MY GREATNESS IN LIFE WILL NOT BE ACHIEVED THROUGH
MONEY AND MATERIALISM, AND I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT TO BE WHAT DESTROYS ME. FOR ME
THE FULFILLMENT OF GREATNESS WILL BE ACHIEVED THROUGH THOSE PEOPLE WHOSE MINDS I
HAVE ENLIGHTENED AND BY GREATER DEEDS TO BE COMMITTED BY ME. YOUNG BLOODS MAY
"B" INSPIRED BY THE WORDS THAT THEY ARE READING. YOUNG BLOODS MAY BE
EDUCATED THROUGH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THEY ABSORB THROUGH KNOWING WHAT MADD
RONALD FROM NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN' 20'S FELT. I WISH I HAD THE ABILITY TO
RE-EDUCATE THE ENTIRE BLACK RACE BUT I CAN ONLY SPEAK FOR THAT WHICH WITHIN I
HAVE O/G STATUS AND RESPECT.
FROM DEEP WITHIN THE HEART OF THE WESTSIDE
ROLLIN' 20'S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS, I WISH TO INSPIRE WRITERS AND
PHILOSOPHERS SO THAT OUR STORY CAN BE TOLD PROPERLY. WE CAN NOT ALLOW THE
HOLLYWOOD GANGSTERS OF TODAY TO EXPLOIT OUR LIVES BECAUSE THEY DON'T LIVE THE
LIFE. THOSE ARE THE TYPE OF FOOLS THAT YOU SEE DRIVING DOWN THE STREET VIDEO
TAPING THE REAL GANGSTERS. WHAT MAKES A TRUE BLOOD IS HIS TRUE
EXPERIENCES AS A BLOOD. WHO KNOWS THE HEART OF A BLOOD BETTER THAN A BLOOD
HIMSELF, WHO KNOWS THE PAIN OF A CRIP BETTER THAN A CRIP HIMSELF.
Madd Ronald is currently working on his first book, "The Internet Compositions of O/G Madd Ronald: Blood For Life" What do you think?
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Madd Ronald should NOT write his autobiography
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Madd Ronald should write his autobiography
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Madd Ronald shoud write on the internet only
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Madd Ronald should write his autobiography and continue writing on the internet
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Madd Ronald should quit writing
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I DON'T BANG HOMIE BUT DON'T GET THAT SHIT TWISTED (THIS IS
STILL BLOOD FOR LIFE), THAT MEANS THAT AFTER 22 YEARS OF PUTTIN' IN WORK. I AM
TIRED OF WITNESSING THE ATROCITIES OF GANG VIOLENCE. I HAVE NOW
CHOSEN TO PUT DOWN MY GUN AND PICK UP A PEN. THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I WOULD HAVE
EXPRESSED MYSELF BY WRITING "NHBLOOD 20'S" EVERYWHERE
FOR THE WORLD TO SEE WITH A CAN OF SPRAY PAINT. NOW I TAKE AN INK PEN AND WRITE
ABOUT ROLLIN' 20'S NEIGHBORHOOD (STILL) FOR THE WORLD TO SEE EVERYWHERE. THE
MOST POWERFUL INSTRUMENT THAT I HAVE EVER HELD IN MY LIFE DID NOT CONTAIN A
LOADED CLIP, IT WAS LOADED WITH INK. BY ME STILL BEING ON THE SETT AND BY MY
RESPECT BEING FULLY INTACT IN THE BLOOD COMMUNITY, I AM ALL FOR GANG ACTIVITY. A
BASEBALL GAME IS GANG ACTIVITY, A BARBEQUE IS GANG ACTIVITY, READING MY WRITING
MIGHT BE GANG ACTIVITY. IT IS GANG VIOLENCE THAT I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF. WE ARE
WASTING OUR GREATEST TALENTS AT THE CURBSIDE. WHENEVER I HEAR OF A GANG RELATED
DEATH I CAN NOT HELP THINKING OF IT AS WASTED TALENT. I HAVE SEEN SOME OF
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, MOST TALENTED, MOST GIFTED LIVES SACRIFICED TO GANGBANGIN'.
