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LIFE IS PREDESTINED. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS FREE WILL. TO PROVE THAT
POINT, YOU COULD SHUT DOWN YOUR LIFE AT THIS VERY MOMENT AND SAY, "I AIN'T
MOVIN' FROM THIS SPOT THAT I AM IN, AND I WILL NEVER DO ANYTHING ELSE IN
LIFE." THE FACT OF THAT MATTER IS THAT NEXT WEEK AT THIS SAME TIME, YOU
WILL HAVE BE SOMEWHERE ELSE DOING SOMETHING ELSE (EVEN IF YOU ARE IN
JAIL). LIFE GOES ON, THERE IS NO ONE PERSON THAT IS IN TOTAL CONTROL OF
THEIR LIVES, THAT IS WHY WE CAN'T CONTROL WHO DIES OR WHEN THEY DIE." YOU
CAN'T STOP WHAT IS MEANT TO "B". WE ARE MERELY FULFILLING THE ROLES THAT
WE HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED, IN THE ORDER OF LIFE. LIFE ITSELF IS BASED ON
DESTINY AND FATE AND NO HUMAN BEING HAS ANY CONTROL OVER THAT.
A TRUE FACT IS THAT WE DON'T EVEN HAVE CONTROL OVER OUR HAPPINESS OR OUR
SADINESS. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT TRUE HAPPINESS IS. SOME THINK THAT HAPPINESS
IS ACHIEVED THROUGH MONEY, RICHES AND MATERIALISM. OTHERS BELIEVE THAT
HAPPINESS IS ACHIEVED THROUGH LIVING LIVES THAT ARE HARMONIOUS WITH NATURE
AND LOVING THEIR FELLOW MAN. SOME BELIEVE THAT HAPPINESS WILL BE ACHIEVED
WHEN THEY MEET THEIR GOD IN HEAVEN OR ON EARTH.
THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS THAT WE ARE ALL FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD AND
CONFUSED. IT IS NOT OUR FAULTS THAT WE ARE CONFUSED, BUT CONFUSION IS A
PART OF THE EVERYDAY KAOS OF LIFE. NITZCHE SAID" FROM KOAS COMES ORDER."
SO WE MUST GO THROUGH CONFUSION IN ORDER TO FIGURE OUT THE ORDER OF OUR
LIVES.
EVERYBODY HUMAN
BEING HAS HAD TO FIND THEMSELVES AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER, SO THAT MEANS
THAT WE ALL HAVE BEEN LOST AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER IN LIFE. WE HAVE ALL GOT
TO TAKE THE TIME TO TRULY GET TO KNOW OURSELVES AND FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS
THAT MAKES US HAPPY. "BEFORE WE CAN REPAIR THE CIRCUMSTANCES, OF OUR OWN
ENVIROMENTS, WE MUST FIRST REPAIR THE CIRCUMSTANCES THAT CONCERN AND
AFFECT US PERSONALLY AS PEOPLE." I HEARD A BROTHER FROM THE NATION OF
ISLAM ONCE SAY, " WE MUST LEARN TO CONTROL THE BEAST THAT IS WITHIN US,
THEN WE CAN CONTROL OUR ENVIROMENTS."
THE WORLD IS AN EVER EVOLVING, FOREVER
CHANGING SERIES OF EVENTS. MOST OF THE EVENTS THAT TAKE PLACE AROUND YOU
WILL PROBABLY HAPPEN SPONTANEOUSLY. YOU WILL NOT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT
BROUGHT MOST OF THESE CHANGES ABOUT, BUT THEN THERE IS THE REPERCUSSION OF
LIFE, REACTIONS FOR ALL ACTIONS (CAUSE AND EFFECT).
I RAN THROUGH THE BACKYARD, AS I PLAYED PLAYED IN THE MUD. MY FATHER
WOULD CALL ME INTO THE HOUSE AND PUT A BIG ASS ROLL OF MONEY IN MY POCKET
THEN HE WOULD SEND ME BACK OUT TO PLAY.
BACK THEN I DID NOT KNOW THAT EVERYTIME THAT THESE PARTICULAR L.A.P.D.
OFFICERS WOULD SHOW UP FOR THEIR SHAKEDOWN MONEY. I WOULD
SEE 2 WHITE POLICEMEN IN THE BACK ROOM OF OUR HOUSE, TALKING TO MY FATHER.
