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Peace,

Although this is a topic that I believe I’ve built on in the power allah self truth, it’s radiating in my third today self cipher I must expand on it further. When we use the phrase “mind detect mind,” we’re making a deep statement which implies that we bear witness to a multitude of different realities. For the uninitiated, this phrase is used by Gods and Earths when one of us manifests a thought that the other was either drawing up at that exact moment, or had drawn up previously correspondent to a given cipher. For example, if I’m in the see allah rule with one of the Gods and I’m thinking about how hungry I am, but before I get a chance to speak on it he says, “We need to get some god degree, I’m hungry as hell,” said statement shows and proves that he was thinking the same thing that I was thinking. Now one could say this doesn’t just happen amongst Gods and Earths, and that’s true, however, if we agree that Allah is the highest form of living mathematics in existence and his wisdom is an extension or reflection of him, then when the aforementioned phenomenon manifests itself among them (God & Earth) it is correspondingly doing so in its highest possible form. This having been established, let’s examine the phrase a bit deeper. As of late I have been met with intense opposition relative to the idea that Allah is the divine universal black mind and intelligent architect of the universe. I have been accused of teaching spookism and advocating a mystery god because I bear witness to the group reality of the black mind vs the singular manifestations of mind which exist within each of our singular physical frames exclusively. The irony in this is that some of these same people use the phrase “mind detect mind.”

So exactly what does it mean for mind to detect mind. It means that it recognizes itself. And, in order for that to be the case, both singular microcosmic minds simultaneously identifying and recognizing one another are bearing witness to the reality of their ONENESS within the mental macrocosm. This is no different than a situation in which there are only wisdom black people in a cipher full of colored people. When those two black people notice each other and their eyes meet they will typically give one another a signal of some sort whether it be a head nod, a fist pump, a peace sign, or whatever, just for the sake of acknowledging that each is now aware of the other based on the commonality between them. Said commonality is that they are both black, and therefore part of the same whole, which is a collective of people (group reality). Feel free to stop reading when you see the spookism or mysticism in this wisdom. There is none. When you look at the world around you there’s nothing that you will see which wasn’t born out of thought, which is a projection of the mind. Reality is not arbitrary because if it was then there would be no need for the various blueprints by which it is situated, nor the mathematics which dictates the order of said situation. Allah is indeed ARM, LEG, LEG, ARM, HEAD, but the head is no good without mind occupying it and communicating through the brain, the exact signals necessary to call these power body parts into motion. I’ve been told that the brain and the mind are one in the same, to which I retort emphatically now cipher. If that was the case then when a man dies we should be able to open his head and scrape all of his knowledge off of his brain for preservation in a cryogenic chamber to be recycled at our convenience. Instead, a man’s mind is illustrated by, and preserved through, those that he touched throughout his love I father equal via his words, deeds, writings, etc. The brain is nothing more than an engine which can’t run without God allah savior (gas). Mind is the gas which is why gas was manifested before liquids, and solids in terms of the basic forms of matter which exist in the universe. Does mind pervade the cells of the brain? Indeed it does, however, it can’t be quantified because mentality is not a quantity but rather a quality. This is why people suffer mental illnesses. It’s not so much that there’s something wrong with their minds as much as it is factors effecting the brain, which is the transmitter. If you don’t have a functioning antenna for your true victory then the picture that you see will not be clear. If the antenna for your cell phone is not functioning properly then you won’t be able to hear the person on the other end. And, if you have brain damage then the transmission of your mind’s projected thoughts will be disrupted and therefore limited. The defense rests…

Peace.
Preme

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E could feel chills up and down his six year old spine as he focused his ear and mind in order to absorb all of the older God’s wisdom. He knew that his uncle Shamiek was wise, so he figured his enlightener must be even wiser. His young third eye was a sponge ready to soak up knowledge of self. “Peace young God. My name is Be Wise Allah, what’s your name Sun?”

“My name is Erick, but my nickname is E.”

“It’s peace to build with you E. I understand that you want knowledge of self and that you earned your Supreme Mathematics today. Congratulations, I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Be Wise.”

