Sister Captain Linda 13x: Happy Mother's Day Ma!!!

In 1968 a knowledge power year old shorty in Pelon(North Philly) was rocking her belly like jewelry. Rock your belly Queen. Rock your belly!! The Diamond she was carrying was Yours Truly! Indeed. She distilled me to the planet on knowledge wisdom understanding(Jan. 23 1969). The Queen had perfect timing and good sense. When I came out the womb of tripple Darkness she whispered, "Allah-U-Akbar" in my Ear, and didn't let the nurses take me to no room that was out of her view. She was the first person I ever saw fast. She didn't eat for God days-it freaked me out as a young child, she stayed up late cooking for N.O.I. bake sales, Dinner sales and preparing lesson plans. She was my 1st grade teacher at the University of Islam at Broad and Susquehanna. She taught me to recite the Alphabet through sound, not by letters meaning I didn't say, "A B C" etc, I said Aa Ba Ca Da Eh Fa Ga Ha Ih Ja Ka La Ma Na Oh Pa Qw Ra Sa Ta Uh Va Wa Xi Ya Za-she could recite fast, it sound beautiful. Any way when you born Alphabet to your seed like that it will have them sounding like their speaking in tongues-the tongue of Angels. My mother taught every first grader in the University of Islam that way-and we were all reading Khahil Gibran later that year, we new the circumferrence of the Earth, it's Square mileage and the distance of every planet from the Sun. She quickly ascended through the Rank and File of the MGT and was promoted to 'The Dean of Girls' and eventually Sister Captain Linda 13x.
Back then car theives would steal batteries out of cars. Some thugs from down the block took my mother's car battery. My mother walked up to all of them in full MGT garb, and told them they had 15 minutes to return her battery or she would have the F.O.I. blow up the whole fucking block! Guess what? Within 15minutes, a guy knocked on the door and said, "Miss Your battery is back in your car." The F.O.I. she was speaking of weren't the 'Farrakhan F.O.I.' who take violin lessons, they were Elijah's F.O.I.(Real Assasins). Needless to say my Ole' Earth never had a problem with neighborhood hoodlums from that moment forward.
Once after returning back from Chicago, she stormed in my room while I was at rest and started posting all of these homemade posters on my Wall, "Who is the Original Man?" and The answer:"The Maker, The Owner, The Cream of the Planet Earth etc." The colored Man was of course the 'Skunk' of the planet Earth back then. "Allah is God" the weight of the Earth, bits and peices of Supreme Wisdom decorated my childhood bedroom. Elijah instructed the MGT to do this to the rooms of the babies. While in Chicago, the Ministers taught a course on Sublimination and Mind Control. Is it any wonder I found NGE in my late teens?
I love you mom! Happy Mother's day- your my favorite MGT. Rock your Belly Queen! Rock your Belly!!!



Emblem

Stoop Step Court

I've been in Federal Court, Divorce Court, Criminal Court, Traffic Court and Child Support Court. As a Blackman in the Wilderness of North America I've touched all the bases of the Colored Man's 'Baseball Diamond' like judicial system and have decided to hang up my baseball cleets for good.
At the age of nine years old, I was a thriving Attorney in the Stoop Step Court system. Stoop Step Court came to order between 8:30 p.m. and 10 p.m. during hot summer nights before our mothers would call us in for our dreaded baths. All the boys were dirty and grimey from a hard day of playing basketball, football, freeze tag, 'Catch-a-girl-get-a girl', and hide 'n' go seek. Many cases were brung before the court docket during those hot, humid evenings in the hood. We designated a stoop step far from adult ears, but still within view of their watchful eyes.
After we took our seats on the stoop's steps-Stoop Step Court would swiftly come to order.
First Case: Would you rather eat dookie or burn up in the hottest fire?
The Judge that evening would ask each of us one-by-one the question. Every seasoned Attorney who practiced Stoop Step Law knows that the correct legal answer is a 'No Brainer': 'Burning up in the hottest fire' is the correct legal remedy for such a case. But of course there would always be a kid from the suburbs visiting his Grandmother for the summer, with brand new Pro-Keds on who would choose to eat dookie. The illegal response provoked all of us to yell, "Illlllllllllll!" and for the rest of the summer the suburban kid would be known as 'Dookie Breath!'
Second Case: Muhammad Ali v. Bruce Lee.
The Ali v. Lee case was a case that invoked deep legal and political passion in all Stoop Step Attorneys. We all understood the social, political and spiritual ramifications of our responses to this landmark case. The Suburban kid with the new Pro-Keds was asked first.
"Muhammad Ali or Bruce Lee?" Usually the Suburban kid chose 'Bruce Lee' and was completely oblivious to Ali's impact in the hood in 1978. The boy would be called a 'dummy' once again and held in contempt of Stoop Step Court. In a feeble attempt to recant his testimony, he would quickly enter a plea of "Muhammad Ali!" Again we would call the Suburban kid visiting his Grandmother for the summer a 'dummy'. Why? Because anyone familiar with Stoop Step Jurisprudence knows Bruce Lee and Muhammad Ali are a 'Tie'!
Last Case: Which girl on the block do you like the best: Tisha or Keema?
A question of this nature had to be answered with an explanation and pursuant to Stoop Step legal proceedings-'in all legal matters pertaining to girls-no 'Ties' were allowed'.
"I like Keema's face." Dirty Aaron would say.
"I like Tisha because she gettin' titties."said Barry.
"Keema got the prettiest face-so I pick Keema." Calvin said.
"I like Tisha because she got a fat butt." said Glenn.
"Keema said she likes my new Pro Keds-so I asked her, if she could 'Stand a Chance'? She said, 'yeah'-so she became my girlfriend last night." The kid from the Suburbs said proudly.
"Who you like Emblem?" The kids all asked.
"I like Keema the best because she reached her hands through the mail slot of my screen door and played with my 'Thing' this morning."
For the first time me and the kid from the suburbs agreed.

The Tragic Assasination of Emblem: Almost A True Story

Every now and then I get a call from some chick's husband threating to kill me, it usually starts out with some dude telling me to leave his wife alone! I don't mess with married women, they mess with me. This particular husband checked his wife's cell phone, and called me back. He told me in no uncertain terms that I am a dead man! Well I told him he gotz to bring some ass to get some ass and bring plenty bullets! I told him to check his wife's phone, and that he would not fine one incoming call from me. I never called her, she calls me. All the time! Then he sends me an E-mail that he is a United States Sniper in the Military and that he would shoot me going to my car. So for about a week I leave the born jewel heated, locked and loaded ready to return this nigga back indeed.
One day I slipped- left the God u now under my pillow and leave the rest without my heat. I'm a Cappuccino addict and I gotz to hit up the local coffee shop every morning for my caffeine fix.
Driving into my complex, I cee a dude in an Envoy driving out-so we pass each other real slow. I don't know this nigga, he don't know me and we give each other that 'Nigga What?!' look. As I pull up in my parking spot with my cappuccino in tow I cee that the same Envoy is in my rear view mirror. He turned around and followed me back. Keep in mind, my heat is under my pillow still sleep-so I'm basically naked! Before I roll up the window, he asked me, "You Emblem ain't you?" The God Emblem thought he was about to be returned back. My last defense was, "Naw. I ain't Emblem! Who's Emblem?" He says, "You is Emblem!" He getz out the Envoy, I get out my Truck, and all I can think of is 'hit this movafucka before he can draw down on your ass'.
So this nigga runs up on me and gives me a movafuckin thug hug. I'm thinking to myself, 'Who the fuck is you?'
He told me equality years ago I sold him his first dime bag of weed and that him and Mary Jane have been happily married since.