CAPITALIZE ON YOUR TALENTS AND GIFTS AND DON'T DOWN PLAY YOURSELF IN ORDER TO
FIT IN. ONCE YOU HAVE MADE IT, THEN YOU CAN HELP THOSE OTHERS JUST
LIKE YOU. DON'T BE LIKE ME 35 YEARS OLD AND STUCK. I WALK
LIGHTLY THROUGH THE FLYING BULLETS IN L.A, BUT EVENTUALLY I WILL BE STRUCK. I
WAS HIT ONCE ALREADY. IF I AM HIT AGAIN I MAY NOT BE SO FORTUNATE. BACK WHEN I
GOT SHOT IN 1985, I HAD GOTTEN HIT ONCE IN THE LEG IN A DRIVE-BY. NOW IN 2003,
IT'S ALL ABOUT WALK-BY'S NOBODY SURVIVES ANYMORE. BODIES ARE FALLING ALL AROUND
ME ON A DAILY BASIS, AND IT SEEMS THAT IT IS ALWAYS THE GOOD THAT DIE YOUNG.
MURDER IS OFTEN DISCUSSED AT THE DINNER TABLE. BECAUSE IT IS OFTEN HAPPENING ON
OUR DOORSTEPS. I MAY EVEN SEEM KIND OF INTELLIGENT FROM THE WAY THAT I WRITE,
BUT THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS THAT, THE STREETS ARE ALL THAT I KNOW. IF
MY FATE IS TO DIE IN THE STREETS THEN I AM COOL WITH THAT BECAUSE I KNOW THE
CONSEQUENCES OF THE GAME THAT I HAVE CHOSEN TO PLAY. I MIGHT HAVE TO DIE JUST TO
SHOW YOUR CHILDREN HOW NOT TO LIVE. RIGHT NOW I CAN'T EVEN BE WORRIED ABOUT
DYING. I AM NOT LIVING RIGHT, SO I KNOW THAT I WILL NOT DIE RIGHT. DON'T
MAKE THE CHOICES THAT I HAVE MADE. LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES AND SAVE
YOURSELVES. DEATH IS NOT A GREAT FEAR TO ME BUT MY GREAT FEAR IS LEAVING MY CHILDREN
IN SUCH A FUCKED UP PLACE WITHOUT ME TO OVERSEE THEIR LIVES AND PROTECT THEM
FROM THE KIND OF FORCES THAT WOULD DO HARM TO THEM.
AS A ROLLIN' 20'S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOOD THAT IS WHERE ALL OF
MY PRIDE AND CULTURE LIES. THE TWENTIES IS THE ONLY PLACE IN THE WORLD THAT I
CAN DO OR SAY WHATEVER I FEEL. THE TWENTIES IS THE ONLY PLACE IN THIS WORLD THAT
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MUCH MONEY I HAVE TO BE ACCEPTED, FOR WHAT I DON'T
HAVE, THERE IS SOMEONE THERE THAT CAN PROVIDE IT FOR ME EVEN IF THAT MEANS FOOD
OR SHELTER. I MIGHT NOT BE SHIT TO ANYBODY ELSE IN THIS WORLD BUT IN THE
WESTSIDE ROLLIN' 20'S MADD RONALD IS THE SHIT, JUST ASK ANOTHER BLOOD. THE 20'S
IS MY HOME, THE 20'S ARE MY FAMILY. FOR EVERY BIT OF BAD THAT WE ENDURE WE
ENDURE THAT AS A FAMILY. IF I DIED TODAY, I KNOW THAT THE 20'S WILL COME
TOGETHER IN ORDER TO HELP BURY ME (THAT'S HOW WE GET DOWN), I LOVE THOSE ROLLIN'
20'S BLOODS WITH ALL MY HEART.
SEE THE WORLD THROUGH MY EYES, WITNESS MY VISIONS,
EXPERIENCE MY ILLUSIONS. THE CONSTANT NUMBNESS AND SURREALISM OF REALITY THAT
GOES THROUGH THE MIND OF A BLOOD. I WAS TALKING TO MY HOMEBOY FROM CRENSHAW
MAFIA (CMG) NOT TOO LONG AFTER HE HAD GOTTEN BLASTED UP BY AN AUTOMATIC WEAPON.