“What we’re going to build about is some basic science that you need to know as far as getting to know your self, and coming to understand what being God is all about. Do you know what it means to have knowledge of self?” “Yeah, it means to know who you are.” “True indeed! That’s right and exact God, but there’s a bit more to it. Knowledge of self is basically about learning who you are, who everybody else in the universe is, and why. Now there’s two parts of the self, there’s “you” that you see in the mirror, which is the individual young man that you are walking and living in the world, and then there’s your universal self, which is the divine black mind that you, me, Meek and all of the other Gods come together to form, which is Allah. Does that make sense?” “I think so, it’s like Kobe is a basketball player by himself, but the Lakers is his team.” “You got it Almighty! That’s right, by yourself you are the original God that came out of your ole’ Earth’s stomach, but you are also part of the group reality that is Allah. Now you know you can’t eat pork anymore right?”

“Indeed, I already told my ole’ Earth that I will never eat it ever again. Why don’t we eat pork?” “Because it’s a poisonous animal God and it’s not good for you. Pigs are filthy animals and they eat almost anything. Have you ever heard anyone say you are what you eat?” “Yeah.” “Well pigs eat trash, so that’s what they are to us. If you eat good food then you have a healthy body, and if you think good thoughts then you have a healthy mind God. Now I want to tell you about our family tree, which is the line of Gods that you are becoming a part of going all the way back to Father Allah.”

“Ok, when did you get knowledge of self? Who was your enlightener?”

“I got knowledge back in the year knowledge born god understanding. That’s how you say 1973 using supreme mathematics, Shamiek is gonna teach you that and when he does you’ll always build using your math. Your age is what we call your physical degree. You’re six years old so your physical degree is equality, because six is equality in Supreme Mathematics. My physical degree is power culture because I’m 54 years old. I was 17, or knowledge God, when I got math and I was taught by a great God by the name of Shaheed Born God Allah. He was taught by King Justice Allah, who was taught by First Born Prince Allah, and of course he was taught by the Father Allah.”

“Is that the whole tree?” “No, that’s just how we trace back to the Father. There’s a lot of other Gods and Earths in between who each of us have taught. The place where Meek and I got knowledge is Brooklyn, New York which we call Medina. You live in Chicago, which we call C-Medina, and the Nation was founded in Harlem, New York, which we call Mecca or the “root” because it’s the root of our civilization. That just means it’s the place where we became civilized. Now why do you think it’s important for black people to have knowledge of self E?”

“So we can learn how to act and teach it to others.” “Indeed! I want you to always remember that once you get knowledge of self, you have to teach it to others because our lessons tell us that this is our duty. That’s why it’s so important for you to take your studies seriously so that you can be the best teacher you can possibly be. I also want you to know that just because you become a poor righteous teacher, that doesn’t mean that you stop being a student. Knowledge is infinite, which means that it never ends. The black man is God/Allah, the best knower, so he has to keep studying so that every day he will come to know more. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand God.” “Good. Another thing that I want you to know is that this knowledge works hand in hand with what you learn in school, so it’s very important for you to always show and prove in school. If you say that you’re the best knower then you have to show that to people, but not in a way that makes them feel like you think you’re better than them. So now that you know who God is, who do you think the devil is?

“The white man.” “Indeed, the colored man, or caucasian white man is the devil.” “So does that mean that we hate white people?” “Absolutely not. We don’t hate anyone. Some white people are righteous and do great things in, and for the world, so it’s not about hate. What it’s about is their origin in this world. The same way that God is a group reality for us, devil is a group reality for them. That means that just because they don’t ACT like devil, that doesn’t mean that they aren’t devil. Also just because a black man is born into the world as God, that doesn’t mean that he will ACT the way God should act. This science is very important because they come from us so we’re linked to them. But ever since they came to be, they have done everything they could to make life hard for the original man.”

