“Educate yourself to
the fullest to become more aware of your creativity. Where you find your passion is where you find
your love.”
Eugene Brown, Chess
Master
The above quote came
to be during a rap session between Mr. Eugene Brown and your MannofStat
(8/28/14). His words were a direct
response to my asking him for advice on how to further this incredible journey
we know as W2TM. Sitting and speaking
with someone who has been where I have been, and does not mind sharing the
formula to get to where he is – breeds a fluent conversation that is now
chronicled as a historical event. Na
mean?
“Hope without
inspiration is the mother of stupidity, and the vultures await your
exhaustion.” These are the words of an
ex-con tailoring the death row chess club to the body of humanity – allowing
all involved to wear this experience as the blueprint to seeing a legacy
fulfilled – making him an icon, A man that served time with the legendary
Reuben “Hurricane” Carter during the 60’s Civil Rights Era. “The Hurricane” story has been influential in
my personal quest for freedom. The hard
truths pouring from Mr. Brown’s life experiences overwhelm me with inspiration
whenever we share the same space. Word
is bond!
As I have said before,
Mr. Brown is currently writing his autobiography, “Ex-con To Icon” (Chess
Master Making Moves with Leroy - http://word2themasses.blogspot.com/2014/08/a-chess-master-making-moves-with-leroy.html
). The expression to follow is a
combination of hard truths, molded into a poetic expression that permits the
reader to see the moves with his legacy.
“Don’t Ask Me How I
Got There” reveals the life of an icon.
Your move Mr. Brown.
Be Easy,
MannofStat
Copyright © Leroy
Elwood Mann
Don’t Ask Me How I Got There
You chose a heck of a place to want to be a star, warming
your hands around a fire barrel with other cold hearted, like-minded men,
women, children, dogs, cats, PhD’s, MD’s, HIV’s, murderers, robbers, dope
fiends and thieves.
All the way from Don Perion on to the night train only to
transfer to Richards Wild Irish Rose while tripin on a bottle of ripple. Oh yeah, you talking about a devastating
trip! Where many are chosen, but very
few return.
Don’t even ask me how I spent decades in those crack houses,
oils joints, homeless shelters and other dismal crypts.
My mother said it would be days like this if I continued
down that dead end street, but she never told me about those lonely nights that
I would spend in the back seat of my car-dor minimum, lonely, broke, busted and
disgusted and can’t be trusted.
Don’t even ask me how I got there because it is where
darkness lives without light, where negativity is accepted for positivity,
where ugliness is miss-placed for beauty, where young brothers are being turned
over and over and over until finally turned out and
Suicide seems like the only way out! Oh what a terrible existence – That Prison
Industrial Complex.
You want to know how I got there. Do you really want to know?
Well I’ll answer that for you.
My thinking got me there.
Ask me what was I thinking when I made those decisions.
Ask me about my role models and mentors
Ask me was I thinking b4 serving those long prison
sentences.
Ask me did I have any choices while being programmed in
subhuman conditions.
Ask me finally how the flame of hope was finally one-day fan
into a new way of life. Ask me how my
thinking got me there. Ask me how I came
to accept full responsibility for every move I made.
In a still small voice I heard something say you are the
King of your thoughts “Be still and make your next move your best move and
always think B4U/move, this is your mission if you choose to accept.”
Copyright © Eugene Brown
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