Conviction

The Conviction

To speak what I believe
Got me feeling like

The 1st amendment is a felony

Jailing freedom of speech
Mirandized, Full of greed
But everybody gotta eat
And there’s no such thing
As starving a beast

We living in a world of need

Opportunities
Few and far between
Hope getting harder to see
While Beliefs
Skipping stones on dreams
As the Spiritual Realm
Clashes with Reality

The Cosmos are Battling
And it ain’t a baby that’s rattling
Hell getting adamant
Banks went bust
No cashing in

Or cashing out

You either stuck in a drought
Or you drown

Don’t look down

Or you might see
A generation of long shots
With scopes and slingshots
Aiming for a way to make the pain stop
Or at least turn the hate off
Looked in the mirror
It said I fought

I responded with
I fight

Golden in the zone
Kill the lights

We bout to slay some demons
Hi haters guard your life

I got
Plato
In the scope
He dies tonight
My God is My Might

Yeah, I don’t really like clones
And I don’t really write poems

I’m just an Ascendant
With a Nice Flow
Hell and Back
Say I’m Twice Known
The Rose Gold Natural
Instincts factual
Intuition actual
And what some call impossible
Is my casual

This is just how my soul
Talks to me

Legacy
My pen walks with me

What I share with you’ll
Is so you can march with me
Or share a heart with me

In a world where
Words are symphonies
Breathes epiphanies
And our footsteps beat for centuries

Lord
Is anyone listening

Shouting let my people go
As long as we’re living
We’re winning
But this victory lap ain’t finished

So, sale your cloak and get sword
Rumors of war
Fore
God is all
When weapons are holy

Believe me when I say you don’t know me
I ain’t Toby

I’m Rising
Gliding
Grinding

Feel like I’m finding
Hidden Vibrations
And with all my words
All I can say for what I feel is

Kill it

Ignorance needs to die

And that means,
No more touch screen hypnosis
Put your phone down, get focused

All that other shit is bogus
But this rounds the bonus

Insights like oceans
Empathy, can you hold this
Cheers,  here’s hoping
Going Golden
The wrath ain’t folding
And I know that you knowing

Our banking system is a fraud
Our judicial system is a fraud
Political system, fraud

So all day
Everyday
We all getting robbed

Without intelligence and integrity
All liberty is lost

If you a coward,
Here’s your stop

For the rest
It all started with a thought

The shadows on the wall

Could be used to deceive
Trap the mind and make’em sheep
But never let em think
And slaves, can’t read

So those shadows
Became flat screens
Among other things

Like Programing
Industrials complexes and idols
Everywhere you look you being lied to

These are the facts

Or what your opinions
Irrelevance aspires to
The sad but true

Here and now
And nowadays,
most of you’ll just see through

You see,
They had your whole life
Planned for you

From, Prussian schooling
For their hierarchy

To using insecure men
Reinforcing a patriarch
Of blind pride
That’ll put us all in the dark

But I, got a spark

Hair Trigger
Light is the scope
I’m just a prism
In the hands of a cut throat
Named Balance

Welcome to the Challenge

To overcome all obstacles
Until all you know
Is an Essence
That is and isn’t your own
The common sense
Somebody stole
Whitewashed in Rome
Then Crusades

That tried to set the Truth ablaze
But the all consuming fire
Shale ignite their shame

Into Pink Mist

Yeah Rome is burning
And your house might too
But I don’t talk I tattoo

Let me Tat you
With the immortal words of God

I Am

Now be who you are
Now is when you start
And that one shot
A make’em all drop
Fragment
And you can see through the facade

You ever step back and think
What are you being taught

What are you learning
What are we earning

Replacing mothers with a mistress
Raising kids to be midgets
Mini me’s generation
Stunt the growth

Breakaway faith and call it hope
The man made hoax

Just caught one through the throat

Greetings
To Oxford from Toledo

The Federal Reserve
From those never printed on your pasos

The Monuments
From the Geometry that made you

Hello World
It was the Mighty Moors that saved you

And if you, speak now
Only blood comes out

Now watch, as the cave comes down

They’ll say
It was a Revival
Then a Revolution
And only Truth came out
Or karma finally came around

As a Pantheon

Look up to see the path I’m on
The too strong
What went wrong

Is they turned Our Truths
Into Al Andalus

Now we forbidden yet famous
And fake friends and the faceless
Got me fracturing phase

