“There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from. You can run but you can’t hide forever, in these, streets that we don’ took!” Albert “Prodigy” Johnson was born in Nassau County, New York with a chronic condition called sickle cell anemia—a hereditary blood disease that destroys the body—which ultimately led to his untimely demise. Prodigy, a founding member of Mobb Deep, was called to the clouds after choking on an egg while hospitalized with complications from the aforementioned chronic condition. But back to those legendary lyrics, police proudly proclaim that punishing people and pillaging their property and possessions when people’s actions aren’t aligning with America’s agenda isn’t injustice. Prideful and presumptuous police personnel pick the profession that promises the power to impose, impair, and improperly regulate rights and restrictions. To the punk-ass police, authority is authorization to act aggressively against all actors who’re antagonistic toward oppressive officers. Imagine imagining that the idea of invincibility or immunity imparted by imbeciles with pretended power makes you special to someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you. Like I said, everything is made up! Minnesota’s Muslim representative, Ilhan Omar, recently stated that citizens are disturbingly “disappearing” from the streets—vanishing from running vehicles, being nabbed in the night, and being taken with no trace of the takers’ tracks. What’s stopping folks from fighting back? And what makes miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers believe that they can’t be beat? If Prodigy passed after being suffocated by something soft that he struggled to swallow, what’s saving satanic souls from succumbing to something simple? Suffering from several severe sensitivities and susceptibilities on Earth is basically a birthright. A person can be in peak physical condition while practicing perfectly healthy habits in a sustainably stress-free situation and still die from something simple like a sinking ship, a car crash, wildly windy weather, brutality by the bitch-ass badge boys, an infection from intercourse, an airborne ailment, etc. With that, no creature on Earth is exempt from extinction. And trust me, that infamous “red button” is always ready! What’s the worst thing you can imagine happening to humans? Better yet, what would you do if death was staring straight into your eyes? Anew, saying that something’s wrong with the world and the weak-ass weirdos in it is an undeniable understatement. And if you’re playing a part in perpetuating trends and traditions that have historically held humans back from betterment, you’re a participant in the planet’s peace-hating party, and you probably prefer preserving fear over freedom. Think about it like this, if complacency and carelessness correspond to compliance with control, and being a fiend for freedom has historically been found futile without a fight, and complacent, careless citizens commonly prefer cussing and complaining over creatively combating control, if you’re a complacent, careless citizen, whose side are you on? For fussing and fighting to be so central in the country’s culture, to the point where “reality” television is reminiscent of a Royal Rumble, fussers and fighters frequently fail to win where it matters most. With lawsuits looming and careers collapsing, famous folks are fearing for their freedom like salacious senators are scared of sex scandals and risqué representatives run from the release of revealing revelations. Whether it’s alliterative assertions or regurgitating remarks from my published posts, my influence is uttered universally. Still, stealing my shine was surely set to stop me from succeeding. Copycats and cover-ups created to convince objective onlookers that objectors aren’t operating offensively to obstruct my omnipresence and hinder my happiness is flagrantly foul! Your honor, though hatred has helped me heighten awareness, it’s hurt me in all areas adjacent. The subliminal slights and allusive attacks, that continue as I type, were designed to allow deceivers to deny doing damaging, diabolical deeds. The evidence exhibits that my sanity and survival were believed to be impossibly maintainable. To the conspirators and co-conspirators, if you believe that I give a fraction of a fuck about your fame, fortunes, and futures, pray! Because soon…
Omniscience