I'm kinda famous now I'm a cartoon in the Washington Post!

I bet you can find Me!

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Chuuuchhhh...Tabernackle. *snicker*

I am Arch Bishop AMP Sir EZ

Of da Chuuchhhh

Ove da Ever Cummin.

*evil grin*

And Before We Be-gin to dig into tonights "eric" sermon

Wezz gonna have a song frum our guest band



Now understand that these kind of Church socials don't pay for them selves.

So I want all of yall to dig deep in your finances and grant us your LOVE offering for the kind host of tonights gathering.

Now give till it hurts.

And don't be shammed because we don't mind the kind that jingles but we would rather the kind that folds!

Da LAWd says NOTHING says that you like CASH!

*snicker*


Now anyhoe...


I want to start off this sermon with a short quiz.

will da chucchhh say amen?

...


Now I got a letta frum da HNIC at da Big White House tiday

And what He told Me was...

He said...

Brother EZ

Because THATS what He callz Me

He said

Brother EZ

And I said to My self

I said

SELF!

Because thats what I callz Myself

I said

SELF

Whatever He iz about to tellz Me must be impoetint

And I reads on in da letta

He says

Brother EZ

It is with Humble Gangsta Dom that I send You this message

I want to bless You with some Game I been wurkin wit lately

And I reads on


He says Brother EZ

And I pay close attention to what He wrightin hur cuz I can FEEEEELLL

It's gonna be heavy!

He says

Brother EZ

"What a difference a few beers amungst menz can make"

After pride puts a bitter taste in your mouth.

And I stop right thh-air!

And reads it again

He says

Brother EZ

WHAT

A

DIFFERENCE

A few beers can make!

Just cillin with the menz over cigars and crackers

Crackin jokes and keeping it real

Face to face

On My Back Pad-eyo

Mano e mano

*evil look*

And I reads on...

He says

Brother EZ

Because thats what He callz Me

Nevah Mind what I call Him

DATz My friend

And we aint kin

Be He's My folks!

And that Brother got mad jokes!

Anyhater

I read on...

He says

Conflict resolution


Let Me say this again cause sum ove you aint listenin

He said


CONFLICT RESO_LUTION

Is no substitution


For restrain

And

REALITY


Nowwww


Let Me break this DOWN fore ya

"because this is very impoetinit"

He said

CON- FLICT

Now stop right there!

Now

Even a ex con no better than to flick off some real talk

If it's gonna save him some time

Now let Me keep going here and I'll get back to this word right here...


He says

Conflict

Rez-oh-lew-shun

Resolution

Not substitution

Not revolution

He said!

Rest a too shun

Now we all know

We all can use a little moe rest!

Amen?

Ahhh Ahhh

And To SHUN

Anything you turn your back on shall tap you on the shoulder
And smack you like a bolder

If you don't think!

Like Areatha Franklin

Think!

About your actions and what they may cause you to do to somebody else that may not have done no harm to you

So Conflict Resolution

Is the key words of this message


Now let Me get back to this letter I got from My HNIC!

Addressed to Me

Arch Bishop AMP
Sir EZ

It says

Conflict Resolution is as simple as taking the time to talk it out over a beer or two

As long as you can keep it real.

And I reads that and says

Lawd Have Mercy On My Soul

I have enlightened

But so few words.

And

Now church

For the matter of time

Because I see that sister So and So has to go get the dinners we are selling down stairs

Directly after we finish here with the lawds work.

Now

Let Me get back to why this letter

Was so enlightening to your Pastor.

I said to My self I said Self!

because that's what I callz My Self

I says

Self!

How

CAN I

Bring this message

BACK

To My Flock

and so I meditated on these words in this message

Over some spiritual herbs and elixirs

And this is what came to Me

While I was in tranced

In deep meditation

And

Contemplation

Of

this message


It hit Me like a orgasm!

Or maybe that was sister charles

Who was on her knees

Praying with Me

Anyhead


I heard the words come down upon Me from GOD himself

He said


AMP

Because GOD likes to call Me AMP

Yeah,

Alpha Master Pimp

AMP!

He says AMP


Tell them

And I listened while GOD spoke because

GOD

Don't like to say things TOOO many time

he says


AMP!

Tell

Your

People

Let that ISH go!

Just stop!

Get control of your emotional triggars

Pump your brakes!

And

THINK

About what may you be missing

That may sound like your dissing

Your fellow man

Because we may be human

But we don't have to understand

Every custom and quirk

That causes feelings to be hurt

Or remind them of some dirt


They may have wanted to forget


He said

Tell them to STOP

And watch what they may not notice somebody else

May not understand why you said what you said they way you said it.

