1The earth and everything on it
belong to the LORD.

The world and its people

belong to him.

2The LORD placed it all

on the oceans and rivers.

3Who may climb the LORD’s hill [a] or stand in his holy temple?

4Only those who do right

for the right reasons,

and don’t worship idols

or tell lies under oath.

5The LORD God, who saves them,

will bless and reward them,

6because they worship and serve

the God of Jacob. [b] 7Open the ancient gates,

so that the glorious king

may come in.

8Who is this glorious king?

He is our LORD, a strong

and mighty warrior.

9Open the ancient gates,

so that the glorious king

may come in.

10Who is this glorious king?

He is our LORD,

the All-Powerful!

The bullet hit Deron’s car window and went through the other , shattering the glass in the process
Sugah eased his slumped body to the ground and quickly got in his car
” Wha happen Sugah mi hear di gun go off’? Martina asked.
” Di man faint whey , dem uptown people yah a saahfaz eno man”
Dave regained consciousness and saw that his shirt was covered in blood and remembered what happened.
A very short , thick rough looking guy was standing infront of him and Martina was by his side, feeling the gun crashing into his head, now he was awake and still in the bitches’ house.
Dave grabbed his bag and headed down the street if he stuck around that house one more day he knew he would die, that guy looked like a killer!
” Sugah falla mi inside, jus incase him come to nuh man, nex ting him try kill mi”
Sugah followed Martina inside, saw that Dave had left , he even cleaned up the blood.
Martina was so happy to see Dave gone, it felt as if he was there a month instead of a few days..
When Sharon stood on her side of the kitchen , she could see almost the whole street, a man with a bag , he looked a lot like Dave.

Sharon quickly ran from the kitchen and went to the gate , somehow she knew he was headed back home.
Tears were streaming down Dave’s face, his eyes were red and he look as if he was about to fall any moment now ” Sharon please please mi a beg yuh mek mi come back home Sharon please, mi did a sleep pan di street Sharon and one bwaay rob mi Shar–on”. Dave sobbed.
Judging by the amount of times Dave called her name, Sharon knew he was hurting pretty badly.
” Dave mi nuh want yuh back but yuh can stay here fi di sake a di kids, yuh did a gi Martina yuh money an all dese tings, till a street yuh end up a sleep”?
”Sharon mi and Martina neva ina nuttin a help mi did jus a help har out, nuttin like dat”!
” Help har out and yuh pickney dem in need”?
Dave had nothing else to say, Sharon believed his story and thats all he needed right now. His head was pounding still.
Martina headed downtown to buy her outfit for church as usual, and remembered that she hadn’t spoken to Mr. Rowe in a while, too money was never a problem in Martina’s book.
Pam couldn’t get over what Melvin had said in bed the night before, also the fact that even now he didn’t seem to have paid any attention to her question as to who Prim was.
Melvin whistled as he went about the yard, sweeping up and weeding out the weeds that were infront of the steps, it was Saturday morning and he couldn’t wait to see Prim on Sunday, he would finally show her what his seat was all about.
Collin Rowe saw heard his phone ringing and wondered if it was Paul calling again, since Deron had come home from the hospital , only it wasn’t Deron , it was Martina
” Hello, long time”, Mr Rowe answered.

” Wha gwaan Collin, yuh a come church tomorrow?
” Yeah mi a come but is wha did happen last week”?
” Whey yuh mean Mr Rowe”?
” Martina, some woman did come stab yuh fi dem man Sundeh a church”.
”Stab me”? No Collin , mi neva get no stab, a some mad ooman from up a mi way whey jealous offa har man whey nobody want and come a church and try beat mi”.
Paul had to meet up with Sugah again to give him the balance of the money.
Felecia parked her car behind the old church where Deron had told her to meet him, her husband didn’t say anything about her and Paul so the money she paid was worth it, she didn’t have to go abroad and she could still see Paul as much as she wanted.
” Felly , Sugah seh him a reach in bout ten minutes, how Mr Rowe?
” He hasn’t said anything to me so I doubt he knows anything more than what he was told at first, and I told him that was a lie”.
” Okay , Okay”, Paul said.
Sugah pulled into the parking lot behind the church, got out and walked over to the parked van and collected the balance of his fee.
” Tank yuh Don”, Sugah told Paul
” Yeah man”.
The back of the church looked inviting, it was kinda late and things were really quiet….
Paul saw the look on Felicia’s face and knew what was up, she always wore skirts when they were outside the gym.
– Mable Dayers
February 12,1900- March 22, 1959
Felicia sat back and put her legs up on the side of the grave, Paul placed small wet kisses on the inside of her legs and licked her hungrily with the tip of his tongue, Felecia’s hips began to move from side to side with urgency, Paul entered her slow and deep, and felt her warmness engulf him.
From where Roy stood he could see to people really getting it on , something that went on regular at his place of work. This couple seemed loud though…
”’ AAhhhhhh Paul mmmmm”
” Yes baby cum fi mi Felly”
Martina hung up the phone , pondering so deep that she didn’t see Dave and walked right into him-
” Tina mi jus a come —
”Come fi tell mi what dutty Dave, come fi tell mi bloodclaat what”?
”Duh mi a beg yuh Tina jus listen tuh mi, all mi a seh a sorry”
If Sugah wanted, he would have been a solider, his steps were quick and light-
Martina and Dave didn’t hear him come in-
” Sorry fi wha Dave, mi neva tell yuh seh mi want yuh a money mi defen straight, is like yuh wha tek set yow and dat nuh wuk ina none a my book dem”.
Roy looked again and again at the lady pulling down her skirt
– ”Nuh sah, a cudden Felecia dat”
He quickly walked to the entrance of the cemetary needing to get a real good look.
” Hi Felcia, how di evening”?

