The Second Amendment And 17 Reasons Why Em Ain’t The One! “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms shall not be infringed." That constitutional guarantee is the law of the land. Since many original people namely those that the devil calls ‘African Americans’ feel as though their citizenship and freedom in this country has never been fully recognized many never bother to pursue legal ownership, and a proper knowledge of a firearm. So we see rap videos with some dumb ass cat rapping, holding the quintessential ghetto nine millimeter incorrectly twisted to the side, pretending to be a killa, as well as an expert marksman. A Black President has assumed office and he never hesitates to remind you that he is just as much a true blue American as any White man in Idaho with a U.S. flag flying proudly on his front porch. When Original People fill out a job application we check ‘African American’. The last aspect of that title is ‘American’, that title guarantees you the right to bear firearms, and you don’t have to purchase them on the street illegally. You are within your constitutional right to bear arms. It is the illegal possession of firearms that contributes to crime, not legal possession. When a black man has a gun, the first thought in a lot of cases is that he is involved in some type of criminal behavior. His esteem as an ‘American’ has been compromised from the foundation of his upbringing usually: Why does he fear the devil now that he is a big man? When I was young and running wild my ole dad use to tell me that if I keep up wit that dumbass street shit I would never obtain a decent job, and secondly I would throw my right to bear arms out the window. At one time I could not fathom carrying a gun ‘legally’, taking Jerusalem from the devil set the foundation for all my past wildin’ out activities. When I gave up the ‘game’ and all the bullshit that comes with it I began to seriously review my rights as an ‘American’ especially those written expressly in the United States constitution. When I saw that I could own a gun lawfully, carry a concealed weapon legally, providing I adhere to the proper mandates of said state I was awe struck. If I am pulled over by the police it is my responsibility to inform the police officer immediately that I am licensed to carry a concealed firearm and that I am presently in possession of said firearm. No ‘Cops’ episode for me-where the cops during a traffic stop find a firearm stashed between the seat, and consequently the black or Hispanic guy is sent to prison for felony possession of a firearm like a dumbass. That ‘Cops’ scenario that is played out everyday with some Lil Wayne type nigga with his pants saggin’ telling the arresting officer that he ain’t know how the gun and marijuana got in the car is the result of ignorance. Someone who adheres to State and Federal law doesn’t have to worry about that shit. It is fucked up how many original people remain illiterate to basic gun laws, many law abiding original people still have a stigma when it comes to owning and carrying firearms. My Ole dad first took me to the gun range when I was about ten, and as a boy 'busting off' felt good. Yeah I said 'bustin off', naw nigga-really bustin off!!! My little hands shot a 357 Magnum and a nine millimeter semi automatic Taurus that day. The first time you shoot a gun is just as memorable as the first time you had sex, you never forget. My old dad gave me the basic safety instructions that day, and I rolled with that knowledge through my ‘wildin out’ years. He taught me the ‘BRAS’ method: Breath, relax, aim, squeeze. This weekend I was at the range releasing some tension and two 40 caliber Glocks with some rednecks from my job. Yeah ‘Rednecks’! “Em got Rednecks on his squad?” You Goddamn right- nobody on the Planet Earth has a more proficient knowledge of firearms than the colored man-word is bond!!!! Their Father Yacob played with steel, and like father like son they play wit steel! They got the knowledge of guns, ammo and the whole nine down to a science. Don’t let Pookie from the projects teach you shit about a gun, all he can show you is how to shoot a little baby in a stroller with a stray bullet. So many rappers talk about twin ‘Glizzys’ and have no idea of the responsibility that comes with one Glock let
I encourage all Gods and Earths without felonies to become NRA members, gun owners, and eventually licensed concealed carry holders. “Why you advocating ‘God U Nots Em’?” That early generation of Gods use to use the term ‘God U nots’, yeah their right, a gun don’t make you God, nothing does but the knowledge of yourself, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with asserting your full constitutional right to bear arms in this country. Knowledge of Self borns the reality that there are savages amongst us, and it ain’t no mystery God. Many amongst us have Earths and babies and what not, and my uncle does not talk his own language but I bet when said 85 is looking down the barrel of a Glock he will understand exactly what da fuck Emblem is talkin’ bout! Salidin had his door kicked in once while his babies were in the kingdom, and all he could do is call the movafuckin’ police. When I heard that shit I began to salivate, because in the words of Cedric the Entertainer “I WISH a movafucka would!” I would have been legally justified to unload hot shit in they movafuckin’ ass the moment they were in my domicile ( I fantasize to this day about the orgasmic like rush I would have had unloading the clip in said savage who dared kick my door in.) 17 hot ones to go, and when said 85 is returned back to the essence, his disembodied consciousness will resonate the question “Who is that Mystery God?” and hear nothing but an echo in infinite triple darkness. Em would have been that 85’s enlightener, because I would have lit that ass up wit light and thatz my duty as a civilized person: To teach!
Peace,
Em