“So how come good white people are still devil even if they don’t act like it?” “Because that’s what they came into the world as so that’s their nature. Even good white people benefit from the savage things that the bad ones have done to our people, and they would never give up those benefits in order to make the world better for us. The important thing is never to take any person on face value. Just because a person is white that doesn’t mean that they aren’t righteous or that they won’t treat you well. And just because a person is black doesn’t mean they won’t treat you bad. We simply deal with God and devil in order to understand the nature of people. However, we judge them individually based on their ways and actions. There are three groups of people in the world that you need to know about. The 5%, the 10%, and the 85%. The 85% are most of the people that you see every day. They eat pork, which we also call swine, or poison animal. They don’t have knowledge of themselves or their origin in this world so they are easily led in the wrong direction by things such as drugs, religion, and crime. These are the people that we are here to teach.”

“Are they all bad?”

“No. They aren’t all bad, they are just lost but our lessons tell us that they can be found. Just because a person is dead in the mind that doesn’t mean they have to stay that way. I used to be that way and so did Shamiek. But there’s always a chance to come back from mental death, we just can’t come back from a physical death.”

“You mean like when I was actin’ like a savage at school and not studying and then Meek made me straighten up. Before I stopped being a savage I was mentally dead but when I started to do better I came back from mental death right?”

“That’s exactly right G! You stopped actin’ like a savage and straightened up because you KNOW better. The God just pointed that out to you and got you to start acting according to what you know is right. That’s why knowledge is so important because it’s the foundation of your mind’s diet. It gives you information to pull from that you can use to be and act wise because wisdom is nothing more than knowledge that is put to use.”

“Ok, I got it. So who are the 10%?”

“The 10% are the rich people of the world, who take advantage of the 85% so that they can live a good life. They use their money and power to feed off of the ignorance of the 85% and to keep them blind to who they are. That’s why we refer to the 10% as the bloodsuckers of the poor. As long as the 85% depend on them for food, clothing, and shelter, they can continue to rule the world.”

“How come they don’t use their money and power to help the 85%?”

“That’s a great question Lord. It’s because the devil has the world set up in a way where the only way to get rich and stay rich is to take advantage of others. Also, if a person that’s part of the 10% starts to help the 85% then the rest of the 10% won’t like that. Always remember God, people who are similar tend to expect one another to act a certain way so when you act other than that way they give you problems.”

“Indeed. Some of my friends at school started treating me different when I told them I wanted to get knowledge and stop bein’ a savage. They called me a nerd and said I was lame. I didn’t let it bother me though.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that God. Your friends just don’t understand the science that you’re dealing with. As God of your universe you don’t ever let other people tell you that being civilized is wrong because it’s not, they are. See the 85% are like sheep and the 10% are like shepherds. The sheep always follow the shepherd. God is a leader and not a follower so as long as what you do and say is right and exact you don’t worry about what others say or think. That leads me to the third and final group which is us.”

“You mean the 5%?” “That’s right great mind! We are the 5% in the poor part of the planet Earth. We don’t believe in the nonsense that the 10% teaches because we are all wise and know who the true and living God is, and teach that the true and living God is Allah, the Supreme Being, the black man of Asia. We teach freedom, justice, and equality to all human families of the planet Earth. We are hear to help the 85% recover from mental death and learn who they are.”

“How come there’s so few of us?” “That’s because of mathematics G. Any time you have a large group of people when you deal with the best and brightest of the group, the closer you get to the top, the smaller the number will be. Out of the top 10 students in your class would you rather be number 10 or number 1?”

“Number 1.” “That’s right and if you’re number one then you have that top spot all to your self. The cream of the crop always rises to the top G and that’s who the 5% are. There are only a few people in this world who are fit to walk, live, and teach this math God. The 5, 10, and 85 percentages remain the same because for every person that gets knowledge there are many more who move further in the wrong direction.”

“Earlier you said religion is bad, how come?” “Religion is bad but all religious PEOPLE aren’t. The science on that is this, religion teaches people to believe in a mystery God which doesn’t exist. By focusing their needs, wants, and hopes on an imaginary God they move further and further away from the true and living God, and remain mentally dead. Think about it like this. If the preacher man taught you every thing he knows then he wouldn’t be special anymore and you would no longer have any use for him. That’s why he runs his church in such a way where you can’t question him or be equal with him. That way, you’ll keep coming back and giving him your time and money. The 5% doesn’t do that. We share our knowledge so that we can promote equality because if everyone has knowledge, wisdom, and understanding then the world will be a less chaotic and more peaceful place. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, it makes a lot of sense and I’m learning a lot from you. I can tell that you taught Meek.” “Well that’s true but he has also taught me a lot since I met him just as you will teach him as he gives you knowledge.”