I REMEMBER THAT I HAD SAID TO HIM SOMETHING LIKE "GANGBANGIN' WAS THE ONLY
THING THAT YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF INVOLVED IN THAT COULD GET YOUR ASS
KILLED.
I WILL NEVER FORGET LOSING MY YOUNG HOMIE BACK IN 1987. HE
WAS 14 AT THE TIME. HE HAD GOTTEN SHOT IN THE TEMPLE. I HAD VISITED HIM ON HIS
DEATH BED. HIS BODY LAY THERE LIFELESS, I SAW HIM. WE ENTERED THE ROOM WITH HIS
MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, AND A PREACHER. WHEN I APPROACHED HIM I WAS SPEECHLESS.
HERE HE LAYED WITH ONE OF HIS EYES DISCOLORED (BLACK AND BLUE). ONE OF THE
NURSES HAD TOLD US THAT HIS EYE HAD TO BE REMOVED IN ORDER TO TAKE THE BULLET
OUT OF HIS HEAD. DAMN BLOOD, THIS WAS REALLY MY YOUNG DOG FROM THE 20'S.
YESTERDAY I HAD PICKED HIM UP FROM WORK, YESTERDAY WE SMOKED WEED AND SWORE THAT
WE WOULD BANG BLOOD FOREVER. NOW HERE MY DOG LAYS WITH A BLOODY GAUZE BANDAGE
COVERING THE BULLET WOUND IN THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD, WHILE HE LAY ON BLOODY SHEETS
AS A SHELL OF THE PERSON THAT I HAD REMEMBERED. I WATCHED THE PREACHER
READ HIM HIS LAST RITES. LIKE I MAY HAVE EXPRESSED IN OTHER THINGS THAT I
HAVE WRITTEN THIS MAY SOUND LIKE SOMETHING THAT YOU HEAR IN A RAPP SONG BUT IT
IS NOT, IT'S REAL SHIT STRAIGHT OUT OF MY LIFE.
TO THE YOUNGSTERS THAT THINK OF MY LIFE AS BEING THE SHIT
BECAUSE I GREW UP IN L.A. AS A BLOOD, TRUTHFULLY SINCE I WAS 8 YEARS OLD UP
UNTIL NOW (35 YEARS OLD), I HAVE HAD MORE THAN 50 ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE. I FEARED
FOR MY LIFE SO MUCH THAT I HAD TO CARRY A GUN EVERY WHERE THAT I WENT (EVEN TO
PICK MY KIDS UP FROM SCHOOL). IF YOU DON'T BANG, BUT YOU
ARE THINKING ABOUT BANGIN' YOU MAY NOT HAVE THE STOMACH FOR THIS TYPE OF SHIT.
THE GAME WILL CREEP UP ON YOU AT ANY GIVEN TIME AND TAKE YOU OUT, JUST
BECAUSE YOU WASN'T PLAYIN' RIGHT. I WAS A PALLBEARER AT
MY YOUNG HOMEBOYS FUNERAL. I CARRIED HIS COFFIN AND I ALWAYS WONDERED, WHO
WILL CARRY MINE? WHEN I WAS GROWING UP FUNERALS NEVER BOTHERED ME, BECAUSE I
ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT I WOULD BE THE NEXT TO DIE.
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| Iseman was murdered on June 13, 2003 in Los Angeles |
I JUST LOST MY HOMEBOY ISEMAN. HE WAS SUCH A GOOD PERSON
THAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES THAT SURROUNDED HIS DEATH MAKE ME CONSTANTLY QUESTION
GOD. I HAD YOUNG HOMIES THAT DIED BY A BULLET TO THE BRAIN. I
HAD HOMIES MALICIOUSLY SHOT EXECUTION STYLE NUMEROUS TIMES. INNOCENT
CHILDREN HAVE BEEN MURDERED IN THE STREETS OF MY CITY. HOW CAN GOD BE
ALL-POWERFUL, ALL-KNOWING, AND ALL-GOOD, AND BE ABLE TO ALLOW US TO SUFFER THE
WAY THAT WE DO. THE PAIN THAT I FEEL FROM THE LOSS OF ISEMAN, MAKES ME
WONDER WHY THE EARTH HAS NOT BEEN CLEANSED OF THE EVILS THAT EXIST IN MY WORLD,
IF GOD IS ALL GOOD.
