Franchel Patton Jr.   the Ankh Astrologer

Excerpt From Babylon the Great has Fallen    

 

He appeared to be tall, young, unkempt and very angry. To top it off he was wearing a black hoodie. “He must be a Gang Member” thought Portia. “Why would these people be listening to a thug?” As she got closer to the young black man, he seemed to turn to look in her direction. He continued to speak as he looked at Portia. 

 

 

 

“You are not Niggas”

A Nigga is a Slave created by his master

A Nigga will sell Drugs to his own People

Without Conscience

 

A Nigga has been taught to hate his own people so he could care less about the people and the families he has helped destroy

A nigga will flip on his own brother for a reduced sentence

A nigga will walk around with his pants hangin, down, sagging, too ignorant to know that it was started by Gay Boys in prison askin for something to be put in their Ass not cairn about the real statement

A nigga will call his own woman a Ho or Bitch and physically abuse her because he aint man enough to Deal with her Mind

A nigga has been programmed by Negative Rap Songs just like your computer, has been programmed by Bill Gates

so a nigga will kill you because he can’t see past tomorrow

A nigga says, when I see a ho comin, I see dough comin Ignorant to the fact, that he is talking bout his own mama, his own daughter, his own sister

 

u say nigga I aint worried bout nottin that’s cause you aint got a brain, u stupid motha fucka you are really a punk-ass bitch, that should be hung from a tree, then run over by a 18 Wheeler,  for the advancement of black people, and the Planet Earth.

a nigga is a slave, and a slave is owned by his master and must do whatever his master says brother you say “I aint got no master,”

but your master is the one who profited from that gold in your mouth, your master is the man who profited when you called your mama a ho, your master is the man on that dollar bill in your pocket

 

Yes My nigga I said your mama, you callin your own mama a ho, you stupid mutha fucka, your master pays you to lead your own people to their destruction.

My nigga you are so stupid, you don’t know why the judge gave you six months

for beatin your woman, you actually thought he was gonna believe your story when you told him, she got a black eye, when she tripped on the blanket getting out of the bed, you stupid mutha fucka,

the pain my sistas feel when the one they love becomes an animal that kills yes my Nigga time to pay your bill? with your Stupid Black Ass

you even got the nerve to ride around the hood, thinkin you’re a ghetto prince, but you’re a ghetto fool,

when someone asks you what’s an algebraic equation? you say I don’t speak French my nigga,  but you sure speak stupid,

My Nigga you are a plague that needs to be exterminated from the Earth.

 

Do you really wanna know why you’re Hot? my Nigga, it’s not cause your fly, its cause your black ass can feel the fire that’s gonna consume you when you Burn In Hell, My Nigga

 

When you’re lying in your grave, your epitaph will read.

 

 "R.I.P."

“Here Lies My Nigga, He made my pockets fat,

He paid for all my Trumped up Towers in the Sky,

He paid the Alimony for all my Gorgeous Wives,

but He was a Good Nigga,

thanks to him,

there will be more nigga kids to take his place.”

“My Niggas Keep Me Strong”

franchel patton jr.  4 my people

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt from Babylon the Great has Fallen "Portia Love Scene"

 

Dr. Dodd had just got out of the shower when he heard the knock at the door. He looked out the peephole and saw Portia. “Just a minute” he said, “let me put something on. He jumped into the clothes he had laid out on the bed, and then went to open the door. Portia was standing there with a bottle of champagne in her hand.  “I stopped by to help you wind down.”  Portia raised the bottle, “I wanted to say thanks for everything.” As Dr. Dodd closed the door, Portia walked over and sat on the bed. Dr. Dodd said, “Portia you have been a great help to me.” Portia smiled, opened the bottle and poured him a glass. Portia thought to herself. “It’s now or never.” Earlier she stopped by Victoria Secret to wrap her present with a Bow. She was dressed in a revealing outfit, sporting a blue sweater skirt combo that flattered her firm youthful figure. Her ultra-thin blue bra seemed to caress her breasts. Her skirt was short and flowing complementing her firm athletic body. She had worn her favorite perfume, Clive Christian’s Imperial Majesty. Bathsheba’s fragrance penetrated the whole room. At this moment she seemed to him the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His attraction to her was complete and without bounds. Dr. Dodd found himself at a loss for words. Bathsheba stretched out the bed, while she cuddled with a pillow. “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion; you have made me so happy in the past months I wanted to celebrate by sharing a drink with you.”  Dr. Dodd sat on the bed as Portia’s fragrance filled the room intoxicating him with her presence.  He sipped on the champagne while a wave of passion engulfed his heightened senses.  He could see her reflection in the Champagne glass that he held to his lips. Portia knew how attractive she was to most men; and even some women. Her body alone was what had got her to the finals of the Miss America Pageant. She dressed seductively for the moment. She knew that there was not a man on the planet that could resist her. As she sipped her champagne she sat back on the bed letting her dress fall open. Her legs were slightly apart and Dr. Dodd noticed her blue lacy panties matched her bra.  She looked up at him.  “Would you mind turning the light down.?” Dr. Dodd was speechless. He reached for the lamp on the table brushing against Portia’s firm soft breasts. Bathsheba, the Ancient Seductress smiled as Dr. Dodd reached out for her in the dimly lit hotel room, she let nature take its course.