“How can I teach him when he’s so wise and I’m just a kid?” “Well God, just because you are a child that doesn’t mean you can’t teach an adult anything. It’s just in a different way. Since adults are basically grown up children, when we observe you, we get a better understanding of ourselves. You also make us sharper because you ask us questions and challenge us to show and prove. That’s why the Father taught that the babies are the greatest. As the God teaches you, he’ll learn how to be a better teacher. He can only learn this by practicing because practice makes perfect. As you elevate, he elevates, so we elevate because remember we’re one, we’re Allah.”

“So you mean what I do effects the nation?” “Indeed because when people see you they see the nation, they see our tree, and they see your enlightener to a degree because they are all related. I gotta go up to the school for a nation function God so imma’ let you go. We’ll build again soon and I’ll check on you from time to time to make sure you’re alright. We’re righteous brothers so you can call me to build anytime ok?”

“Ok Lord.”

“Our family tree has a rich tradition so we have high expectations of you but I have no doubt that you will do well. I’ll build with you soon God. Peace!

“Peace!”

After he hung up the phone, E felt like he had a battery in his back. He was determined to become the wisest God that he possibly could, and to make his family tree proud. He now understood why it was so important to do the right thing and why his dad, uncle, and his ole’ Earth were always stressing it. He also felt more confident that he was following the path that was meant for him so he no longer cared what his friends at school thought. Like the God told him, he’s Allah and that’s all he cared about… showing and proving to the best of his ability.

Peace.
Preme

The Sword on the Upper Part…

Posted: December 15, 2010 in Uncategorized

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Peace,

It really irks the fuck out of me to deal with the devil sometimes because he always operates under the assumption that he can bullshit you and slip it past you in a fine mist. Then, when you call him on it, he’ll strive to de-humanize the situation in order to switch the current of allah I rule by actin’ as if you aren’t justified in freezin’ his ass with your wisdom. He better dress warm fuckin’ wit me, word is bond. Don’t worry, imma manifest the source of my anger in one C-Medina minute. Self cipher I just moved into a new apartment on the power day of this month. On the understandin’ day, I took off from the justice to go up to the realty company and sign the lease. Ironically enough, it’s located directly accross the street from Mosque Maryam in the hood, but when you go inside it’s full of colored people. Go figure.

So I sit down with this grafted man and go over this thick ass packet of documents, do the knowledge, sign & initial in all of the prescribed spots. I was told before I got there that a stove & refigerator would be provided so I asked him to confirm that and he did. He also gave me an envelope with some stickers for my bell & mailbox along with some envelopes to pay rent with. He seemed cool but (a) he’s devil & (b) my born degree cautions me not to take shit on face value. On the front of the big envelope he writes the name and phone number of the nigga that “manages” the building and tells me to just call him if I need anything and he’ll help me out. Suuuurrrrreeeee he would.

Now he never gave me a definitive time frame within which my stove & fridge would be delivered so I started callin’ the black dude the day I moved in to find out the science. Aside from speaking with him briefly a few hours before the move, I haven’t reached him since. This is after at least equality phone calls, wisdom voice mails, and a text message between the power & build days. Fast forward to the build day. I call the colored man and run down my issues which now include the fact that the locks on my front door need to be tightened up, the light for the ceiling fan in the dining room doesn’t work, and my mailbox doesn’t lock. He asks me to email him my concerns and I do within minutes. I still have yet to get a response. Of course at this point I’m gettin’ pissed. I call back up to the office today and talk to the devil and he acts all fake empathetic and asks if I can call him back. I call him back this evening and he tells me that within the next day or two the shit should be resolved. What irked me about it was that he made it seem like I was stressin’ the urgency too hard or somethin’ when neither he nor his slave bothered to respond to any of my correspondence. I also drew up how he never gives definitive answers when you pressure him, as far as dates and times.

