I call it "messin' wid the kid" , too. "Bed not do it! Don't you do nothing to ME that you dare think you are going to get away with.
"You might git by…but you won't git away….I'm (GAWD) gon' slow walk you down!" One of the last sentences I heard my grandmother Rachel Walters utter to her wayward daughter, Mathy Jane.
Something in my spirit tells me that I was her ninth child. One reason I know this to be true, everything seems to happen to me in "nine"s . Raped in 1959, nine years no contact, won a house by focusing on the numbers 969.
GOD gives mothers 9 months to have a baby. I was born for good luck, to change some things. To be a trailblazer and hell raiser against satan. That Python saw it. She was the first to see it. Was dumb enough to think she could and satan could utterly destroy me.
GOD told that fool that He was NOT mocked. That stupid country heifer did it anyway. Now, look at the mess we have her. ****** shit!
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
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