I AM NOT MAD AT GOD IN ANY KIND OF WAY, BECAUSE THAT IS THE
MASTER OF MY FATE. I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN, I AM NOT A MUSLIM, AND I AM NOT A
JEW. JUST BECAUSE I CHOOSE NOT TO NAME MY GOD DOES THAT NOT STILL MAKE ME
ONE OF GOD'S CHILDREN? I SEE MY GOD AS THE GREATER CREATOR, AN INFINITE
BEING BEYOND WHATEVER MAN CAN IMAGINE. MY FATE WILL BE MEASURED BY WHAT IS
ALLOTTED TO ME IN LIFE. MY GOD UNDERSTANDS THAT I HAD TO DO A LITTLE BIT OF
WRONG TO GET MYSELF RIGHT. MY GOD WON'T BE TAKING ME UNTIL MY PURPOSE IS SERVED.
GOD KNOWS THAT I COMMIT SINS EVERYDAY. GOD ALSO KNOWS THAT MY SINS ARE
COMMITTED FOR MY SURVIVAL AND NOT FOR LUST OR GREED. IF I AM JUDGED BY MY GOD
AND I AM ASKED IF I BELIEVED IN GOD, I WILL ANSWER, " I DID
BELIEVE IN GOD, BUT I DID NOT TRUST MAN." I AM NOT RELIGIOUS. AT MY
SERVICE DON'T LET THE LIE BE TOLD THAT I HAD FOUND JESUS IN MY LAST DAYS. KEEP
IT REAL AND LET THE WORLD KNOW THAT I WAS NOT RELIGIOUS BUT I WAS A VERY
SPIRITUAL PERSON. I RESPECTED HUMANITY AND THE EARTH. I RESPECTED LIFE AND
NATURE. I UNDERSTAND THAT MY GOD IS NOT A MERCIFUL ONE. I UNDERSTAND MY FATE TO
BE THE SAME AS THOSE THAT I HAVE SEEN PERISH AS FORGOTTEN MEMORIES OF
GANGBANGIN' WHEN THEIR BLOOD WAS WASHED OFF OF THE SIDEWALK AND THEIR
CANDLES WENT OUT.
I HAVE ACTUALLY HAD CONVERSATIONS WITH MY CHILDREN, WHEN I
HAD TOLD THEM, THAT I WAS A BLOOD BEFORE I WAS A PARENT, I WAS A BLOOD
BEFORE I MET THEIR MOTHER, AND THAT I NEVER PLANNED ON LIVING TO BE 35
YEARS OLD. I EXPECTED TO DIE IN THE STREET, SO THEY HAVE GOT TO BARE
WITH ME ( I AM THE ONLY FATHER THAT THEY HAVE). WHO KNOWS WHAT GANGBANGERS
FEEL BETTER THAN A BLOOD THAT HAS BANGED? I HAVE BANGED
WITH THE EASTSIDE ROLLIN' 20'S OUTLAW BLOODS, THE BLACK-P-STONES, THE BRIMS AND
THE BLOOD STONE VILLAINS. I GOT BLOOD LOVE FOR THE BOUNTY HUNTERS, SWANS,
EASTSIDE PUEBLOS AND THE PIRUS AND MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF THE BLOODS IN INGLEWOOD. TO
COME FROM A FAMILY THIS BIG MEANS TO FEEL THE PAIN WHENEVER A DOGG FALLS.
IF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN THE EXTREME DAMAGE THAT A BULLET
DOES, IF YOU HAD EVER IN YOUR LIFE TRULY SMELLED THE SICKENING SCENT OF BLOOD,
IF YOU HAVE EVER IN YOUR LIFE SEEN THE SEVERITY OF A BULLET ON THE LEVEL OF
DEATH YOU WOULD RECONSIDER EVER WANTING TO OWN A GUN. GANGBANGIN' IS
NOT ALL ABOUT GUN PLAY. MOST OF THE O/G'S HAVE WALKED OUT AND LEFT THE
YOUNGSTERS TO RUN THE HOODS WITH NO DIRECTION AND NO GUIDANCE. THE YOUNGSTERS DO
WHAT THEY THINK THEY SHOULD BE DOING. IT IS KIND OF LIKE, GOING OUT OF TOWN AND
LEAVING THE KIDS AT HOME ALONE.