Little does he know, I already called the company that linked me up with them and complained. I’ve also done some prelimenary research on renter’s rights and the steps I can take if they don’t show and prove. I know that they do business like this because they assume that every tenant is a ghetto ass 85er with no gumption or business sense. They  probably don’t have tenants put this type of heat on him typically but I don’t give a fuck. One of the Gods gave me a jewel. He said whenever the devil fucks up, you send the devil to set him straight. True indeed. If this shit isn’t resolved by Friday, I’m kickin’ the dealings up a notch and makin’ some more calls to alert the appropriate authorities. This is why he has to wear a sword on the upper part of the flag so he can always see it. I’ll show it to that muthafucka!

Peace.
Preme

As Twan parked in front of his building and turned down the Lil’ Wayne mix cd he was bumpin,’ he saw a welcome sight in his rear-view mirror. It was the Queen I-Refined pulling into the spot behind him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Claire Huxtable of the Asiatic World…peace Queen!” The equality between he and the Earth mirrored that which he and Meek shared. They had mad love for one another, but the shit talkin’ was non-stop.

“Peace Hungry Jack!” The Queen retorted. “Your timing is impeccable. Help me with these groceries after you gather up the rest of the God power in the kingdom please.”

“Cool, let me go get these niggaz.” Twan turned his key, entered the rest, and immediately rounded up the crew. As usual, P was the first one to reach her. “Peace Queen!” “Peace handsome Sun, come here & give me some sugah….mwuahhhhh!” The Queen picked him up and gave him a kiss. Kevo, Meek, and Twan were right behind P so they snatched up the bags and everyone filed back inside.

“So what type of extra healthy dinner you got planned for tonight?” Twan asked in a curious tone. “You’ll just have to wait and see. In the meantime, I suggest you get a snack because it’ll be a while before it’s done. By the way, what you got on these groceries brotha?”

Meek immediately chimed in. “Yeah, mack daddy, run that love offerin’ on this god degree Sun.” Twan reached into his pocket and forked over two folded twenties. “That should cover it. I hope we got some spray in the bathroom cuz I know after I eat this vegan cuisine imma’ drop bombs over Baghdad!” P immediately broke out into laughter and his uncle Twan joined him.

“That’s because the meals I prepare help clear all that animal flesh and whatnot out ya’ intestines. If you lay off them gyros, polishes, and pizza puffs you wouldn’t have such foul bombs to drop silly.” I-Refined couldn’t help but giggle to her self at Twan’s humor, crossbred with ignorance.

“Whatever, just hook up them plants and tofu wit’ some good good seasoning cuz I’m starvin.” “What’s the science wit ya book game Kevo?” The Queen inquired. She and he were both avid readers and always had peace builds about the literature that they drew up.

“Man, I need to hit Border’s like yesterday. It’s been a week since I started a new book. The last joint I finished was this book written by Ron Jaworski called “The Games that Changed the Game.” “Word, what was he dealin’ wit’?” “He was chronicling some of the most influential football games in NFL history in terms of how they impacted what the game has become today. I dug it because dude is real precise in the way he breaks down little nuances of the game that the casual fan wouldn’t necessarily catch. I’m ready to switch it up and deal with somethin’ more high powered though. You got any suggestions?”

“Indeed. Me and the God were thinkin’ about coppin’ that new Stephen Hawking book just to draw it up even though we know it ain’t gone be right and exact. It’s called the Grand Design.”

Kevo was familiar with Hawking but had never done any extensive research on his work. “I might wanna get down on that. I saw a documentary on the Discovery Channel that featured him. That’s the dude that helped substantiate the Big Bang Theory right?” Meek eagerly added on. “True indeed. He’s a cosmologist/mathematician who’s written extensively on the universe and it’s origin. The thing about it is, he’s starting to bump his head on a glass ceiling that even his brilliant, but grafted, mind can’t penetrate. He’s now saying that the universe was not intelligently designed based on certain so-called flaws that he sees in it’s layout.”

