I came here today cause folks been trynna dis me I'm only dropping a fifth but I wanted to do three sixty... three sixty would take us off course in the fact that we're going through a metamorphosis, but is this change really good or bad, does it leave us feeling happy or sad... does it leave us on the verge of going insane, pants dropped low or like little wayne? I'm a neteru but the neter must speak, if it's light and wisdom that we truely do seek. If you're Christian, Muslim or a wanna be Jew, then what I'm about to say might really confuse you. I've been on this earth many times before, A neter in a neteru, now who could ask for more? You've forgotten my female essence that placed you in a nod... check your history and you'll find me before you learned of God. I inspired the grand lodge of Luxor where others came to drink, blew the mind of Imhotep because he dared to think, look inside me and then you'll know that I designed the Sphinx. I made myself a perfect body to keep all things on track, knowing red, brown, yellow and white could only come from black. You once had balance that no one forgot, 42 principles in the laws of Maat... You didn't need prophets to guide you from the night, for in you I manifested and you became the light. But war was in this flesh I made, like mist and morning dew, in time you wanted to physically do, what I spiritually did with you. Slowly you ignored my essence in the by and by, went and took me out yourself then you placed me in the sky, you created imbalance where all things once were leveled, divided me on up to make yourself a God and a devil. I the neter use you the neteru, to do everything that you now claim to do. but you've allowed my lowest essence to now run your life, though I manifest in darkness you've degraded me to white. Extended kingdoms I manifested through you, as only I the divine neter could do. I made you dark in a land of sheer bliss and by the light of the sun your darkness was kissed. My feminine half gave life to your breath, gave language and culture now turned into death. It nurtured, protected, died and resurrected... now my neteru suffers from the evils you've infected... the poisons and artificial things you've injected... And so I warn you my offspring that it's time you corrected, the legacy of who you are least you all be defected. defected to accept the unreal as real, to love lies and falsehood but truth you'll conceal... to walk around helpless and filled full of fear, while your children are dying in prison for years. Be defected from loving your sisters or brothers, fail to act while your children are killing each other, Blame yourselves, blame them, saying that they knew the pace, while your opposite deludes you, saying that there's just one race. There is just one race but that race is called life, to live it abundantly not in pain and strife... to reclaim what I made and continue the story, to live out your lives filled with courage and glory, to do for yourselves as others have done, to again be the parents that I made under the sun. To know that from you sprang this whole human race, to hold up your head and not feel no disgrace. To again tune yourselves in this life for the better, to be the neteru manifesting I the neter.