled to be on cell restriction for the entire day.  The whiteboy still on the bottom bunk, finally he stopped shittin’ and throwing up. Around the God hour in the morning they send a white woman C.O. to the cell and she stands behind this red line approximately 8 feet from the cell door barking some more charges claiming that I’m conspiring to use feces as a weapon and that constitutes as intent to harm a correctional officer and in doing so nine months on top of my time will be added to my pending sentence to be determined at trial. “

    “God I snapped, I’m at the top of my lungs with “The colored man is the Caucasion or whiteman Yacob’s grafted devil!” God I screamed like I was insane. “You fuckin’ white devil! You fuckin’ white devil bitch! All the while I’m screaming this big white dyke bitch is calmly writing. These country movafuckuz is violating not only my civil and constitutional rights but they violating my human rights. And they violating the sick whiteboy’s rights because it’s mad obvious he needs medical attention.  The Whiteboy is still curled in his fetal position. I’m desperate at that point. I got to get out of that cell.  So I scream that I need my psych meds. I lie and tell them I’m bi-polar and schizophrenic and I need my meds!  I tell them that I’m having visions of cutting my celly’s throat.” I keep making threats of violence directed to my celly hoping that they forcibly extract me from this fuckin’ filthy ass stankin ass cell. Put me anywhere but here. Fuck the gun charge I’d take it, fuck the drug possession charge-I’ll take it. Fuck the movafuckin’ credit card fraud charge-I’d take it: just get me the fuck out of this cell is all I was thinkin.”

    “It worked. I see an extraction team set up outside of the cell. These whiteboys are dressed like firemen and S.W.A.T. all wrapped in one, wearing a combination of combat gear and yellow bio-hazmat suits because the night-shift C.O. informed them that I was using feces as a weapon.”

   “As they were preparing to extract me I sat up on the side of the top bunk waiting for them, rocking back and forth chanting, “Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Six big corn-fed white boys breached the door and the water hose went off in my face full blast knocking me back against the wall. I fell off the top bunk. “Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! Who is the Original Man! They draggin’ me on the floor through this whiteboy’s shit and vomit. I get this white heroin addicts defecation on my body. These movafuckuz is restraining me like I’m resisting. Arm twisted behind my back, boots between my shoulder blades. My other arm popped out of the socket and the right side of my face is pressed against the whiteboy’s vomit and shit on the cell floor.  The whiteboy still in the fetal position on the bottom bunk sleeping like a newborn fuckin baby. I stopped chanting, ‘who is the Original man’ because I don’t want the whiteboy’s shit or vomit gettin’ in my mouth because it’s bad enough it’s all in my ear and on the side of my face. So I disappear like the trader in the wisdom build to the peace of my black mind. Nigga, I get on some ‘Zen Bhuddist, 35,000’ years ago shit in my mind and even with the pain of my arm out of socket and these white boys beatin’ on my head I make it all the way to the equality degree in the one to ten in my mind before I lose consciousness and black da fuck out. “What is the exact square miles of useful land used by the total population of the Planet Earth everyday?”