Thursday, September 29, 2005
Back in Born Build I had the opportunity of sharing some time with First Born Prince Allah. The picture you see was taken at about the Knowledge Knowledge Hour (11pm) in front of the Allah School.
The first time I met Prince I had already heard quite a bit about him. He was well-known for bombing (setting people strait) people and calling things like he seen it. On the first occasion I was sitting in the Allah School on the day of our Annual Show and Prove with about four other Gods, a couple young and a couple older. While sitting there a tall thin figure walked in through the room strait to the back of the school. Those who knew who he was seemed to sit up alittle more strait as if they were waiting for something to happen. I looked around at those in the front room and it was an eerie silence. One of the older Gods said in a silence voice to one of the younger Gods, “That was First Born Prince Allah!”. With his eye’s widening, the younger God seemed to feel alittle apprehensive about being there. I didn’t know what was really going on until Prince returned from the back and on his way out he stopped to question one of the Gods who was sitting in a chair. In a convicted voice he said, “Yo’ God where is my tape at!” Apparently the God borrowed a tape from Prince of him going through his lessons. The God being to stumble into excuses why he hadn’t gotten it back to him yet and finally stated that he was doing the knowledge to it. Prince sarcastically shot back, “God, you had my muthaf*#!in’ tape for 10 years now God and you still drawing it up? How much drawing up you gotta’ do God? God I want my tape back!” Now mind you this God that was getting bombed was at least 40 years old. A few Gods snickered a bit because it was hilarious how Prince handled the situation. The God didn’t respond he just told the God “I’ll get your tape back”, and Prince responded by saying, “And don’t tell me when your gonna’ bring the mutha f*#a’ either, just bring it”!
A few minutes later me and one of the Gods was standing outside of the school and Prince was in the front sweeping when a young PR boy (so-called Puerto Rican) walked by wearing a long necklace with a large Dragon pendant dangling from it. Prince stopped him for a minute and said “What kind of symbol is that?”. Puzzled, the youth looked down and held it up and said proudly, “It’s a Dragon”. With a smile on his face and wave of his hand Prince said, “Well drag on then”. It was amazing to see how he put knowledge to practical use. He was an Arabic Scholar, and Elder, a Brother and at times he often spit Mathematics sounding like a Sailor! When it’s said that “The truth hurts”, Prince knew how to break you down if you wasn’t right and exact and I noticed that he usually attacked those who acted like they were better. Prince didn’t carry himself with a “I’m better than you attitude” b.u.t. he did demand respect regardless of who you say you are and that went for everybody!
On the occasion where I tool this picture of Prince I had the opportunity to spend quite a bit of time with him. Actually this is the weekend I bought a roundtrip bus ticket to Now Why (NY) and stayed over night in the school. My intention was to visit the school, build with some of the Gods and Earths, view some sights, get something to eat and get back on the bus later early the next morning and come back to Atlantis. When I got to Mecca and it started to get late the Older Gods decided to let me stay at the School because Prince was gonna’ rest there for the night. We built or should I say he built because I basically listened and only asked for clarity on some things he said. The God was hilarious the way he put things because many “God’s” often try to dress up what they are saying by shrouding their words in deep mathematical concepts. Prince was raw and anyone that knew him will bear witness to that! He built about everything from this young wiz (woman) he was dealing with in the Projects to Freemasonry, the history of the Nation to why he hated rats, relationships and of course stupid ass nigga’s. We were up to about the wisdom hour and it was one of the most memorable experiences that I have ever had.
When I awoke in the morning we built for a while longer before I left to do alittle sight-seeing until it was time for me to come back to Atlantis. I tell this story for one reason only, to reflect upon how valuable that our Elders are. We must preserve the best part of everything they say while they are here with us. May Peace and Blessing be upon The God.