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Home > Magazine > Who is...? WHO IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THE BABIES? By Ronald Chatman aka O/G/B Madd Ronald1, for Streetgangs.com Magazine 09/20/04 I DESCEND FROM THE LAND OF B’s AND C’s SMOGGY AIR AND TALL PALMTREES. WE ARE USE TO EARTHQUAKES AND THE L.A.P.D. HELICOPTER MAKES THE GROUND SHAKE. THE PROPELLERS ARE LIKE A GIANT EGG BEATER, CHOPPIN’ UP THE SMOG IN ORDER TO MAKE THE AIR ABLE TO BE INHALED. OUR FLAG IS NOT RED, WHITE, AND BLUE, BUT OUR COLORS ARE RED, WHITE OR BLUE, SO IF YOU COME FROM WHERE I COME FROM YOU HAD BETTER PICK YOUR SIDE.   IF IT IS RED, YOU ARE A BLOOD LIKE ME. IF IT IS WHITE, YOU ARE NEUTRAL AND YOU AIN’T IN THIS FIGHT. IF IT IS BLUE, YOU ARE CRIP, POLICE OR SURENO.   THERE ARE NO PRACTICE DRILLS SO THAT MEANS YOU ARE EITHER RUNNIN’ OR GUNNIN’ DEPENDING ON WHO GOT THE DROP ON WHO FIRST. SINCE THIS IS NO DRILL OR MANEUVER, TO PREPARE YOUR STRATEGIC WAR SKILLS AND YOUR READINESS TO THINK UNDER PRESSURE, YOU WILL HAVE TO ACT UNDER PRESSURE.   THE HOT LEAD BEING THROWN AT YOU IS LIVE AND YOU COULD END UP LAYED OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET SURROUNDED BY RED FLARES AND YELLOW TAPE FOR NOT ACTING FAST ENOUGH (SO NOW YOU ARE DEAD).   THAT IS CALLED GANGSTERISM IN THE STREETS THAT I COME FROM. GANGSTERS IN L.A .ARE KNOWN TO HANDLE THEIR BUSINESS LIKE HITMEN WITH CONTRACTS THAT ARE NAMELESS (ANYBODY WILL DO).   IN THE LAND OF B’s AND C’s YOU HAD BETTER KEEP YOUR HANDS OUT OF PLAIN SIGHT OF THE MILITARY COMBATANT. EVERYTHING FROM THE PEACE SIGN TO THE O.K. SIGN REPS SOMEBODIES SETT IN L.A. (SO WATCH YOUR SIGN LANGUAGE).   IN THE WORLD THAT I LIVE IN I AM NOT YOUR ‘CUZ” SO WATCH YOUR MOUTH, WHEN YOU ARE ROLLIN’ THROUGH THE 20’s, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF YOUR MOTHER AND MY FATHER ARE SISTER AND BROTHER.   YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE BEING CALLED BLOOD, ALTHOUGH WE ARE BROTHERS OF THE SAME BLOOD THROUGH OUR MATERNAL PARENTS.   LIFE AIN’T NOTHIN’ BUT A BIG ASS CHESS GAME IN RED AND BLUE. YOU CAN’T GET CAUGHT SLEEPIN’ ON THE JOB BECAUSE, IF YOU SLEEPIN’ YOU SLIPPIN’ SO BE ON POINT AT ALL TIMES. AIN’T NO GET BACK ONCE YOU SLIP BECAUSE, YOU LEAVE THE SCENE IN A BODY BAG (CHECKMATE).   I HAVE SEEN MY HOMIES CARRIED OUT IN BODY BAGS WITH TOE TAGS AND THE SUN STILL ROSE THE FOLLOWING DAY.   I AM FROM ROLLIN’ 20’S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS, WHERE WE ARE DYING FOR THE WAY THAT WE LIVE.   IT IS TRUE THAT WE ARE SINNERS AND IT MAY BE JUSTIFIED IN THE EYES OF GOD THAT WE PAY WITH OUR LIVES FOR ALL OF THE SINS THAT WE HAVE COMMITTED AGAINST HUMANITY.   WE GET RED FLAGS IN OUR CASKETS AND RESPECT IS PASSING THE SHOVEL FROM BLOOD TO BLOOD DURING BURIAL.   