Why “God” Ain’t a Word Black Folks Play With

Why “God” Ain’t a Word Black Folks Play With

Listen to enough conversations in Black America, and you’ll eventually hear a Black man call another Black man “God.” And he’ll mean it. And not in a cult leader kinda of way, but as a serious form of address, often between men who look like they’ve been through some serious sh*t. You ever met a Five Percenter? Like a real one? They’ve all been through some serious sh*t. And these men wouldn’t play with the word “God.” Neither would most people in Black America, because God still means something deep there.

Was Dr. King a Five Percenter?

Dr. Supreme Understanding dedicates this video to the real Dr. King, so was Dr. King a Five Percenter? Supreme goes into the topic and explains why Dr. King could of been something you thought he wasn’t.

I’m Teaching A Class

I’m Teaching A Class

It’s active! I’m officially gonna be teaching a class on ‪#‎selfpublishing‬, ‪#‎creativewriting‬, ‪#‎businessdevelopment‬, AND ‪#‎knowledgeofself‬ ALL ROLLED INTO ONE! And if you live in Atlanta, the class is FREE!
Why all this game, from ME, for free? Cause it’s me, not some 10%er (like the ones making they rounds now). Plus this is gonna be in the BEAUTIFUL,‪ #‎afrikancentered‬ Fulton Aviation Center where they support young Black and brown people for REAL.

The Real Face of God

The Real Face of God

Bishop Turner notes that it would be better to be an atheist or pantheist than to worship a personal God who looks nothing like the persons worshiping him.
It’s this sentiment that eventually gave rise to the modern cliché “My God doesn’t have a color.” It wasn’t some scientific rationalism or Neo-Platonism. It was simply developed as a way to dance around what this God might look like.

My Liberation

My Liberation

Don’t you want to be free? I damn sure do. And while much of the work must be (and is) done on a large scale, changing the way our very world works, this work begins with YOU. And freedom begins with your “free dome” or a mind unencumbered by the weights of grief, stress, worry, anxiety, fear, insecurity, jealousy, bitterness, and so on.