THERE IS AN ART TO BEING A GANG MEMBER. LET IT BE KNOWN
THAT MADD RONALD DID NOT KILL EVERY CRIP THAT CAME ACROSS HIS PATH. SOMETIMES I
WON, SOMETIMES I LOSS BUT I STAYED DOWN. I GOT MY ASS KICKED
BY 10 CRIPS AT A CARNIVAL ONCE. I GOT RAT-PACKED BY 20 CRIPS AT L.A. HIGH
SCHOOL. BUT THAT WAS THE ART OF GANGBANGIN'. I REPRESENTED MY SETT AND I STAYED
DOWN. THERE WERE TIMES WHEN WE WOULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM ALSO.
IT'S ALL IN THE GAME. EVEN THOUGH THERE WERE A LOT OF BUMPS
AND BRUISES SUFFERED AS CONSEQUENCES, ALMOST EVERYBODY MADE IT HOME THAT NIGHT.
I WOULD ALWAYS GAIN A RIVAL'S UTMOST RESPECT BECAUSE I WOULD SUBDUE THEM
MENTALLY. IF IT TAKES 20 CRIPS TO RUSH ME, I WILL GAIN AN INDIVIDUAL RESPECT
FROM EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM. FROM CHAOS COMES ORDER, TO UNDERSTAND THAT
PSYCHOLOGY YOU HAVE GOT TO UNDERSTAND GANGBANGIN' AT ITS FINEST. I DIDN'T PLAY
ANY SPORTS WHEN I WAS GROWING UP, GANGBANGIN' WAS MY SPORT. I TOOK SCORE BY
TAKIN' NAMES. IF ANYBODY KNOWS L.A.'S HEAD COUNT, YOU ARE AWARE THAT THE BLOODS
ARE OUTNUMBERED BY THE CRIPS 20 TO 1, SO WE ARE THE FEW. I REMEMBER WHEN L.A.
COUNTY JAIL WAS THE WORSE PLACE IN THE WORLD FOR A BLOOD. THERE WERE NO HEAD UP
SQUABBLES, THE NUMBERS SPOKE FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT MAKES A BLOOD IS HOW HE STAYS
DOWN UNDER PRESSURE. IF YOU WERE TO ASK ME, I WOULD NOT CHANGE A MOMENT OF
MY LIFE, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT THE ART OF GANGBANGIN' IS ALL ABOUT. WHEN I HAD
GOTTEN SHOT, I HAD SEEN THE GUN MAN, BUT SNITCHIN' IS NOT PART OF THE ART OF
GANGBANGIN'. WE WOULD COME UP TO YOUR SCHOOL AND KICK YOUR ASS AND
WE WERE THAT SAME CROWD THAT YOU DID NOT INVITE TO YOUR HOUSE PARTY, BECAUSE WE
WOULD BE SURE TO START A FIGHT AND TEAR YOUR MAMAS HOUSE UP. I REMEMBER OUR
FINEST AGAINST THEIR FINEST, RIGHT OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. I REMEMBER
TAKING MY ENEMIES PRIDE ALONG WITH THEIR BLUE SHOES AND THE REST OF THEIR
VALUABLES, BUT THEY GOT AWAY WITH THEIR LIVES AND A HUMILIATING STORY TO TELL
THEIR HOMIES. THAT IS ALL IN THE ART OF GANGBANGIN', WE WOULD
ALWAYS SEND THEM AWAY WITH HORROR STORIES TO TELL THEIR PEOPLE ABOUT THE ROLLIN'
20'S BLOODS. THIS WAS ACTUALLY PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE CONSIDERING THE NUMBERS.