THERE IS NO GLORY TO GANGBANGIN’ SO AS AN O/G/BLOOD I HAVE GOT TO KEEP IT REAL.   I DON’T TALK FICTION OR WAR STORIES, I SIMPLY STATE THE FACTS.   YOU CAN’T “B” LIKE ME I AM ONE OF A KIND. I AM TO NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’s, WHAT TOUSSANT L’OUVETURE WAS TO ST. DOMINIQUE. YOU CAN’T WALK IN MY SHOES AND YOU CAN’T TRACE MY STEPS.   FOLLOWING MY PATH MEANS, YOU MIGHT GET KNOCKED OUT OF YOUR BOOTS BY THE LIVE GUNFIRE, THAT I HAD RECENTLY SPOKEN OF.   EVERYONE HAS GOT TO FIND THE HIGH ROAD IN LIFE. I MYSELF AM ONE OF THOSE THAT STARTED OUT ON THE LOW ROAD AND AM JUST NOW IN SEARCH OF THE HIGH ROAD. I MAY HAVE BEEN PLACED IN THE POSITION IN LIFE THAT I HAVE BEEN ALLOTTED IN ORDER TO FEED YOUR MINDS WITH NECESSARY KNOWLEDGE TO KEEP YOU FROM MAKING THE SAME PITFALLS AS ME AND GOING THROUGH THE SAME TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS AS ME.   IF IT WAS NOT ME, WHO WOULD YOU TRUST TO DELIVER THIS INFORMATION TO YOU? WHOSE CREDIBILITY WOULD BE SOLID ENOUGH FOR YOU TO EVEN TAKE THEIR WORD BERIOUSLY ON THE ISSUES THAT I SPEAK OF.   I HAVE ATTENDED ROLLIN’ 20’s NHB METTINGS AND HAD TO ADMINISTRATE INFORMATION TO MORE THAN 100 BLOODS AT A TIME, SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK O/G/B MADD RONALD CAN’T GET THRU TO YOU? YOU MAY NOT EVEN BE CUT OUT FOR A LIFESTYLE OF BANGIN’ SO DON’T FAKE THE FUNK ACTIN’ LIKE YOU ARE BECAUSE THIS SHIT COULD GET YOU KILLED.   TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE OPPURTUNITIES AND RESOURCES THAT THE WORLD HAS TO OFFER. TAKE HEED TO THE WORDS OF O/G/B MADD RONALD AND SAVE YOUR SELF.   I ATTENDED THE FUNERAL OF EVIL1 IN DECEMBER OF 2003 AND IT BROKE MY HEART THAT WAS MY HOMEBOY. I WAS THERE WHEN EVILS MOTHER STEPPED UP TO THE PULPIT AND MADE HER PLEA FOR US TO STOP THE KILLING.   SHE SAID, “WHO IS GONNA TAKE CARE OF THESE BABIES,” AS SHE SHED TEARS FOR HER NOW DECEASED SON.   THIS AIN’T NO COLORS OR BOYZ N’ THE HOOD TYPE SHIT, THIS IS THE REAL LIFE THAT I SPEAK OF IN ALL OF MY WRITING AND IT IS UNFOLDING RIGHT BEFORE YOU’RE YOUR EYES, ONLY GOD DETERMINES WHO LIVES OR DIES.   I DROP THE KNOWLEDGE LIKE A TRUE O/G BECAUSE THAT GIFT HAS BEEN GIVEN TO ME TO SHARE WITH THE WORLD. IT IS UP TO YOU TO DETERMINE WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO WITH THE KNOWLEDGE ONCE YOU HAVE IT.   I LIVE MY LIFE LIKE A SOLDIER NOT A GANGSTER AND I AM STILL SOLDIERIN’ FOR MY PEOPLE. THIS IS BLOOD TIL THE DAY THAT I DIE. THAT DON’T MEAN I HAVE TO DIE A VIOLENT GANG RELATED DEATH AND NEITHER DO YOU. BE WISE IN YOUR CHOICES AND ALWAYS USE YOUR BETTER JUDGEMENT. JUST BECAUSE YOU BANG DON’T THAT YOU ARE HOPELESS.   