Vencci

Don’t get lost in translation
I’m ambitious and bout my business

Envisioned enrichment
Looking for treasure in the trenches

Conviction on a mission

PS:
I wrote Conviction during what I consider the spiritual awakening phase of my life. On a personal level I had a lot going on in my life. I was fighting the courts to be a part of my first child’s life, I’d lost the woman I wanted to marry due to all the drama with my Baby Mama, I’d lost my job after being a labor organizer for over a year, and all I really had left was my Bible and a raggedy chromebook.
Needless to say it was one of the darkest periods of my life and as somebody who has spent most of my life as an outcast or a black sheep, I’ve learned how to take all that and suffering and concentrate it into action. I use it to focus and at this point in my life I was focused on healing my spirit. I was hurting more than I ever had and really had nothing and nobody to turn to so I dove into the Bible. At that point in time I was Studying an Archaeological Bible, and I had a Bible Dictionary but I was beginning to research the Hebrew names and meanings of the symbolism throughout the Old Testament, which lead me to doing a lot of more research about the origins of the Bible, and the history of the Church.
As I took more and more notes while connecting them with historical events and Biblical Scriptures/ double untrontras. Due to the facts that I’ve always been rather good at taking notes, and i enjoy expounding on metaphysical ideas, the notes kinda took on a life of their own and as I was studying them one day I realized that they read a lot like a book. Typing them up and creating a book from them wouldn’t be hard so I started writing Aleph, which was going to be a book focused on taking Christianity back to the roots of the belief system.
At this time in my life I was like a devout Christian. When I started out on this quest for the truth, it was more of a search for justice or for love. Up until this point in my life, all I focused on was for everyone else. I considered myself to be “blessed to be a blessing.” I’d given all my talents and gifts to Jesus, pretty much all I had and the one thing I’d asked Jesus for, for me, was a family.
I grew up as the black sheep of my family, the problem child that never really felt loved or accepted by anyone but my Granny and my Big Sister so the biggest of my “when I grow up” wishes was to have family where I felt loved and accepted, a family of my own without all the bullshit I grew up dealing with. What I got was a baby mama that didn’t believe me, my vision or my community work. Argument after argument put our relationship on the rocks and after one such argument she said she’d “hurt me in my sleep.” which was basically the end of our relationship. I asked her to move out and tried to keep it civil but she disappeared while she was pregnant and then i didn’t hear from her until I was getting served with child support papers. I missed my daughters birth and didn’t even know she was born until I called to check on her pregnancy and they (her and our daughter) were at the doctor…I know for some of you this may not be such a huge catalyst for you as it was for me but the level of pain and betrayal I felt at this moment in time was through the roof. 
In addition to this, I’d been a Regional Leader for OUR Walmart for over a year. OUR Walmart is a labor rights organization focused on empowering and educating Walmart Associates about their labor rights and to exercise them. I’d gone on two official strikes, filed multiple NLRB complaints (National Labor and Relations Board) and had become a pillar for worker rights in my community.
Within a week or so of me finding out about my Daughter being born and me missing the birth, I had a manager ask me to do something that wasn’t in my job description. Due to the fact that I’d previously been a Department Manager,  and an Inventory Supervisor I had a lot of skills that many of the workers there didn’t, including the Assistant Manager that asking me to do what really should’ve been his job but he was too incompetent to complete acturally. Usually I would’ve just no, documented the incident in my notes and emailed the District Manager about it, just in case he tried to write me up for refusing to do it, but that day, I just wanted to punch him in the mouth. I wanted to hit him so bad I had to walk away and just walk around the store for like 15min. I helped a couple customers and whatnot and then I saw him again and the urge came rushing back. It was at the point I realized I needed to leave before I ended up catching a case, so I quit.
I went home and with my life in shambles, I began my quest for healing, for hope and love, for justice and peace, for God. This quest is what lead me down the rabbit hole of not just the Bible, but the history of the Bible itself, and the history of the Church itself, but the more and more research I did, the more I discovered the African roots of the Abrahamic religions.
For years I’d heard this and that came from Africa but because I’d done little to no research of my own on the subject it never really mattered to me until I was in need of answers. Take a man who all he ever really wanted was a family of his own, and then allow him to watch all of that get broken apart while he’s helpless to stop it, Jesus does nothing to “save” the situation, and you’ll be surprised by how determined he’ll become to find answers.
I was watching 4 hour documentaries on the reformation, learning about catacombs churches in Rome, looking into the Coptics and their version of the gospel. I began to explore any and all avenues I could find which ultimately led me to coming across the History of the Moors.
The Moors are a group of African and Arabian people from Northwest Africa with ties going back all the way to Ancient Egypt where they were first documented as a Nomadic group of people. They traveled and taught people throughout North and West Africa, founding trade cities, villages and universities as they went. Though there is no record that I know of for how far west they traveled, the Spanish Inquisition did it’s best to destroy such history, The Moors eventually conquered Spain in 711 ad, at which time they brought the original Hebrew and Greek text of the Bible with them into Europe.