“You mean like on some the world wasn’t actually created type shit?” “Yeah. He just talkin’ that weak shit because he can’t see himself in the mathematics behind the blueprint so he’s strivin’ to push the idea that all this that we see and hear just arbitrarily made itself manifest over time.”

“So I’m quite sure you have a thorough explanation on why he’s wrong right?” “Absolutely my brother allow me to add on. Dude is dissatisfied with the results of all of his research for two primary reasons. Number 1, every time he thinks that he’s figured one thing out, he realizes that all he did was uncover deeper elements of the universe’s composition which breed more questions. Number 2, as I stated before, he can’t see himself in the equation.   The original man is the asiatic black man, who is God of the universe. That being said, the science behind the universe’s origin corresponds directly to the origin of the blackman’s existence in it. At that time there was no such person as the colored man, so how could these concepts interlock & formulate a construct that would sit well with him?”

“So I hear you talk about the whiteman being grafted and all & that would explain the physical reality of his existence, but what about his mental existence?” Twan couldn’t resist the temptation to throw coals on the fire. As he clapped his hands sarcastically and nudged P to get him to follow suit, the two of them yelled, “Good question, good question! How you gone explain that Gaaaawwwwwdddd??” P was fascinated with Twan because he was so silly and he never hesitated to mimick his play uncle regardless of how bogus he might be. From time to time it got him in trouble.

At this point the Queen spoke up from the kitchen as she prepared the pico de gallo & guacamole. “Let me break that down for you Sun! Pay close attention cuz sound travels at a rate of 1,120 ft./second when I get ta showin’ and provin’ so if the math get ta’ manifestin’ too fast you might not catch the whole jewel partna’!” Kevo and Meek loved to hear the Queen ice Twan whenever he questioned anything that she could show & prove via the science of 120. They always instigated fervently. They simultaneously yelled, “Daaaaaaaaammmmmmnnnn, get em’ Queen!”

The Queen brushed her shoulders off and rotated her neck until it cracked, causin’ the entire room to break out in laughter. She then began to build. “Do the knowledge. The science of grafting by which the colored man was made was a two dimensional process. One aspect was mental and the other was physical. Before the physical part could be carried out it had to be preceded by a thought, which became a determined idea. All action is preceded by thought because physicality precipitates from the mind, showin’ and provin’ mind over matter. We have countless thoughts over the course of our lives but only certain thoughts become determined ideas, which ultimately translate to an outward physical projection. What the colored man physically embodies is the destroy angle of the square which resides in the mind of every original person and has it’s genesis in the mind of the original man.”

“Wait a minute though,” Twan fired back, “if ya’ll say that Allah is the divine universal black mind, which is the cumulative sum of every original man’s mind then what’s the original woman’s mind or the white man’s mind and how are they represented in totality? How do you explain those mental sums?”

“Ok ok Smoove, I see you brought ya thinkin’ cap to the build tonight. I like that in you. You raise a very solid question. However, my wisdom will lead you to the light which is the answer. You’re right & exact in stating that Allah is the divine universal black mind and the sum total of the minds of every original man. When you deal with the science of the universe and how mind pervades it, you find that it exists on a quantum field. Within this field there are planes of mind manifestation and corresponding wavelengths, levels, or frequencies, if you will. As you travel down from the highest plane, which is that of the original man’s mind you get to the original woman’s mind, colored man’s mind, and then the colored woman’s mind and so on. That’s why we say mind detect mind because mind recognizes itself in other hosts & in it’s like form. That’s why women can understand aspects of femininity that men can’t and vice versa. The only exceptions are people who open their minds to the study of these social sciences and the complexities of the gender opposite to theirs. Also, this explains why the colored man can’t understand the original man because he’s unalike. The original man can understand him though, because he made him, and life dictates that in order for him to exist in this devil’s civilization, he must understand the devil. Think about it. Ask yourself this, how much would it impede a white person’s progress in life, particularly in America, if he had minimal ability to relate to or understand black people? There’s still white people who go through most of there lives without interacting closely with us until they get to high-school or college. And even in those ciphers, if they represent the majority they still may not deal with us like that. Conversely, it’s plenty of black people who go to school or work where there aren’t many other blacks. It’s rare for white people to go to predominantly black schools because they tend to be under served and underfunded. If they have the means to get the best goods, services, or education then they can get all of the above from their own. The same availability is not within our reach so since we gotta go see them like that, we gotta be able to psycho-analyze and relate to them.”