WHEN YOU BLOOD AS LONG AS I HAVE AND YOU GET TO BE AS OLD AS ME AND WHEN YOU HAVE WITNESSED AS MUCH TRAGEDY AS I HAVE SEEN THERE IS A SUDDEN REALIZATION OF BEING FORTUNATE TO BE ALIVE. THE REALIZATION BECOMES SO TOUGH THAT ALL OF THE GANG RELATED DEATHS OF THE PAST HAVE BECOME SENSELESS. WHEN I START COUNTING BODIES I SEE THE FACES OF THE PAST. NOT JUST THE VICTIMS BUT, THERE FAMILIES ALSO. I SEE THE CHILDREN OF THOSE THAT HAVE PAST ON A DAILY BASIS AS I ALSO SEE THEIR PARENTS LIVING THROUGH THEM. THE FACES OF THE PAST WILL HAUNT ME FOREVER LIKE GHOST.   SOMETIMES I FEEL AS IF I AM STANDING OVER A RIVER FULL OF SHIT. THEN SUDDENLY I DON’T KNOW IF THE DAM BROKE AND THE RIVER BEGAN TO RISE OR IF I HAVE FALLEN IN, BUT I DO KNOW THAT I AM DROWNING IN THIS SHIT NOW AND THE WATER IS STILL RISING.   I DON’T KNOW IF I SHOULD SINK OR SWIM, EITHER WAY IT GOES, I AM STILL IN DEEP SHIT.   THE STATE OF NATURE DICTATES, “I HAVE A RIGHT TO WHATEVER I WANT WHENEVER I WANT IT,” THAT INCLUDES YOUR POSSESSIONS AND YOUR PERSON TO.   WITHOUT WRITTEN OR VERBAL CONTRACT THE STATE OF NATURE ALSO DICTATES, “WHEN THE CIVIL JUSTICE SYSTEM OF LAWS AND RESPECT BREAK DOWN, YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO FIGHT AND PROTECT YOURSELF AND YOUR POSSESSIONS BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY (UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE ENSLAVED).   IN THE GHETTOS OF L.A. THE CIVIL SYSTEM BROKE DOWN A LONG TIME AGO AND ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE STATE OF NATURE. EVERYTHING THAT IS RESPECTED DOES NOT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE. LAWS ARE BASICALLY MADE BY WHOMEVER HAS CONQUERED AND DOMINATED THE WEAKER FORCE IN WAR. THOSE THAT ARE VICTORIOUS ARE THOSE THAT PUT DOWN THE LAW WHETHER RIGHT OR WRONG.   LIKE I SAID BEFORE, “EVERYTHING THAT MAN RESPECTS IN WAR DOES NOT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE.” IN WAR THE ASS-KICKIN’ AND DOMINATION DOESN’T MAKE SENSE BUT THAT IS WHAT IS RESPECTED BY ALL PARTIES INVOLVED.   ALL MEN HAVE RESPECT WHEN IT COMES TO GETTING THEIR ASSES KICKED.   BARS, GATES, CHAIINS, LOCKS, AND SECURITY ARE ONLY MEANT TO KEEP THE LAW ABIDING HONEST. A TRUE THIEF WILL GET A BLOW TORCH, BOLT CUTTERS, OR DYNAMITE IF NECESSARY IN ORDER TO GET WHAT HE WANTS.   WE AS HUMANS ARE NOT IN CONTROL SO STOP FOOLIN’ YOURSELF. WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE IF YOU HAVE A CAR ALARM AND LO-JACK ON YOUR CAR AND I HAVE INSURANCE? THE DIFFERENCE IS, YOUR CAR HAS TO BE TRACKED DOWN BEFORE IT IS STRIPPED AND BURNED AND I MYSELF WILL SIMPLY BE COMPENSATED FOR HAVING FULL COVERAGE INSURANCE ON MY CAR SHOULD MY CAR BE STRIPPED AND BURNED. THE DIFFERENCE IS A FEELING OF FALSE SECURITY COMPARED TO DEFINITE COMPENSATION.   HERE IS MY MOST RECENT INSECURITY, I WORRY ABOUT BEING THE NEXT TO DIE IN THE HOOD BUT WHEN I WAS WORKING AT CAMP PENDLETON I WAS BUILDING A DAM IN A 4 FOOT TRENCH AND ALMOST STEPPED ON A BABY RATTLESNAKE.   