And I said

Lawd...

Now you know My heart!

So when I ask you this question

Take it easy on Me with the lesson

I may have to learn

Because I don't want to burn

Over some mis understanding

And the Lawd said

Ok

Deal

And I said

Lawd

If it be thy will

How can we still have such a problem with not wanting to learn how to better respect

Conflict Resolution

AND The Lawd Spoke

And He said

Stop

Focus

Listen

Step back

THINK

and then

React


And I cried real tears because My fears were no more!


Because it is that easy

Sometimes


Hello church!

I said

SOME

TIMES

We all have to stop!

And then focus on what seems to be missing in your words

Then listen to their reaction

Try to add and don't play subtraction

In your interaction

And then

STEP BACK

And

THINK

Before you react


And it's just that simple

Don't hate the player

Don't play the haters game

There is no shame in conflict resolution

You have to have faith

That they aint that damn stupid


*evil grin*

And that part was in

The letter I got

From The HNIC

Too


So I'm telling you tonight

Don't always be more ready to fight

Than you can be

IF

You can see

We are having a lack of communication


And with that chuchhhh.


I'm gonna leave yall with words in song

Frum are guess choir





And while the choir is playing we will be passing around the plate.

We ask that you give till it hurts

We ask that you make a down payment on your blessings to come

And we will keep you cummin

Let the church say


Amen

Amen


Aye man

 




And before I forget again


Don't forget


The Kitchen is now open

We only take cash for the food

And there are plenty of ATMs for you to use


Now with the words that come from My mouth

And the blessing that flow from My heart

Let the church say again


Reach over to the person next to you and say

Neighbor

NOTHING

SAYS THANK YOU


Like Cash!


Amen?


*wicked grin*



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My 9/11 Story... The day My life changed too.

Everyone has a story
9-11

The day everything changed
Including
"We the people"

...

I have my own memories about that day
And the many days after that day

And how my life changed

Because of not just the event
But the actions of many of you simple people

And I do mean many of you people

Do YOU remember how YOU acted towards other people?

Let me re-paint that picture for you

Two days before 9-11
I was on a mini tour with Gladys Knight
I was the "Back line tech" for her band
She was one of my principle groups I teched for often for about 5 years
The others included The Isley Brothers, Tina Marie, and a few others

I set up their band gear for them and did some lite production
As well as other clients I worked for as a A/V tech and Sound tech and a Stage Hand
I had been doing that kind of work for over 15 years
As well as being a party promoter and percussionist and a DJ
Based in the Atlanta area

I was spoiled
I lived Downtown
I was a freelance tech and a artist
I made good money and was respected by many

And my name is
HAFEZ

A muslim name
But I digress so you can see how my name played into this
"Shituation"

I was in Dover Downs for two nights with Gladys Knights band
Two great shows
And then we had to be in Canada the next day
So we packed up the gear and loaded the truck by ourselves
And headed through New York to get to Canada

We saw the towers and the traffic a day and a half before 9-11

We barely made the show due to the long drive over the boarder
And got there just in time to set up the show while the opening acts were preforming
Local 103 London Ontario rocks!

And that was the last show on that weekly tour
And we had busted ass to get everywhere they were due to play that week
And just like the other gigs with other acts
We got paid
And now we were off with money in our pockets
And time on our hands

I remember us trying to get into the only club/bar that was still open after the show

And they would not let us in
At first I thought is was a Black thing because they would not let "my kind" into their club/bar
But my truck driver "Dallas" who was white was told the same thing
As we asked why we could not get in they told us
"Because you are American"

And we was pissed!

So we took our money back to the hotel and talked mad shit about them racist ass bitches
And packed and got ready to go home
America

As we got to the boarder we went shopping at the duty free store and then crossed the boarder on the way back down south from Canada

We went through Pa, Ohio, and headed down I think 75 to Ga

The ride was interesting
We talked about how fucked up it was to be discriminated on in Canada by the cops at the door at that club/bar
And how there was plenty of people who looked like us who were let in even after we left
And we compared Canada to America
And as we argued down the road we noticed that the sun had not come up as usual and how time seemed to drag as we got through Pa and Ohio with ease

And then came this freaky ass fog

It was thick and moved over the road like something out of the Twilight Zone
It also turned blue, then red, then green too
And that freaked us out
So we rolled up the windows and drove through it as fast as we could until we got to the moutains
As we went up the mountains the fog cleared to see that the sun had been up for some time but you could not see any sun due to the fog

As we drove up the mountain we noticed the road crews had stopped working and was all standing at the edge of the mountain looking out as if something was wrong

We didn't pay it much attention until we came back down the mountain to notice the fog was back and the sun was barely out in the mid day

