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Savage Messiah Sweet Daddy Grace THE ORPHAN SAVER, THE DEMON CHASER, THE WIDOW UPLIFTER THE SOAP BOX, RIDDLE SPITTER, THE ATTIC PLITTER
7 S.D. RACE S.M. 7
 Peace!!!!!!!!! All wise people of the earth. All humble messengers. All great scientists, doctors and thinkers. All inventors, prophets, priests and kings. All wise judges, pimps, whores and prostitutes. All widows and orphans. All dope fiends, and dope pushers. All hood dwellers and block huggers. All healers and pain dealers. All rhymers,rappers, and rockers. All strippers and tippers. It is my deepest and heart felt love I send out to you. To one and all I wish PEACE (salaam, shalom, shiloh, and salem).
I thank you for visiting the page of the BLACK PRINCE, the one, the only, DADDY GRACE AKA SAVAGE MESSIAH! Within these pages from time to time you will get an in depth look in the mind of an experienced individual. I am in no means a holy man. Rather I am quite far from that. I am just your brother in a struggle that goes far beyond time and space. It is a struggle of will and of patience. These days are uncertain but what is certain is that you need to get your paper, keep your heard above water and watch your back. The snakes in human skin are out there. They walk and hiss among us. They place their spell on the minds of the people. They keep the people blind, deaf, and dumb to reality and keep them away from their economical freedom. This however is not just the fault of the "establishment." Much of this fault must be laid upon us. We the people are a great part of the blame. We have forgotten that the saviors of the world were born from among the down trodden, social and economical oppressed. The mis-educated and under educated from among the seed of masters. What have we forgotten? And how did we forget how to do it? I don't know but I do know this. Time is drawing nigh! The hour glass is almost empty! The world masters have sat and have convened. The people are no longer people but sheeple. Sheep to be led to slaughter and wiped off the planet. The elite must survive and the undesirables must set with the sun. Disease has been loosed on the planet and war has touched every corner of the earth. The PALE HORSE rides!!!!!!!!! And from the breath of DADDY GRACE comes the SAVAGE MESSIAH!!!! Here and now you will be taken on an experience like no other. You'll be wised up and taught well. From pool halls to school stalls. From park bench to dark trench. I'ma stand in the pulpit and on the soapbox and spit riddles. Feed the people with food for the brain and offer myself as a sacrifice to save my family. It is not my will but the will of the FATHER. Come and bare witness to the lords' work. Come out the tomb and walk among the living again.
EXALTED MOST HIGHLY AND YOURS,
ΔΔΔ S.D. GRACE S.M. ΔΔΔ 7 *SAV* 7 "Constant elevation causes expansion" Rakim Allah To wake the dead and feed the brain one must know the type of mind set or mind frame that the people have. Here are examples of 7 mind frames of the people. Which one are you? *THE 7 MINDS* THE DESERT
 As the sands of time and the perils of space swirl throughout creation. As there is no quenching of the thirst that's cracks the lining of your throat. So the blind, deaf, and dumb will have no resolve within this lifeless barren mass of shifting land. Not one flower blossoms here. There is no water to dose the heat of the sun. The desert is an unforgiving place. It gives not, yet takes all. In the day the heat soars between 115 to 125 degrees fahrenheit and at night the temperature plummets to below freezing. What man, woman, or child can bare these harsh realities of nature here? Poisonous snakes and like type reptiles make there home here as well as some nomadic tribes that have mastered the environment. To some this is a desolate waste land. To others, this is a promised land passed down from generation to generation. As you stand in this parched land of sand dunes and cracked planes your eyes will stretch as far as they can see, and wonder what a beautiful place this once was millennia ago. A garden of unparalleled delights, now lay dead like the craters of the moon.
THE OASIS
 Up from the depths of the heat. Pasted into the dry arid environment of the desert. Swerving like heat waves dancing on a mirage, lay the oasis. A safe haven and watering hole. A virtual vein of life that flows through the corpse called desert that pumps existence into its body snatching heart. The oasis is a refuge for those travelers who brave and bare the elements. Its very being is a blessing that carries the sojourner on his path. It refreshes and revitalizes so the wanderer can continue his journey and complete the task at hand. Here you can bathe the dust and sand from you body and take a drink of fresh water. Here you can be shaded from the elemental explosions of the sun by the palm tree, and depending on the type of palm be fed by its' fruit.
