“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…