The history of the Moors in Spain and America for that matter is somewhat of a hidden or neglected age of world history but the more I studied them, and the more I studied what they brought with them into Europe, the more I realized just how many lies have been told about our history and heritage.
Not only did they bring the original Greek and Hebrew Scriptures, they also brought science, architecture, a love for the arts and cleanliness. They brought mathematics, like the way people write a number one or two or three in today’s society is actually Arabic,  which is the same language most of our ancestors in these lands spoke before the genocidal and other crimes against humanity inflicted upon our people by the Crusaders of the Catholic Church and the European Colonialists that worked with them.
Though the art of something as simple as writing a number may seem trivial, when you take that and you apply it to something like engineering, or architecture it is fairly easy to see how the Arabic numbers would prove far more practical and useful than Roman numerals, let alone trying to do something a little more complex such as calculus.
In addition to the truth of the beliefs of the Judeo Christians, we also brought the Islam in its purest form with us into Spain. As we did this and we were teaching the true history, and the truth behind the scriptures and what Islam really is at the same time; we had a lot of people who were being manipulated by the Roman Catholic Church that we were freeing from their lies.
The Roman Catholics Bible was in latin and therefore, most of the people couldn’t read it for themselves, not to mention the levels of illiteracy in Europe at that time.
Alright, let’s go back a little bit. In 325 ad. There was the Council of Nicea. What the Council of Nicea was is basically a way for the Romans to get their story straight before they tried to destroy the truth of other cultures and enslave the world in the name of Jesus. I believe it was Constantine who ordered it because they couldn’t actually kill the religion, so Constantine Commissioned the council as a way to infiltrate the Christian church.
At the Council of Nicea, they debated about a lot of different beliefs in terms of what was to go in the Bible and what would be left out (Bible is just the Latin word for Book) whether Jesus was divine or not, what the holy day should be, etc.
So after the Council of Nicea. They created what is called the Nicene Creed. The Nicene Creed is what was used to go forth and create the Roman Catholic Church, and it’s what gave the Pope, the title of being the Vicar of Christ. The Vicar of Christ means substitute for Christ, so he’s supposedly the representative of God in the flesh until Jesus returns.
Those are a few of the lies that they told that’re not in the original Christian beliefs, and that’s not what the Bible says but that’s what the Roman Catholic Church put forth in this Nicene Creed.
From there they started killing everybody who disagreed with them. They called them a heretic or a blasphemer, much like in today’s world, but instead they’ll say you’re a homophobe, racist or a terrorist. It was basically a code word for a bad person that nobody should care about.
Then they’d kill the people and that’s what the Crusades were. First it was the Medieval Inquisition, which is the Romans against the Nords, Wiccans so forth. Later came the Spanish Inquisition, and the Spanish Inquisition was primarily focused on attacking and destroying the Moors because the Moors had invaded Spain in the seventh century, and once they started teaching Europe the original beliefs, and they started teaching from the original text not the Latin perverted crap that the Pope was pushing, they started liberating the Europeans from the rule of the Roman Catholic Church and the Roman Catholic Church hated that.
The story doesn’t stop there but I was researching all of this as a devout Christian who’s world just came crumbling and who was praying for Jesus to save me. Back then, most of the people I knew were Christian as well, and they couldn’t really hear what I was saying when I tried to discuss what I’d find. They’d argue with me or find a way to try and condemn or curse me rather than actually hearing the truth for what it is.
Because of that, I had to find the conviction to speak truth to power, and to speak truth to people whom I no longer share the same beliefs with. I lost a lot of friends, and family. A lot of my old connections no longer returned my phone calls. There’s a lot of things I was going through but at the end of the day I had to stand on my convictions first and foremost. Like I believe in the truth. I believe you have to stand for truth, like the truth is the truth, whether you believe it or not, whether you like it or not. It is what it is and that’s something that I live my life by.
Conviction is kind of the part of my life when I was writing this poem was right in the midst of me beginning to wake up to all of the psychological warfare, all the spiritual warfare, all the ways that our enemies control and condemn us on a daily basis and what they hide about who we truly are. Our history, our heritage, our greatness, how much they stole from us, and the origins of most of mankind’s religion came from Africa. Being able to recognize that and see it, and then call it out, and stand against it in the name of truth is what Conviction is all about.

PSS:
For everyone going through this type of storm in your life, what worked for me and helped me make it through the storm is focusing on self accountability and taking responsibility for your actions. True enough I had to let a lot of toxic relationships go, but I was also able to start repairing the relationship with the child’s mother in order to be a part of my child’s life, and it allowed me to “Man Up” and move on pass my mistakes to focus on my goals for the future. Cliche as it may sound, true progress starts by looking at the Man in the Mirror. At some point I realized that Jesus wasn’t coming to save me, which means I had to start working towards saving myself.
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Your Brother in Love and Truth
Rakeem G. Rivers
The Riverside Alchemist