We gassed up at the station and that is when "Dallas" my driver saw the TV fr the first time

They were showing the first building falling over and over
He called for me to come see as he went to the pay phone to call home as we gassed up

I was shocked to see the tower falling but even more shocked to see the faces and the moods of many of the people who were running around seemingly with their heads in a cloud

And all we wanted to do is get out of Tenn and get to Ga to drop me off so he could head down to Fla where he knew some Radical white groups who had compounds in Fla that he could hide at just in case this was the end of the world

*blank stare*

And we hauled ass back to Ga

I lived down town
And as we drove into down town it looked like a ghost town
There was not even a homeless person on the street

Most of the people in my building was gone too
It seemed as if everyone was thinking that Atlanta was gonna be next

And I stayed next to the Eleventh court of Appeals and the old Treasury Department building
So most folks thought it would be next

So I unpacked my gear, got my money, and went inside to watch the news like everybody else

And I knew there was no real place to run at that time and felt that if it was my time to go? I was gonna go in my crib

And all day it was cloudy and lonely

And then the hate came

What hate you ask?

The hate that was advertised by the media about who possibly did this act

Muslims

And the country shut down

And when something tragic happens and people stay home?
The entertainment business gets hit hard
Because nobody wants to go out and spend money
And so I sat and waited to find out how bad it was because I was booked solid for mounths

But all my artist was not feeling like taking a plane or bus or running the risk of being killed in another terrorist attack

So I was stuck

And then I watched as the hate spread

Anyone with a muslim name or a look was shun
By everyday people
And as work started to pick up I noticed how many of my clients were not calling me or speaking to me
I wondered why at first
And then I remembered my own name
And wondered if that was the case

I got one call from the Union for a private gig that I was told that I had to go work
I wondered why me, but it was work so I went to the GWCC for the gig

When I got there I saw few people in the building but then noticed Secret Service around and as I asked they told me it was the Presidents first speech after 9-11
"We the people"

And I was one of the only stagehands that was allowed to secure the stage that the President was to speak behind his bullet proof podium to the country for the first time after 9-11

And at that point I thought my fares were over
The government trusted me to secure the platform that the president spoke on top of
So maybe the rest of these other Americans would trust me too

Not the case

As I sat along with everyone else in America and watched his speech on the platform I built
And listened to his words in hopes that my struggle was over and I would be treated like I was
As a Vet (USMC) as a American Black Man
And as a skilled laborer with a skill set of over 15 years

And after that speech I sat hopeful

And the phone did not ring
The same feeling I got before the speech came back
I called people and they acted like I was Usama's son or something

I got one call from my client to set up a show for Gladys Knight in Memphis at the Fairgrounds

And as the truck came to pick me up we hit the road again
And I was happy to be back working and making money

Prior to that gig I took all my money out the banks
I didn't want to risk loosing it
So I stashed it in damn near all the places I could find around my crib
But I digress again

So as we got to Memphis to set up the show
I met a little black man who was security at the back of the stage
He spoke to me
He said
"How you like Memphis? ... You know WE killed King here!"
With a smile as if he was proud to brag on something
I was floored
But I shook it off and set up the band for the show

I have watched many of these artist preform for years so I could tell what mood they were in

And Gladys was scared shitless!

She could barely sing for fear that something was about to happen
She cut her show short and sang
"GOD Bless America"

And left the stage
And that was the last time she played until she took the offer to do her show in Vegas

And the last time I set up a show for the rest of that year and it was on the beginning of October

I didn't work for 68 more days!
Nobody wanted to touch me

My friends were also the same way

I was not happy
Because if I was trusted by the government to keep the president safe
Surely I should be ok for everybody else

But work was slow
People were still out of work
And what little work that was being had I wasn't getting

And then I called a old friend of mines who had a circus that he needed help with getting started
And asked me to help
But could not offer me much money
And I was so desperate for work I took it
It was 27 weeks on the road working the second tent for
Universoul Circus
With a bunch of Canadian Verilight techs
My nic name was
"Pimpy the clown"
Because every city we went to I found people in the area that would service the crew
lol

Anywho

As the tour got going I was unable to go back home to go to court about my late rent
I was sending money back to the land lord so that he would not have to use that "rit for posession" that I got for not showing up due to work
But I have lived there for over 4 years and never had any issues and the and lord was getting payments from me
So all was good

And then while working I got a call from my cousin say'n that I had made the news
I ask how and he told me that all my shit had been evicted on the street of down town and there was a feeding frienzy that stopped traffic for 3 hours in down town rush hour

