Despite the obvious irregularities ...

and dysfunction in my immediate family, I loved it. Come down to 825 Dwain Drive taking shit! See if you didn't flee with your ass in your hand, blood gushing, praying you would live long enough for the slow ass ambulance to save your black carcass.

Yes, we were the family that prayed together and whooped "out-side ass" together.

Once we shared with our "mother" or any family member what we had done to keep some miscreant off of our ass,  we were rewarded, heralded  a hero.

We were not bullies, unlike my mother. We were "Protection-ists". Fuck with me!  I had five brothers, a grandfather and finally a good step-father that would make sure you never did what ever shit you did,  again.

Yes, my family would cram up in one car, guns loaded ,  just to let you know, not here! That was over fifty years ago.  I really appreciate that tutelage , especially now with an Abomination from the bowels of hell holding sway as president of the new-knighted scum of amerikkka!

People that permit such,  deserve to suffer!

Don't march, pray. Don't march, Love The Only One Wise GOD. "You have not because you ask not."

"DON'T HATE ! APPRECIATE!"

"Oh ye of little faith!" 

Evil lying shall destroy the "white" man. Self-hate, and that unconquered Jezebel/Cain spirit shall destroy the "black wo/man".

No matter, only the righteous shall see GOD.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"