Why you can't win

"You can't win for the fix you in, I can't lose for the stuff I use."  And amusing little ditty sung to me almost daily by my mother.  Appears innocuous, doesn't it?  Not so. "Something evil this way comes."

Please pay attention! Please get this! Hell is going to be "full up", overflowing, no so much for deliberate sin, but sin caused by blatant ignorance and stupidity.

Number one preacher, be sure, make sure, what ever you preach is from the LORD.  If you are not "feeling it". say so.  It is Spiritual.  Do NOT use your charm, charisma, godly gifts for greed, manipulation or power.  Be patient. "In due time you will get your just and honest due."  Relax.  Inhale GOD's pure sweet Spring air.

Thank GOD for every day you sojourned on this earth.  You lived, you learned and hopefully you loved.  Pray for the man or woman unable to love.  My mother refused to know that about herself.  She did brag about her so called hoodoo power.  Bitch! You were just a fucking sadist!

Martha Jane Walters, you were one sick, demented motherfucker (and I do mean that literally)!  I guess we were the most obedient children anyone had ever seen or heard of.  That savage bloody slave beating you made us watch , screaming in horror,  as you were probably getting off, made me obedient for sure!

 "And  don't  any of you luddle black muthafuckin' niggas tell it  either!"  

Of course I can understand why you refused to recognize or own any of your evil.  I also know exactly why you could never change.  You could never tell the Truth!  About anything, bitch, you would lie about the weather !  Swear it was raining when the sun was shining bright.   You just got off on the power you held over us.   You could not tell the truth about anything, nothing.  You would lie with the truth in your favor.

Martha you were extremely jealous.  You were as shameful as any two year old toddler. I know GOD had use for you.  You were a wooden vessel, a hard study.  Thank you for treating me so miserably, that I became a good person.  Thank you for NOT handing, teaching or encouraging me into that witchcraft stuff!   Thank you for forcing me to go to church!  I don't know what you were doing, but I was listening.

I do thank you for my grandfather, for "dumping" me on him.  I do thank him for teaching me to always love and trust in the LORD, no matter what.  I thank GOD every day for  Jerome Walter's great wisdom and most of all his demonstration of love.  Acts of love can not lie.

Thus, Martha's frustration.  Beating and bullying is a sure way to lose love.  Terror is not respect or honor

I do thank my grandfather for teaching us, me;"Didn't come here to stay always, dawthur…it is whut you do fuh GAWD dat count, dat last!"