HE WOULD LOOK TO BE IN A SENSE OF DENIAL. I CONSTANTLY SAW MY FATHER
SHAKING HIS HEAD IN DENIAL, "YOU CAN'T SHAKE FRUIT FROM AN EMPTY TREE."
SO HE WOULD DENY ANY KNOWLEDGE OF HAVING ANY MONEY OTHER THAN
WHAT HE WOULD CONFESS TO HAVING.
HE WAS KNOWN TO THEM AS NEW YORK, HE WAS ONE OF GUYS THAT HUSTLED ON
HARRY'S CORNER ( ON 24TH STREET AND CENTRAL AVENUE). HE HAD COME TO
L.A. FROM THE EASTCOAST IN THE 1960'S. HIS LIFE
WAS JUST AS HARD AS ANY OTHER BLACK MAN THAT HAD BEEN BORN DURING WORLD
WAR 2. HE WAS SUCH AN ELUSIVE CHARACTER THAT I DID NOT KNOW HIS ACTUAL
BIRTHDAY, I JUST KNEW IT TO BE OCTOBER 30TH, BUT EVERYBODY THAT WAS
AROUND BEFORE ME TOLD ME THAT HE WAS BORN ON HALLOWEEN.
HE KNEW THE VALUE OF A DOLLAR. IN THOSE DAYS IT WAS HARD LIVING, LET
ALONE BEING BLACK. MY FATHER USE TO TELL ME STORIES
ABOUT HOW HARD IT WAS, WHEN HE WAS GROWING UP.
HE WAS BORN IN THE SOUTH AND LATER IN HIS LIFE MY GRANDPARENTS HAD
MIGRATED TO THE STATE OF NEW YORK, WHERE HE HAD LIVED HIS FIRST LIFE. NOT
LONG AFTER I WAS BORN HE HIMSELF MIGRATED TO LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
L.A.
SHALL "B" THE PLACE THAT WE CALL HOME.
I WAS THE FIRST CHILD IN MY FAMILY TO SET FOOT IN THE WESTERN UNITED
STATES. GREW UP IN L.A. DURING THE 1970'S AND 80'S, THE SCENE WAS
ALTOGETHER DIFFERENT IN THISE DAYS. WE WERE KIDS IN A PLACE AND TIME THAT
WE DID NOT REALIZE WOULD BE SO IMPORTANT TO THE POLITICS OF WEST
ADAMS,L.A. WE ACTUALLY HOMESTEADED OUR HOOD.
I REMEMBER WHEN THE CRIPS WOULD ATTEMPT TO REEK HAVOC IN OUR HOOD WE WERE
THERE TO DEFEND IT. THERE ARE A LOT OF THE CIVILIANS THAT REGARDED US AS
HEROES. I AM PRETTY SURE THAT MY HOOD AIN'T THE ONLY ONE, THERE WERE OTHER
BLOODS THAT HAD THAT EXPERIENCE. WE GOT OUT IN THE STREETS AND FOUGHT
FOR OUR HOOD. DUES WERE PAYED, CONSEQUENCES WERE SUFFERED, AND STRIPES
WERE EARNED.
I DON'T THINK
ANY OF YOU SHIT TALKING INTERNET CIVILIANS, THAT ALWAYS E-MAIL ME TALKIN'
ABOUT, "TAKIN' THE HOOD BACK." ARE DEDICATED TO YOUR WORDS ENOUGH TO DO
ALL OF THAT.
Y'ALL DON'T EVEN KNOW THE FIRST STEP. IF YOU WANT TO GET YOUR HOODS BACK,
TAKE IT TO THE STREETS. TALK TO SOME OF THE GANG MEMBERS IN YOUR AREA FIND
OUT WHAT SOME OF THEIR SOCIAL AILMENTS ARE, YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO BE OF
ASSISTANCE. I AM NOT THE ONLY LOGICAL GANG MEMBER IN THE WORLD. WHO
KNOWS YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO PROVIDE SOME YOUNG MAN WITH A JOB.
