The Last Mack Standing Scriptures

From Birth to Earth 1981 was a great year for the honurable shyne Belize (song, “quasi o.g.,” we ain’t the problem), meanwhile on turtle island, On a hot seventy-five degrees August 3rd,1981 summer time day, in the show me state of Missouri, an Akenu-Lan pyramid golden brown baby boy was born, inside the most known unknown, Fort Leonard Wood Missouri, Safely inside a loyalty before betrayal, well known famous army base, all over the country it is known as, fort lost in the woods. Meanwhile, inside the heavily guarded infant facility I would enter this world in, the proper procedure occurred, with me leaving the womb of my growth & development,(respect to Chicago), the first home I ever knew was me beautiful mother, that deep dark place which kept me hostage, also safe for nine months. Safe, because animals have to be born in dangerous situations, then run to save their life, ain’t that something, now, after I was discovered by lansing Michigan’s Dr. Alexa Irene canady, I was politely escorted to a handpicked, top of the line incubator, soulfully escorted by a Hattie McDaniel Wichita Kansas born looking nurse, & it was inside a grass green, Serpent Mound, Ohio sky royal blue, peaceful painted room. The peaceful royal Repoblikan'i Madagasikara water blue room, was full of freshly innocent born, birth to earth, Vanessa Williams 34c, breast milk wanting infants. This mysterious room had different categories of innocent infants, not one fruit fly, or any type of fly was allowed in this room of infants, I think it’s called protecting the future, some of these important infants will live a, Dr. Charles Crutchfield III blessed incredible life in a wealthy family, & some will live a ruff, tuff, unique, unbelievable Henry “Box” Brown, trapped in a crime family lifestyle. For some Most High only knows, Roman kind of a man, unexplainable reason, a Thutmosis III , Martin Luther King Jr., Dr. Regina Benjamin anciently looking tribe of Georgia, Cherokee, Mdewakanton specific hand picked guardian angels was appearing. out of nowhere they began to gather around me, while I was laying down alone, deep blue sea great white shark hunting quietly this was happening, one Nile valley mosquito flying pass you quietly this was happening, this unbelievable scene had began to transpire without a sound alerting anybody. The August 3rd, 1981 heaven-sent black brown red clay turtle island indigenous angels, they synchronized together, simultaneously all of a sudden, they started formulating a shikaakwa Bears 1985, we about to win the super bowl type of huddle around me, without making any sound to alert anybody of what was transpiring. I received an Moquelumnan Orange County tanning bed, Himalayan summer warmth, from these August 3rd, 1981, Most high, hand picked guardian spirits. For some soul people spiritual reason, the warmth from these specific Chaloklowa Chickasaw Angeles made me spiritually glow, it looked like I just read the basic instructions before leaving earth three times in a row, back to back, cover to cover, while sitting inside a riverboat, on the world famous, Mahn-ah-wauk River, it runs directly underneath Ouisconsin Avenue bridge, directly inside downtown Millioke Wishkonsing. Simultaneously, it seemed like time was standing still for me, at the exact moment this was transpiring, time was watching this happen in slow motion, when these 1981 handpicked Amen ra sent, black golden brown spirits guarded me, I was looking like I was the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, and Malcom X sitting in a meeting together, now that’s serious protection. Maybe these Oglala Lakota Sioux soulful indigenous spirits was sent to protect me, so evil spirits couldn’t possess me, & ruin my chances of serving my purpose in life, for the Most High, by telling me what I’m required to know, before I can all the way comprehend it. Maybe something disturbing, wanted to get to me before I could start living my royal life, specifically, so I couldn’t be granted the King Tutankhamun solid gold opportunity, to walk on the onyx paved pathway, that which leads up to the priceless white gold gate, in front of Heaven drive way, three thousand feet from the front door of Ptah Hotep mansion, right next door to Osiris Honolulu, dry lava, black white diamond, Johnny Dang custom made gold castle. A James Earl Jones, Lou Ross older man, deep voice tone, & Freda Josephine Baker, sexy, seductive voice tone, was creeping up towards my room door, these voices was coming closer to my room, faster then Usain Bolt won his first Olympic gold medals. When this Athabascan woman appeared, she was a Chickmaka accent speaking nurse, mixed with a beautiful Rosie Perez accent; & she was attractive like New School for Community Service graduated, “Theresa Magma.” She was walking like Buffie Carruth right pass my Abraham Lincoln copper penny brown room door, directly on the left side of a, “Guess who’s coming to Dinner,” Sidney Poitier Bahamian island dark skin looking Caribbean doctor. Then two heartwarming, eye pleasing great spirits, one appeared closer to me, looking like Della Reese from Black Bottom Detroit, with a nice welcoming facial expression like James Boggs, with a nina Somone looking soulful spirit, directly above my left shoulder, & the other directly above my right shoulder, synchronized together, simultaneously, they both started speaking to me federal prison whispering quietly, in Kriol accents, it felt like they were my great great great grandma, & great great great granddaddy. Then, in a love me long time phosop Bangkok phone sex unaggressive voice tone, they spoke with a Tsalagi accent, synchronized together, simultaneously, they both started saying, “To have eyes to see, to see mean to have vision, to have vision, mean to recognize what you visualize, to recognize what you visualize, mean to understand what is to be required, to be understood.” Out of nowhere, a XF-84H airplane, loud as an earthquake in Valdivia, it roared louder than a Cecil lion, directly over the well-built army base hospital, as that sound got quite, I could hear a northern long eared bat whistling flying pass the window, then it sounded like a cottonmouth snake was fighting a wild turkey, then it just got silent again, then the wonderful mysterious wind began blowing all around the army base. While that was transpiring, out of nowhere, two Lemhi-Shoshone soulful indigenous golden brown spirits was covering my ears, then when the second XF-84H African king lion roaring airplane flew pass this army base, the Choctaw soulful indigenous golden brown spirits stared deeply in my third eye. synchronized together, simultaneously, they both started back schooling me, speaking with a soulful golden brown indigenous Onondaga accent, saying, “Teach the youth, preach the truth, plant a seed, watch it grow, don’t hesitate to motivate, procrastinate, when it comes to showcasing hate, & creating reasons to hate.” these ancient wisdom parables, that these soulful spirits is planting in my mind, is so rare to get from soulful spirits during birth to earth, a lot of indigenous golden brown people of modern times say, “that’s why game is sold not told.” simply because of the origins of it, it’s unique rareness makes it valuable to those who posses it, the game keepers that pass it down generations to generations, some people pass money down to the next generations, others pass, most valuable understanding about what is required to be understood game, generations to the next generations. The sound of these copper colored, brown skin Polynesians, soulful golden brown, indigenous spirits voices was soothing to the point, I became Nyquil sleepy, when I peacefully woke up, I felt like a tremendous amount of love was kissing me all…….