Alpha Blondy - Sebbe Allah

Over here celebrating! Number one,  I am so glad to be among the "still here".  TOMORROW IS NOT PROMISED!  That is why it is so important to live each day as righteously as you can.  Never resort to lying.  Do not lie about anything,  for any reason!

What ever you do , do not grow old, elderly, lying and defending two buzzards.  If your mother was a complete low buzzard, so be it.  GOD has a reason for permitting you to survive such a vile woman.

I rebuke that bitch! I scorn her! I reject her and everything she ever stood for.  I have to, that woman Martha Jane Walters deliberately became a monstrosity that  can not be protected.  Attempt to protect her name and honor her name if you want to.  Keep pretending that you don't know, didn't know, never knew.

The taint is on us.  The dye has been caste.  We are cursed.  We were born pre-cursed.  All men are cursed.  That is why GOD sent us (HIS) Son.  You don't believe it, don't believe it.  I know it.

I won a house in 1979.  The same year my mother casually MURDERED  my grandfather.  No, I did not know a person could actually get away with MURDER  either.  She sure did.  The lying, low slut, scummy cunt , MURDERED  my grandfather and didn't so much as get a traffic ticket.

Worse, the bitch never cared.  Not one iota.  I watched her.  I looked deep into her eyes.  Nothing. Soulless! A zombie, an imp for the evil one.   The only reason I know she did it, I know her.  Plus, she said, "See where daddy put the gun back after he shot hiz'sef!"

You don't have to be a medical doctor to know that you cannot shoot yourself in the heart and do anything.  I get it.  Almighty GOD does kindly and benevolently put blinders on us when the pain is too excruciating to endure.

That was our issue.  Living and surviving  Psychotic Mathy Jane was more than a challenge, it was an adventure.

I have some type of dyslexia.  I know it.  I was damn near seven years old before I could write Gs, Ss, Fs and 5s facing the right way.  Luckily I had some very kind teachers that worked with me tirelessly without getting frustrated and calling me names.

I have a form of dyslexia which prevents me from discerning directions. I can not stand on a street and tell you if I am walking north, south  or what ever.  The concept eludes me.  So does a blueprint.  When I look at a blueprint, I just see a flat piece of paper and a  lot of lines.  I can not see three dimensionally.  I compensate. I take my time.

There was absolutely no way I could know my own mother was as cruel, ignorant and depraved as she actually was because she was a brilliant actress and a brilliant liar.  Most importantly, she did throw me off  of her demonic trail with her false preaching.

Discern.  Look at their fruit.  My mother scared the living shit out of us.  We were afraid to even remember her fruit.  Why would I witness my mother take on multiple lovers in my presence and I bear the guilt?  She brilliantly cast her guilt on me.  Just something else I  could not tell.  Just one more burden for me.

I could not tell anyone  her second husband was a complete pervert.  Don't even leave a dog in a room alone with that nigger!  That is sick.  I should have just killed him.  I should have been the one brave enough to put that imp out of his misery. Nasty muthafucker!  Other black men like Dr. King were out marching, this piece of shit, molesting children while playing "good soldier" for Uncle Sam.

No, I  didn't need to kill you nigger.  If I had just hinted to my granddaddy you were a freak you would have drawn your last breath much earlier than you did.

 I love to see neighbors, communities,  beating the shit out of perverts.  I don't care how you got to be a pervert, no one has a right to be a pervert.  My mother hid behind the fact she was raped as a child.  That is your solution,  dumb bitch?  The raped becomes a rape-ER!  Not here bitch!  Not here, low slut!

GOD told you to repent.  You told GOD to kiss your ass.  It is called KARMA bitch!  It is called "just and honest due!".  It is "reaping"!

You can't play coon from the grave. You had the nerve to call me a sorry sack of shit.  Well, at least I have sense enough to know to repent of my sins.  Sure, you scrambled our brains just like you bragged.
But GOD intervened!  (HE) intervened, heard my cry!

Praise the LORD!