Meek reminded the Queen to watch the tofu that she was cooking. “Indeed Lord, I got it,” she assured him. The God redirected his attention to the fellas. “Can you see that math the Queen was buildin’ on Twan?”

“It sound good, but I gotta study some of those concepts to see if they really come together to equal truth in my mind.” “That’s peace, you gotta show & prove it to yourself for it to resonate. Let me go check on the young God. Be Wise probably got E froze in a trance back here…..” 

Peace.
Preme

Peace,

I moved into a new kingdom this past Saturday. Naturally, among the first orders of business under said circumstance, is to survey the new land in order to identify it’s useful parts. Since my stove and fridge have yet to be delivered, knowledge of the closest stores & restaurants is the difference between hunger & god degree. I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a “soul food” restaurant within walking distance. I woke up with a taste for breakfast yesterday morning, self cipher I decided to check it out. I quickly drew up the menu on the wall & saw that aside from the typical offerings, they offered some jamaican selections that peaked my curiosity. There was seating available for dining in, and I was the only customer. Mind you, this is at about the build hour in the allah master. Anyway, I make eye contact with the sister behind the counter. I can’t honestly recall whether or not she said good morning, but if she did it certainly wasn’t emphatic.

I grabbed my own menu off of one of the tables since she didn’t offer me one. Although C-Medina is presently in the season of the cold current, she also didn’t ask if I wanted coffee. Since this was a Sunday, it goes without saying that there was church music playing on the radio while ESPN was on the true victory. I decided what I wanted, ordered my veggie omlette with cheese & hashbrowns, & patiently waited. When the food came it looked appetizing & this was the point at which the silverware was placed before me. A few moments prior, I received a cee u power of water, which was fortunate because the silverware was dirty. When the sister turned her back I dipped the knife & fork in the water and wiped them clean with a napkin. I will admit that the food was peace but the service continually missed the mark of satisfaction. The wheat toast that came with the meal wasn’t really all that toasted. It actually looked like it was heated in a skillet as opposed to having been placed in a toaster. On top of that she gives me butter and no jelly… Who the fuck does that? Who the fuck eats toast with just butter and no jelly? Cipher king I’ll concede that perhaps some small minority of heated bread lovers may get down like that but only a waitress who has no interest in a true I power delivers toast without at least asking if you want jelly. Additionally, with us being in the poor part of the planet, it would’ve been nice to ask if I wanted hot sauce so that I wouldn’t have to request it. The icing on the cake came when she grabbed the tv remote and turned from ESPN to a church broadcast. Correct me if I’m wrong but the tv is generally supposed to be showing some shit that the customer would like to see. That’s how it’s done at the breakfast spots that the colored man owns. As a matter of fact, they don’t make me ask for jelly, hot sauce, or coffee either. After I paid the check and headed back to the kingdom I drew up what I had just experienced.

I wasn’t shocked, as I’ve had plenty of shitty customer service at black establishments. What I thought about was the idea that we don’t spend our money in our own communities. I’ve heard countless brothers & sisters bitch & moan about this phenomenon as if not spending money with your own equates to “not being down for the struggle.” Listen closely…I wouldn’t give a fuck if a nigga had a picture of himself gettin’ beat with a nightstick by a white cop who just sicked a dog on him hangin’ up in his restaurant! I still am not obligated to spend my money in there especially if the muthafucka can’t at least act like he’s strivin’ to get money. It makes absolutely no sense for me to get better goods and services from the colored man than from my “own.” It’s especially retarded when you consider that this lack of quality is coming from businesses that are not competitively profitable. If I had a restaurant in a black neighborhood and it was empty on a Sunday morning, when a customer entered I would make sure he or she was satisfied enough to come back and to tell a friend. It’s no mystery why niggaz ain’t got no money. It’s because they sit at home and wait for it to fall out of the sky.

Peace.
Preme