Jesus Christ is a Dixie Nigga (re:verb)

if Jesus Christ rolled up on my G-mama porch tomorrow she would say,
"Nigga please!" Because that highly publicized memory of the man has been painted as pink as them priests Dan Brown is pissed off about in the Da Vinci Code.

if Jesus dropped by the Abyssinian Baptist Church this Sunday
Deacon Jones would kick that nigga's ass right after devotion for
propagatin such protracted blasphemy. because, the 2nd comin is gonna look a whole lot more like Malcolm-Jamal Warner than Matthew McConaughey, but Deacon Jones don't give a damn!
"my Lord and Savior ain't no nigga!"

if Jesus tried to tell George W. Bush why he ain't goin to the upper-room
he would put that nigga in jail in Guantanamo Bay real fast, because "this man is evil and we must fight against terror." They would beat that nigga like the rest of the Al-Queda POWs, like those Black Panthers detained in New Orleans circa '74, like all those other said "terrorists" throughout history that fought for something this country didn't believe in.

if Jesus was walkin' through the Fillmore District in San Francisco he would hear mo' "nigga's" than an episode of the Boondocks cartoon. And he would start preachin and teachin' on that same corner Common was talkin bout. Galvanizing the poor and disenfranchised to move toward a brighter day. And they would kill that nigga...again. For being a threat to national security.

Thoughts of an Educated Field Nigga
(respect to Frank Marshall Davis)

**stay sucka free, ride on them vampires!

the 4400

my imagination is dry right now,
but i want to write/right.
i need to write/right... the self-imposed abduction
is the impetus for such thoughts.
searchin' outside of myself for the answers
that lie comfortably inside, correspondin' exquisitely
with the subconscious in need of more space to reside

the future has captured my responsibility
and obliges me to communicate to the now
the corner. the so-called foreigner. the dilapidated zoos
that we call our communities all cry out for our attention
but we stand still...stale. like the heroes and heroines of past,
we leave nothin' more than inspiration behind,
what's left after we can longer relate?

i've found my abilities, all these years suppressed
by the distraction that we call life
i have identified the enemy, the politic is clear.
i am now lookin' for my comrades to construct tomorrow,
armed with weapons that can longer be compromised
by aggression and manipulation
so that we can create a world that will save our children
a world that allows us to be...out of love and justice

time has delivered the message, no more fuckery
no more bitches and niggas or dick-suckin' crackheads
that hell below which curtis said we'll go has pervaded our reality involuntarily.
impregnating the season, these new moments with liberation

who will remind the world of our humanity? the 4400. the we that is unconsciously, subconsciously, consciously strugglin' to be free.

Poundcake Pimp!

WIll somebody please take the liberty of slappin the shit out of Bill Cosby with a sock full of quarters!?! i'm growin' tired of his hypercritically, hypocritic and unjust ramblings about poor urban (read:Black) culture. the elder has a good heart, but his misguided attempt to teach to the truth to youth is bout as pitiful as Dubya Bush trying to deny his criminal negligence on the part of Black folks in New Orleans. Can somebody please tell dead prez Uncle Bill needs an anthem....until then, his ass is on BlackWatch! Stay tuned.....

p.s. who the hell be stealin' poundcake?!?!www.blackcommentator.com/188/188_cosby_hill.html