WHEN I WAS USING THE PICK TO MAKE SLOTS TO BE FILLED WITH BOARDS, OUT CRAWLED A BLACK WIDOW SPIDER. THAT GOES TO SHOW IN THE EYES OF THE GREATER CREATOR MY LIFE STILL BEARS THE SAME VALUE.   ANOTHER SENSE OF FALSE SECURITY IS THE FACT THAT NOW THAT THEY HAVE SUDDAM HUSSEIN IN CUSTODY THAT THE WAR IN IRAQ SHOULD BE WINDING DOWN. THEY FOUND SUDDAM HIDING IN A LITTLE SHIT HOLE THAT WAS DUG INTO THE GROUND THE ONLY REASON HE WAS CAUGHT WAS BECAUSE HE DID NOT HAVE THE SENSE TO PUT AN OUTHOUSE OVER THE HOLE, BUT THEN HE STILL WOULD HAVE HAD TO TAKE AMERICAN SHIT. THEY SAID, SADDAM WAS VERY TALKATIVE UPON CAPTURE, THE ONLY THING I COULD IMAGINE HIM SAYING AT THAT TIME IS “ ARE THERE ANYMORE SACK LUNCHES AND RAZORS?”   I KNOW THAT MY WRITINGS MAY SEEM LENGTHY BUT YOU MUST UNDERSTAND THIS IS MY GREATEST POINT OF EXPRESSION AND ALSO THE VEHICLE THAT CARRIES MY THOUGHTS, FEELINGS AND IDEAS OUT TO THE WORLD.   THROUGH MY WRITING I AM IN YOUR LIVINGROOM, BEDROOM, OR OFFICE EVERYTIME YOU FIRE UP YOUR COMPUTER. SOMETIMES I MAY SEEM TO COME ACROSS HEAVY. SOMETIMES I MAY COME ACROSS LIKE A WELL EDUCATED GHETTO INTELLECTUAL, BUT THE POINT IS, IT IS REAL ON THE BATTLEFIELD.   SOMETIMES YOU CAN EVEN VIEW ME AS YOUR PERSONAL GHETTO REPORTER, BUT NEVER STOP SEARCHING FOR THE LESSONS AND TEACHINGS THAT EXIST WHEN YOU READ BETWEEN THE LINES.   I AM LIKE A DIAMOND THERE ARE MANY DIFFERENT FACETS TO MY LIFE. I WENT TO WORK TODAY LANDSCAPING, ECOLOGICAL RESTORATION, AND EROSION CONTROL WAS THE JOB.   THERE I WAS ON THE SIDE OF ONE OF THE STEEPEST HILLS ON CAMP PENDLETONS MARINE BASE. I FIND MYSELF STANDING ASIDE SUCH NARROW ANGLES ON LOOSE DIRT WHILE ROCKS AND BOULDERS ARE CONSTANTLY BEING KNOCKED LOOSE FROM ABOVE BY MY CO-WORKERS WHO CLIMBED BACK AND FORTH TO THE TOP IN ORDER TO GATHER TOOLS AND EQUIPMENT, I COULD NOT HELP MISSING THE ROLLIN’ 20’s.   I STOOD ON THAT HILLSIDE ALL DAY IN THE HOT SUN USING A SHOVEL PICK AND A DIGGING BAR. BUILDING DAMS, DIGGING TRENCHES AND DIGGING CHANNELS FOR RAINWATER TO RUN OFF THE SIDE OF THE HILLS. I OFTEN FEEL LIKE A SLAVE WHEN I AM OUT THERE WORKING MYSELF TO DEATH. I HAVE SWORN TO MYSELF NOT TO WORK FOREVER. I HAVE ALSO SWORN I WOULD NEVER RETURN TO MY LIFE IN THE STREETS OF HANGIN’ AND BANGIN’ AND BEING A SLAVE TO THE GAME.   I KNOW MY FUTURE IS MEANT TO BE SOMETHING GREATER THAN ANYTHING THAT I HAVE EXPERIENCED IN THE PAST.   MY FATHER WAS A PIMP FOR MANY YEARS AND HE HAD GROOMED ME FOR THAT PORTION OF THE GAME HAD I CHOSEN IT.   WHEN I HAD COME BACK TO CALIFORNIA AND TOUCHED DOWN IN MY CURRENT LOCATION, I HAD THOUGHTS OF DRAFTIN’ ME A STRAGGLER AND PUTTIN’ HER TO WORK. IT WOULD NOT TAKE MUCH MORE THAN LISTENING, UNDERSTANDING, COMMUNICATING AND SELLING HER A DREAM.   