Love Borns Justice

About the Book

It’s a self-help guide for men in poverty/incarcerated, using their community/environment in unfortunate ways to receive profits without a means of providing prosperity for his community, let alone himself. It is frivolous to have funds with no awareness of the doors of opportunity that fiancée opens up for anyone, using money as a tool to build/construct their life and not let it subdue them to destroy themselves or others around them. By making useless decisions with funds, they put their lives on the line. Plenty of ex-convicts, prisoners, street dudes, hittas, head bussa, or whatever you wish to call it that didn’t take advantage of the opportunity—wish they would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, but didn’t. I wanna be someone that keeps relevance for men of poverty playing this genocidal game (the black market). Created by a group of ignorant but intelligent individuals that mastered such fields as political science or social science, it is about how to create environment and place the instruments in it to create cause and effect in ya favor. But it’s all science and being that everything in the universe is one. Scientists have studied practices on all levels of life from humans to flowers, what makes air for example, how everything shares its relationship with other elements. It’s all by design (just as work = force × distance). That’s what I want men incarcerated or in grave states of poverty to understand. It’s all on our correspondences to situations that manifest who we identify ourselves as in these struggles. You can manipulate situations just as different minerals conduct energy (gold and electricity for example). Being that we’re playing the hands that was dealt to us by society, let’s make the best out of it for ourselves as well as for our families. Let’s put our children in academies and institutions that’ll bring role models in our communities for whatever natural talents/abilities they’re a genius at. Everybody can’t be a professional entertainer or athlete, but our communities would appreciate more engineers, scientists, inventors, doctors, lawyers, activists, carpenters, welders, brick masons, electricians, job developers, etc. That’s the least we could do if the plan is to set out for destruction. What do you have to show for it in the end? A wise man always told me to plan to the last step or end. ’Cause what do our family get from it—embarrassment, some bull-crap memories, some cars, some jewelry, status quo in the streets. That’s a small vision for a man risking his right to humanity to place himself in a grave cell or to be on the run. It’s all in the game to lose, not win. Go corporate, own some titles and deeds, laugh in your oppressor’s face like you wanted me to fail. But I played the game as a stepping stone(start-up business money) to create jobs for low-income families or for your own family as well as for yourself. Pay for your vocation or someone in your family that has created opportunity for themselves. We have to put the same energy we put into standing over a stove, trafficking drugs, standing on a corner, running a scam, robbing, or whatever we’re doing into getting out the social equality. We say that we or our families are not safe mentally or physically. This is where all the statistics and recidivism comes from. ’Cause of our overall goals while taken, these sacrifices are dormant. Every man that commits a crime is not doing it for sport. His doing it ’cause his circumstances, conditions, and living environment subjects him to an American pipeline dream to get ahead in society financially. By nature, man wanna prove for himself or family, especially an alpha male genetically. Even when held by walls, a cell, chains, or fences as well as institutions, his orientation in life instill this type of attitude through the mental hell he’s been put through daily, to strive to be who he wanna be and live up to the lifestyle he wants by defeating the system and tapping into a supreme state of his own happiness.

About the Author

I’m a 29 year old black male from the fast streets of Newberry, S.C. one of the few revolutionaries left in the 20th century. I’m cur rently incarcerated for falling victim in game the was meant for me and many other black men to fail in society and cripple us academically as a convicts in the social and academic world of America.. I’m a Tycoon a product or person made from his environment suffering supreme states of psychological warfare, identical suppression, oppression, 24 hours a day from his peers as well as the captives playing the devil’s advocate in form of rehabilitation counselor and corrections officers .. A battlefield called genocides/modern day slavery that I became a expert solider in actually becoming the General of my own life.. Being responsible for my own destine no matter where I’m at or up against... I want to be a direct scientist for future people to under the war we up against in laymen terms that makes criminals thugs and mobsters and so called gangsters..........And show the world being subjected to pressure makes different things...Pressure makes diamond I guest it made me.....