AT 11 YEARS OLD I WAS SEVERELY STOMPED BY THE 30'S UNTIL I
HAD A CONCUSSION, THE CRIPS THAT DID THIS TO ME WERE AT LEAST 8 YEARS OLDER THAN
ME, IT WAS ALL IN THE GAME. I HAD TO PAY TO PLAY. I KNEW THAT THE JOB WAS RISKY
WHEN I HAD TOOK IT. THAT'S WHAT SHAPED, CONDITIONED ME TO BE THE BLOOD
THAT I HAVE BEEN FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS. THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAD
ACTUALLY COME IN CONTACT WITH THE ART OF GANGBANGIN'. I HEAR SHOTS FROM AN
ENEMY'S PISTOL. I AM HAVING A VISION OF BEING DRAGGED FROM BEHIND A VAN AND
BEING KICKED AND PUNCHED WHILE THERE ARE THREATS BEING MADE ABOUT KIDNAPPING AND
KILLING ME.
THE ART OF GANGBANGIN' DOES NOT CONSIST OF A BATTLEFIELD
FULL OF DEAD SOLDIERS, IT ACTUALLY CONSIST OF RESPECT, HONOR, AND HISTORY. IT
ACTUALLY CONSIST OF RELATIONSHIPS THAT ARE DEVELOPED OVER THE COURSE OF TIME.
RESPECT IS SOLID BETWEEN REAL CHARACTERS. SOMETIMES THE WAY THAT WE END UP IN
LIFE DEPENDS ON HOW YOU START OUT. A GREAT DEAL OF MY OLD ENEMIES HAVE BECOME
SOME OF MY DEAREST FRIENDS. AS MEN WE DEVELOP SO MUCH RESPECT FOR ONE ANOTHER
THROUGH CONFLICT THAT WE ALL GET TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER QUITE WELL.
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| The homies from 20s had a car wash in Iseman's memory on June 14 and 15. |
L.A. LIFE IS ONE BIG WESTERN FLICK (SHOOT'EM UP
BANG!!BANG!!) BILLY THE KID WOULD HAVE GOTTEN SMOKED IN THE 20'S. EVERYBODY IS
STRAPPED DOWN TO THE HILT AND DYIN' TO DRAW. THIS IS THE PLACE KNOWN AS THE
WILD!! WILD!! WEST. YOU MIGHT HAVE TO REACH FOR YOUR HEAT IN THE STREET, AT THE
GAS STATION, OR COMING OUT OF THE LIQUOR STORE. IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT
BODIES LAY WHERE THEY ONCE STOOD. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE STREETS BEING PAVED IN
GOLD, BUT I DO KNOW THAT THEY ARE STAINED WITH BLOOD. THE O.K. CORAL AIN'T GOT
NOTHIN' ON THE JUNGLE. THAT'S LIKE TRYING TO COMPARE TOMBSTONE TO WATTS
NICKERSON GARDENS HOUSING PROJECTS. THE OUTLAWS ARE IN THE STREET WITH THEIR
HEAT HOLDIN' UP TRAINS AND STAGECOACHES AS SOON AS THEY CROSS CENTRAL AVENUE.
BULLETS NEVER STOP FLYING SO STEER CLEAR OF THE DRAMA AND STAY OUT OF THE
BULLSHIT. DO AS I DO. I KEEP MY HEAD SO FAR ABOVE THE BULLSHIT, THAT MY FEET
CAN'T TOUCH THE GROUND.
ROSEDALE CEMETERY ON NORMANDIE AVENUE AND WASHINGTON BLVD IS BOOTHILL TO US.
OUR "B"LOVED ARE LAYED TO REST RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HOOD,
WHERE ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG. IF I WAS WRITING THE CLOSING PARAGRAPH TO THE ART
OF WAR, I WOULD SAY "STRATEGY TO WAR, IS WHAT CHOREOGRAPHY IS TO DANCE".
IT IS THE SAME AS POETRY IN MOTION OR ANY OTHER ART WHEN ADMINISTERED PROPERLY.
I GO TO SLEEP AT NIGHT TO THE SOUND OF RUNNING WATER, WHILE I VISUALIZE OSCARS
SWALLOWING GOLDFISH AND FLOWER HORNS AND REDDEVILS FIGHTING TIL THE DEATH.
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