chris rock breaks down his views on the never ending battle between progressive black people and the ones who behave like they are cavemen…… just to state where i stand on the issue, i think that alot of people need to start getting their organs removed and donated to children and people who need them. we can argue that every race has a set of people who behave like this, for example white people have rednecks or trailer trash.
The main difference is that rednecks tend to hate other races while black people hate ourselves, for example people always talk about a big race war between blacks and whites, i have always said that if that was to happen black people would be wiped off the earth.. not because white people white people outnumber us(this war would be in america or maybe britain) but because the white people would all team up and start charging with their guns, knife, sticks etc then their will be black people on the other side charging with our weapons then all of a sudden something as simple as somebody step on a man desert clarks and a mini scuffle break out in the black crowd. all the white people stop charging and just allow us to fight, there would also be some opportunistic killers in the black crowd who will see an old enemy and just cant resist the chance to kill them in the big mix up that will be going on, not to mention the mateys and wifeys who would be scrapping, the jist of the story is that white people would just finish off the rest of us. As we all know the concept of honour and loyalty is not embedded in the mind of most black people, we have the “eat a food mentality” which means that we can be easily bought. its rare you find a black man that stands for anything other than vanity, and the ones that do stand for something usually get taken down by their own kind as we saw with malcomx.

Think about this, when the white man goes to war he fights another country, he is willing to drop atomic weapons on another country to preserve his own land. when was the last time you have ever heard jamaica vs another country, nigeria vs another country, haiti vs another country etc. black people dont fight other countries and races, we fight ourselves. we could make alot of excuses as to why this happen but thats all they are excuses. We remember the japanese soldiers in world war 2, who even when they were outnumbered would still charge their enemies, and their pilots who use to crash their planes into american ships in raids known as kamikaze. now im not saying that black people should start killing themselves, but im highlighting the great extent japanese people would go to in order to save their land and people,even if it was misguided because the concept of loyalty has been rooted in their culture for centuries . Tell a black man that jamaica is gonna be invaded by a foreign army and see how quick the island empties,who dont have visa would swim. only a few would remain to defend it, but tell them that a man from down the road diss dem and see how quick they run for their guns and willing to kill man, woman, babies even animals in the name of badness, den say they do it for a cause????
Even within hurricane katrina there were gang shootings, what does that tell you? that even in the face of imminent death, we are still willing to kill each other. There were gangs walking around shooting people at random. one of the victims who were shot remember hearing one of the gunmen “kill that nigger there, now shoot that one there” now imagine that, the time when you would think we would be working together. people reported that people were rushing the gun stores more than the supermarkets!! if that doesnt sum up the state of our race then i dont know what does. its standard to end on a good note, so lets not forget the black people who hold it down and represent for themselves and inturn make the rest of us look good. nuff respect to the crabs that did make it out the barrel and the ones that are almost out, even though they are being dragged back down in it.

Jamaican dancehall artiste is first murder victim in New York

2011-01-03 08:46:07 | (0 Comments)

NEW YORK, CMC – New York police have confirmed that a Jamaican dancehall artiste who tried to break up a fight outside a Queens banquet hall is the city’s first 2011 murder victim.

The police said an unidentified gunman shot and killed Dwayne Haughton, 29, during the early hours of Saturday morning in the Richmond Hill section of Queens.

Haughton, who carried the stage name “Bobby Genius”, was walking a friend to her car after she got into an argument with another woman, police and eyewitnesses said.

The police said they found Haughton bleeding from neck and chest wounds, and died a short time later at Jamaica Medical Center in Queens.

Haughton had come to the party to pick up his girlfriend, Kadian Allen, when he saw a female friend get into a scuffle with another woman.

“I heard gunshots,” Allen said, when I ran out of the car, he was just laying there on his back, just laying there not moving.

“How do I tell my son someone shot his father because he was walking a friend to her car,” Allen added.