I found out that the land lord had gone on funeral leave and had left the desk to a ex con dyke chick who along with some of the cleaning crew had found alot of shit in my apartment to steal
And they covered it up by evicting my belongings

And the land lord had my money that I had to get back
But I had loss much more than my stuff
I lost my money that was hidden in my stuff too

And I was on the road working 3 shows a day for 5 days and two shows on the weekend and then we broke the tent down after the last show on Sunday and was off to the next city
So I had no time to do nothing but work

As I talked to the owner about the improvement of the second tent on tour, he told me that he was not making enough money to keep the show out on the road and that he had to curb cost somehow
So he hired a crew from South Africa where we had been the year before
And I helped train them with the agreement that I would not be let go too
Because I had nowhere to go
In theory

And as we broke the tent and packed up in Loisville Ky I was given a letter that stated:
"Thank you for assisting the Universoul Circus, we will no longer be needing your assistance"
With a check for bus fare back to Atlanta in a check

And there I stood in the lobby of a air port hotel with two g=bags of work clothes and a lap top

And I had to find a friend off of Black Planet who I had met while there and ask her to stay there until I found a place to go and what my next move was gonna be

It was Derby week and no hotels were available

And stay'n with people you don't really know can get scary
And it did
lol

So I talked to my little brother and moved to the DC area
Why DC

Because DC has a Union that is the 3rd highest paying union in the country and the only one that staffs black techs with the backing of the union in masses
No other place in my craft respects tech of color but Dc
Because DC had a black and a white separate union
At one time

So that was the only place I could get work with the skills I had without being treated like a nigger
No offense but that is real

Anywho

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And found a hole in the wall spot in Dc to live and got to work

And then the Snipper came
And shut down the city

And I was stuck again

And it took a long time to rebuild to where I am not

I had lost alot

I lost over 200k in finances and personal property
I lost my home
I lost friends
I lost respect

And I will never forget the mindset of so many people who had issues with people of Muslim names and ethnic backgrounds
During 9-11

I will never forget the vision of them Towers as we drove by

I will never forget how proud I was to see the President of my country standing comfortably on my stage as he spoke to the nation

And I will never forget the respect I got from so many and so few

And Usama is still alive
Sadam is dead
A war is still killing my people and theirs

And everybody is still walking around with their heads in their butt

And I am still just getting on my feet

In a new town
With new people
Starting almost all over

And I will never forget
9-11

And all the people who changed that day too
Many of you

And all I have now is what?


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You better THANK what you try'n to do for Me. I didn't say THINK!

Now see Mr.&Miss "whoever"

That's the damn problem here.

I aint got to have a light side I have to come back home to for safety.

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I got a Lifetime PASS to the Dark Side with no doors closed to Me.

And I aint got no curfew or no collar.

Some of yall have to be good boys and good gurls, because yall was raised to be THAT way first.

Now, most of yall are just SNEAKING over to The Dark Side and getting back home in time enough to go to Church!

evil stare

And hating on Me because every time yall try to cross that fine line into some Dark Shit?

My Black Ass is up in here, getting in your way!

snicker

So how many other people on My friends list consider Me Something Lower than The Devil outside of a few POCs who don't like My title of The Devil's Dominant!

And some of yall think I got jokes, and I do.

But what else I got, is no need to tuck tail and go to the light!

And some of yall don't like not being able to party in hell, not because they MAKE you be around some evil shit. But because THEY should NOT have to worry about and of you being able to be fine with THAT too!

And the people around Me who claim to be from DC are scared to BE in DC like We Be. 24/7 aint heaven, but aint none of us here worth being called trash. and none of Us Evil little people in Hell have to explain to you people why we aint talking about visiting the Dark Side.

I mean being a Fuckin Owner of the Dark Side to which I live and Dwell in Hell.

And if your ass ever get stuck in Hell, and we are on speaking terms. You may not know where to find and Angel to save you.

blank stare

And you wonder why the few people who LOOK like Me seems to be feuding with Me?

That's because THEY aint like Me.

And I don't want to digress to express My sympathies for some of you.

Noooooooooo, My brother.

You aint reading what I said correctly.

I said THE DARK SIDE AINT FOR WHIMPS!

If you aint a card holding Member and Owner and investor of the District?

Then your a tourist = "a Dark Side"

And I'm the Devil's Dominant!

For REAL!

And the Devil likes Me fucking with most of more than your asses know what being Devilish is about!

I aint Fake'n Da Funk!

I'm Funkier than most of these other loud Mouthed haters want to tell you they AINT ALLOWED to be but they want to look like they are more than Me. And They aint Met Me and survived quite well in Hell either.

So what You think?

That's right!

You don't have to think on the dark Side!

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