THOSE WERE HONESTLY MY THOUGHTS, THEN I HAD COME TO THE REALIZATION OF MY FUTURE BEING GREATER THAN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF SOME FEMALES BETTER JUDGEMENT AND MAKING HER A SLAVE TO THE GAME.   IT WON’T BE LONG BEFORE SOMEONE PUTS A CAMERA IN MY FACE IN ORDER FOR ME TO PERSONALIZE MY MESSAGE, AT THE TIME I WILL BE PIMPIN’ THE GAME AND MAKING THE GAME WORK FOR ME.   THE WORLD WON’T BE ABLE TO DO NOTHING BUT LOVE ME, ONCE I HAVE ENTERED EVERYONES HOME VIA V.H.S., D.V.D., OR T.V. BROADCAST. IT DOES NOT EVEN BOTHER ME THAT I WORK A SHITTY JOB AND GET PAID LOW WAGES FOR MY HARD WORK AND SWEAT.   I WILL NEVER FORGET MY FATHERS WORDS TO ME WHEN HE WAS ON HIS DEATH BED, “IT WILL BE GREATER LATER.”   “WHO IS GONNA TAKE CARE OF THESE BABIES?” SHE REPEATED AS SHE CRIED FOR THE LOSS OF HER SON. IT IS A COLD LIFE AND WE DON’T KNOW WHOSE FATE IT WILL BE TO DIE NEXT.   SOMETIMES WE AS MEN SHOULD PONDER THAT QUESTION, “WHO IS GONNA TAKE CARE OF THE BABIES?”   WHAT WORLD DO YOU LIVE IN? I LIVE IN THE SAME WORLD AS YOU I JUST OCCUPY A DIFFERRENT PLACE IN TIME WITHIN MY OWN DIMENSION.   AS OUR WORLDS COLLIDE MY VISIONS ARE OF THE STREETS OF THE ROLLIN’ 20’s YOUNGBLOODS HANGIN’ AND BANGIN’ ON STREET CORNERS AND IN THE PARKS BECAUSE THAT IS ALL THAT THEY KNOW.   WE IDENTIFY ONE ANOTHER BY OUR TATTOOS AND THE WAY WE TALK. OUR SIGNIFICATION COMES EXPRESSING THE IMPORTANCE OF OUR SETTS WITH HANDSIGNS.   THE FLAG THAT BLOWS IN THE WIND OVER MY HOOD IS RED.   I BANG THE “B” AS I THROW IT UP HIGH IN THE AIR FOR ALL OF MY BLOODS.   I SHALL CLOSE WITH THE MOST POWERFUL QUESTION THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD, “WHO IS GONNA TAKE CARE OF THESE BABIES?”     TO THE READERS: PLEASE EXCUSE ME FOR MY SUDDEN LAPSE IN WRITING. THIS MONTH MY WRITING WILL BE A DOUBLE FEATURE, I OWE THAT TO MY READERS. KEEP READING AND STAY SAFE.   I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON MY OWN DOCUMENTARY, “ADAMS LIFE-THE WAR ON US FROM WITHIN US” SO BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR THAT SOON. 20 MINUTES O/G/B MADD RONALD1 NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’s BLOODS I WILL BE ON THE EASTCOAST IN A FEW WEEKS, SO STAY POSTED.       A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD ARE DOING THEIR BEST TO MAKE IT TO HEAVEN AFTER DEATH. IN THE WORLD THAT I LIVE IN WE ARE NOT WORRIED ABOUT GOING TO HEAVEN AFTER DEATH.   HEAVEN TO US IS DYING A PEACEFUL DEATH, NOT BEING BLOWN TO BITS, WITH AS FEW HOLES IN YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT AS POSSIBLE OR SIMPLY NOT HAVE BODY PARTS THAT HAVE BEEN CUT OFF OR DECAPITATED News Topics | Home | Research | History | Blood Gangs | Crip Gangs | People| Life in a Gang | Gallery | Iraqi Cards | Memorial | Migration | Graffiti | Resume| Injunctions Homicides | Maps | California Prisons | Contact

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