"IF YOU WANT TO GET THE STREETS BACK, THEN HELP TO GET THE GANG
MEMBERS OUT OF THE STREETS." I DON'T MEAN BY PUTTING EVERYONE IN JAIL
EITHER. YOU GOT SOCIAL AILMENTS THAT INFLICT MOST ALL OF US,
ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT IS EMPLOYMENT. IF YOU HAVE THE MEANS OR THE
RESOURCES AND YOU ARE SERIOUS ABOUT YOUR COMMUNITY, HELP THOSE YOUNG MEN
FEED THEIR FAMILIES THE RIGHT WAY. GIVE THEM JOBS!! OR TURN THEM ON TO
WHERE THEY CAN GET JOBS!! INSTEAD OF ALWAYS TALKING THAT VIGILANTE SHIT ON
MY E-MAIL.
WE SET THE RULES AND REGULATIONS THAT SURROUND THE 20'S. EVERYBODY
IN L.A. HAS GOT TO LIVE BY THE RULES OF THE L.A. GANGS. ANYONE IN DISPUTE
OF WHAT I SAY, " I BET YOU AIN'T GOING TO ANY PLACES LIKE THE WATTS
NICKERSON GARDENS OR THE JUNGLE DRESSED IN TO MUCH BLUE. THAT IS BECAUSE
EVERYONE MUST OBEY OUR COLOR CODES. WE WOULD PATROL OUR HOOD ON FOOT BACK
IN THE 80'S. WE WOULD MEET UP ON VERMONT AND
ADAMS, DURING THE MORNING HOURS. WE WENT THROUGH THE MORNING RITUALS WE
SMOKED WEED AND DRANK SILVER SATIN AND RED BOOL-AID.
WE WOULD GET BORED BICKIN' IT IN THE HOOD LIKE ALWAYS AND START OUR DAILY
STROLL, THROUGH WHAT IS NOW WEST ADAMS, ARLINGTON HEIGHTS, AND MID CITY.
MORE THAN LIKELY WE WOULD END UP AT L.A. HIGH SCHOOL ON A SEARCH AND
DESTROY MISSION. WE MIGHT "B" ANYWHERE FROM 25 TO 35 STRONG. I THINK MY
DOGS WERE GUMBOE AND LOKO BACK THEN. MY BLOODS ARE LOYAL. I REMEMBER WHEN
I WAS IN JUVENILE HALL FOR A GANG RELATED ROBERRY. IT WAS NOT LOOKING GOOD
AND THEY WERE TALKING 3 YEARS IN Y.A. LOKO HAD SHOWED UP AT MY TRIAL AS A
SURPRISE WITNESS ON MY "B"HALF. HE HAD TOLD MY P.D. THAT HE SAW ME WAITING
FOR THE BUS AND I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ROBERRY. THAT IS A REAL
MOTHERFUCKER. I ALWAYS LOVED AND RESPECTED HIM FOR THAT GESTURE OF
FRIENDSHIP SO EARLY IN MY LIFE.
WHEN WE PATROLLED THE HOOD, WE MOBBED THE SIDEWALK, FLAMED
IN RED. THE 20'S IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST GANG AREAS IN LOS ANGELES, SO YOU
KNOW THAT WE HAVE PLENTY OF ROOM TO MOVE.IT IS A TRIP BEING IN L.A. THERE
ARE NOT A LOT OF BLOODS HERE, BUT THERE ARE A LOT OF 20'S.
AT THE PRESENT MOMENT I DRIFT ON MEMORIES OF THE PAST CONSTANTLY, THERE
ARE FACES IN TIME THAT HAVE NOW FADED. MY OLD SCHOOL PARTNERS THAT USE TO
HOLD THE GAME DOWN LONG BEFORE I WAS BORN ARE NOW PASSING IN TIME MORE AND
MORE FROM DAY TO DAY. I DON'T JUST SPEAK OF THE GANG MEMBERS, I HAVE ALSO
GOT TO PAY MY RESPECTS TO THE OLD SCHOOL PLAYERS THAT SEASONED ME WITH THE
GAME OF THE STREETS.
I'LL NEVER FORGET
CHICO. HE WAS A THROWBACK FROM THE OLDSCHOOL PIMP ERA. CHICO DROVE AN
OLDSCHOOL LINCOLN CONTINENTAL WITH THE BIG LIGHTS A BUMPER KIT AND ALL
THAT SHIT. I USE TO ALWAYS TRIP OFF OF HIM, BECAUSE HE ALWAYS ROLLED WITH
ABOUT 3 OR 4 HOES IN THE CAR. HE WAS STRAIGHT OUT OF AN OLD MOVIE. HE DIED
IN THE 90'S. HE WOULD ALWAYS CLAIM ME TO BE HIS NEPHEW, HE WAS REAL TIGHT
WITH MY FATHER, BUT HE WAS NOT RELATED TO US, ACTUALLY NOBODY WAS.