THE TOMBS
 Here, let there be no mistake, is the ultimate reality. Here (hear) in lies the truth. The truth of physical mortality. Frailty at its finest. One does not contemplate inevitability, although one should. It brings the heaviest gravity to ones life. As we walk back and forth throughout the earth partying, dancing, drinking, drugging, raping, stealing, pimping, prostituting, wheelin' and dealin', gorging ourselves with gluttony, and engaging in all types of iniquity, we never stop to think that we are never promised tomorrow much or less the next few minutes to right our wrongs. We think we have all the time in the world to make things as the HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD said, " All wise, right, and exact." We skylark carelessly through this creation as if we have a choke hold on the very gears that turn father times' watch. How foolish mere mortals be! The tomb should be an ever present reminder and symbol that the hour glass is always running and will continue to do so when we can't. It is a constant shadow that tells us that if we don't do that which is right for and with our lives this will be our eternal home. Dark, cold, damp, dank, lonesome, silent, putrid, foul, and all other manner of words describe death and its' internment. The tomb. The place where you rot and wither until the air, fire, water, and earth are done with you.
THE PRISON
 Like unto the tomb, the prison is a place where you sit and rot. Unlike the tomb, you rot while living, making the situation worse 10 fold. Through conviction you are placed in an 8x10 cell. Here you will remain for the duration of your incarceration, whether that be 1 day or 1000 years. The prison is a concrete and steel cage designed to deprive, separate, and brake the very essence of human existence. Here you have given up your individualism and personal lifestyle and replace it with being told when to get up, when to go to sleep, when to eat, when to bathe, when, when, when. Your life in the prison is no longer yours it is the institutions. Within the institution you are broken and emasculated. This is done by being placed in over populated dorms with the same sex, showering with the same sex, the ever lingering thought of being attacked, not only by fellow inmates but also c.o.'s. Raped, your food taken, threats, shake downs in the middles of the night, no longer being free to move as you please but rather being told what to do and how to do it. The ultimate protection from all of this as well as being the ultimate destructor of the human spirit is isolation. The prison within the prison. This will separate the mentally strong from the weak. You will either come out stronger than before you went in and more ferocious, or you will wish you would have died in the box. You can come out the box in a box, or you will come out with a new resolve on life and comply, or the worst of them all, come out with what used to be you left in between the grains of the concrete in the solitary cell. Either way it is death in its' most subtle form.
HELL
 This is the state of perpetual purging. Some equate this to burning. Some equate it to having your flesh ripped off and having it replaced only to have it ripped of again. And there are others yet who equate hell to living on earth its self. Living in poverty, squallow, under educated communities with liquor stores, chinese food, chicken joints, gun shops and churches on every corner. Hell a place of punishment to some, a place of refuge for others. What is for sure we ourselves create our own hells. We create the punishment, and the minions that dish out this punishment. A man once said," as a man thinketh so he is." Once you think that you are in a hell or going through hell or going to hell, there you are and will be. In hell. No, there is no devil in hell like the hot sauce bottle would have you think. The only devil in this place called hell, if you were to go, would be you. You are the master of your own failure, iniquities, and disappointments. Hell, the greatest of all misunderstandings.
PARADISE (PAIR OF DICE)
Just sit back and reflect on that word. It's funny the first thing I see in the word paradise, if I may use a simple play on words is, a "pair of dice." Funny though, your paradise can be won by a roll of a pair of dice. Literally and allegorically. You can walk into a casino or on the block, whether crap table or celo square there is "a paradise" won and "a paradise" lost every time. Paradise depending on what theology you subscribe to can be many different things. It can be a place where you do absolutely nothing for the rest of eternity. It can be a place where young virgins cater to your every whim. Paradise can be a place where your redemption is met with communion with your creator. Paradise can be many things. Here on earth many can buy their paradise. After all, rivers of milk and honey, streets of gold, and white raments and garments and a garden of delights are all a matter of how much money you want to spend. No matter what, we all equate paradise with love, peace, and happiness. A place of safety and righteousness.
But remember! Whether on Earth or in that great unknown called death, paradise is always a gamble. We are not promised nor guaranteed to have a place for us. Paradise is what you make it.
THE TEMPLE
Here is holy ground. It is consecrated and divine. The temple is pure and undiluted. This is the one place where the most holy of holy rituals are performed and where the EVERLIVING resides among man. The temple can be a physical place or a place in the plane of thought. It is in the temple where sacrifices are made as well alms are given and the most sacred of ceremonies are acted out. Even though the temple is where the MOST HIGH manifests his self among man it is easily desecrated and made filthy. To bring the wrong thoughts, filth from outside, the wrong food, the wrong clothes, or the wrong characteristics into the temple will most certainly turn holy ground into an empty grave where your intentions and sacrifices go unheard. The temple can be a gigantice building with architectural marvel and made of the most precious material. The temple can be a small place within the home where reverence is served or the temple can be as simple and complex as the mind. What temple do you pray in? The one that houses men or the one that houses your brain?
STAY TUNED MY G'S...
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