CHICO WOULD SEE ME ON THE EASTSIDE AND SIT ME DOWN AND ALWAYS WANT TO
SCHOOL ME. HE KNEW THAT MY FATHER HAD ALREADY SEASONED ME WITH THE GAME
AND RECOGNIZED MY CAPABILITIES. I WOULD JUST LISTEN AND I AM GLAD THAT I
DID LISTEN. CHICO KNEW MY DEVOTION TO "B"ING A BLOOD. HE HAD TOLD ME ON
MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION ABOUT BEING AN OUTLAW FROM THE EASTSIDE 20'S WAY
BACK IN THE DAYS, WHICH WAS CRAZY ASS FUCK TO ME BECAUSE CHICO WAS ABOUT
AS OLD AS MY FATHER. JERRY'S POOLHALL WAS THE SOCIAL CLUB OF WEST ADAMS.
PLAYERS BROUGHT PLENTY OF MONEY. WHEN I WAS GROWIN' UP A TRUE PLAYER
BROUGHT ENOUGH MONEY TO THE GAME TO LOSE, IF THEY WON IT WAS THEIR DAY, IF
THEY LOSS THEY THEY JUST FED THE NEXT MANS FAMILY. FOR THOSE THAT DON'T
KNOW I WAS NOT ONLY RAISED AMONG L.A.'S GANG SCENE, I WAS ALSO CULTURED BY
SOME OF L.A.'S MOST ELITE HUSTLERS.
I USE TO SKATE AT ARLINGTON SKATING RING THERE WOULD BE BLOODS THERE
EVERY WEEKEND, FRIDAY AND SATURDAY ALSO ON OLDIE NIGHT WHATEVER NIGHT OF
THE WEEK THAT WAS. ROLLIN' 20'S NEIGHBORHOOD NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS AND THE
BLACK-P-STONE NATION WOULD ALWAYS BE THE DEEPEST BECAUSE OF THE
GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION. AFTER THE SKATING RING WE
WOULD ALL MOB TO THE HOUSE PARTY WHEREEVER IT WAS AT.WHEN WE WALKED
STRAIGHT FROM THE SKATING RING TO THE PARTY WE MIGHT BE 50 DEEP WITH 20'S
AND BLACKSTONES TOGETHER. CONSIDERING THAT I AM TALKING ABOUT 1978, WE
WERE DEEP AND WE AS BLOODS ARE STILL TIGHT TO THIS VERY DAY. I WAS THAT
BLOOD AT MT. VERNON JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL THAT ALWAYS LEFT EVERYBODY TALKING.
I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE I AM JUST THE ONE THAT WROTE ABOUT IT. I WAS TAUGHT
ABOUT THE HUSTLE AND THE STRUGGLE AND THE GAME FROM THE HUSTLERS AND
PLAYERS THAT USE TO INHABIT LOS ANGELES JUST THE SAME AS I WAS TAUGHT
LOVE, UNITY AND BROTHERHOOD FROM THE CHOSEN FEW MOTORCYCLE MOTORCYCLE CLUB
OF LO ANGELES.FROM THAT COMBINATION I ENDED UP BEING A "BLOOD." THE THE
O/G'S REMEMBER THE FUNK FESTIVALS AT THE COLISEUM BACK IN THE 70'S AND THE
RADIO STATION CONCERTS AT MAC AUTHUR PARK IN L.A. I HAVE MY MEMORIES THAT
IS ALL THAT I HAVE. I WAS THERE!!
THE MUSIC TO SET THE SCENE WILL BE "ONE NATION UNDER THE GROOVE
BY PARLIMENT FUNKADELIC.
THE SCENE IS ADAMS BOULEVARD AND BRIGHTON AVENUE. MAMAS CHICKEN SITS ON
THE WEST CORNER AND THE ORIGINAL GOLDEN BIRD SITS ON THE EAST CORNER.
WE NOW REMEMBER THE ORIGINAL FATBURGER THAT IS NO LONGER THERE AT 31ST AND
WESTERN. THIS IS JUST A MOMENT OF THE OLD LOS ANGELES, SOMETHING TO
REMEMBER. I GOT TO KEEP IT O/G/B.
KHAKIS, PENDALTONS AND HOUSESHOES IS THE WAY THAT I BANGED. THAT IS WHEN
BANGIN' WAS BANGIN AND BLOODS WAS BLOODS.
I HUNG WITH THE 6-DUCE BRIMS WHEN POPEYE WAS THROWIN' UP BRIM, WHILE HE
KICKED BLUTOS ASS IN SPRAYPAINT ON THE WALLS OF HARVARD PARK. MY
RECREATION WAS GOING TO THE BALDWIN MOVIE THEATER ON MATINEE NIGHT TO HANG
WITH THE JUNGLE STONES (B.P.S.) OR GOING TO THE 5TH AVENUE MOVIE THEATER
IN INGLEWOOD ON SATURDAY, TO HANG WITH ALL OF THE DIFFERENT BLOODS FROM
INGLEWOOD. LIFE IS BASED ON
ENERGY. THE ENERGY THAT YO U ACCEPT OR DEFLECT SETS YOUR MOOD.
THINGS LIKE LOVE ARE NOTHING BUT ENERGY, 2 PEOPLE FEED ON ONE ANOTHERS
POSITIVE ENERGIES AND THAT IS WHAT MAKES THEIR RELATIONSHIP GROW.
SEX IS SIMPLY BASED ON 2 PEOPLE COMING TOGETHER AND SHARING ONE ANOTHERS
PHYSICAL ENERGIES FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE IN AS MANY WAYS AS POSSIBLE.
ENERGY IS VERY IMPORTANT IN LIFE. SOME PEOPLE WILL DRAIN YOU FOR ALL OF
YOUR POSITIVE ENERGY. THE ONLY WAY TO DEFLECT NEGATIVE ENERGY IS BY SIMPLY
NOT ACCEPTING IT. THESE DAYS I STILL HAVE TO CHECK MYSELF, SOMETIMES WHEN
I CATCH THE NEGATIVE ENERGY OF OTHER GANG MEMBERS IN PUBLIC.
ON MARCH 8, 2003 I HAD ORGANIZED THE 2ND
ANNUAL DAY OF PEACE ALONG WITH A PRE-RALLY AND A MARCH FOR PEACE IN THE
WEST ADAMS AREA. THE 20'S HAD PUT DOWN THEIR GUNS FOR THE DAY IN ORDER TO
HOST THE COMMUNITY IN THE DAY OF PEACE.
SINCE THEN, PEOPLE HAVE APPROACHED ME IN THE STREETS AND ASKED HOW DID I
ACCOMPLISH THAT WITH THE GANG MEMBERS? I
EXPLAINED, THAT IT IS ALL BASED ON ENERGY. HARNESS IT FOCUS IT AND PROJECT
IT IN ANY DIRECTION THAT I WISH.
"POSITIVE ENERGIES BRING POSITIVE THINGS."
THE SOUND THE NOW PENETRATES THE AIRSPACE THAT WAS QUEIT AND HISSING A
MOMENT AGO, IS "VOYAGE TO ATLANTIS" BY THE ISLEY BROTHERS. THE RED SUN
NOW IS NOW SETTING IN THE WEST, NIGHT TIME FALLS FROM THE HILLSIDE OF
WESTERN AND ADAMS. HOMELESS PEOPLE PUSH THEIR SHOPPING CARTS UP THE HILL
INTO THE SUNSETIN SEARCH OF ALUMINUM, GLASS OR PLASTIC TO BE RECYCLED THE
NEXT MORNING. THE ROLLIN' 20'S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS ARE MOUNTING UP AND PREPARING FOR THE NEXT HOOD
ASSAULT TO TAKE PLACE.
BANDS OF YOUNG GANGSTERS PATROL THE STREET DRESSED IN THEIR UNIFORMED HOOD
COLOR "FLAME RED." THE GREATEST PLEASURE OF MY WRITING IS WHEN , I AM
ACKNOWLEDGED BY THE GANG MEMBERS IN THE STREETS (BLOODS, CRIPS, AND
HISPANIC). AN EVEN GREATER HONOR IS WHEN I AM
ACKNOWLEDGED BY THE HOMIES THAT ARE CAUGHT UP IN CALIFORNIAS PRISON
INDUSRIAL COMPLEX. RENO SENDS HIS SUPPORT, ONE-PUNCH2
SENDS HIS LOVE, MOUSIE SENDS HIS RESPECT.
HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY COMMITTMENT TO THEM?
HOW COULD I EVER STOP WRITING WHEN THEY ARE ALWAYS LOOKING SO FORWARD TO
IT?
MY SPIRIT IS WANDERING, MY SOUL IS LOST, AND MY HEART IS BROKEN.
FOR AN ENTIRE LIFETIME I THOUGHT THAT WESTSIDE 20'S WAS THE WORLD. I
GANGBANGED FROM AGE 8 TO 30 ACTIVELY.
I ONCE SAID, THAT, "I WISH THAT I COULD GANG BANG FOREVER."
I DID GANGBANG FOREVER UNTIL MY FATHER HAD A STROKE IN 1997. THAT WAS THE
REALITY OF LIFE KICKING ME IN THE ASS.
THE STRONGEST MAN IN MY WAS NOW FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE. THE MOST HUMBLING
THING IN MY LIFE WAS WHEN I HAD VISITED MY FATHER IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THE
FIRST TIME. HE WAS HOOKED UP TO ALL KINDS OF MONITORS AND MACHINES, HE WAS
ACTUALLY FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE. SUDDENLY THERE WAS NOTHING MORE IMPORTANT
TO ME THAN HIM. I HAD SUDDENLY BECOME HUMAN. AT THAT
MOMENT EVERY BIT OF ARROGANCE AND EGOTISM HAD ESCAPED ME, ALL I COULD DO
IS CRY. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE MADD RONALD1 WAS SIMPLY
RONALD1. I WASN'T GANGSTA AT THAT MOMENT, I WAS HUMAN.
MY 36TH BIRTHDAY WAS AUGUST 2ND, MY FATHER WAS READMITTED INTO THE
HOSPITAL ON AUGUST 1ST.
SINCE THE FIRST DAY OF MY 36TH YEAR, LIFE HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT
A DOWNWARD SPIRAL FOR ME. I SAT WITH MY FATHER FOR A WHILE AFTER HE HAD
DIED ON THE 2ND OF SEPTEMBER, 2003.
MY MIND WAS FLOODED WITH MEMORIES AND I WAS NOW DETACHED FROM MY DAD.
ALL THAT I HAD KNOWN OF LIFE, LIVING THE STREETS, AND THE GAME NOW LAY
BEFORE ME, DEAD.
I RECOLLECT THE DAYS BEFORE, SITTING IN THE HOSPITAL LISTENING TO SAM
COOKE. I HAD BOUGHT HIM THE CASSETTE "MAN AND HIS MUSIC" BY SAM COOKE,
THAT WAS ONE OF HIS ALL TIME FAVORITES.
HE CRIED WHEN HE HEARD," CHANGE IS GONNA COME." IN THE WORDS OF THE
IMMORTAL SAM COOKE, " I WAS BORN BY THE RIVER IN A LITTLE TENT, AND JUST
LIKE THE RIVER I BEEN RUNNING EVER SINCE." WHEN HE HEARD THOSE WORDS FROM
SAM, HE STARTED TO CRY JUST THE SAME AS I DID. I SAID TO
HIM THAT, "OUR MEMORIES ARE ALL THAT WE HAVE." HIS REPLY TO ME WAS," IT
WILL BE GREATER LATER." RIGHT THEN I LOOKED TO HIM AND SAID," YOU CHOSE
THOSE WORDS FROM THE GAME DIDN'T YOU?" HE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID, "YEA." I
HAD TO LAUGH.
POPS WENT OUT ON SAM COOKE HIS LIFE ENDED LIKE THE LAST CHAPTER OF A BEST
SELLING NOVEL, "JUST LIKE THE RIVER HE IS STILL RUNNING." HE IS GONE NOW,
WE CAME TOGETHER WE MUST LEAVE ALONE JUST AS HE DID. L.A. WAS THE DEATH OF
ME, I DIED ONE MORE TIME IN THAT HOSPITAL BED WITH MY FATHER.
I HAVE ATTENDED AT LEAST 10 FUNERALS THIS YEAR, LOST 5 HOMEBOYS
THIS SUMMER, AND JUST LOST MY FATHER LAST MONTH.
I HAVE NEVER KNOWN PEACE, BECAUSE I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AT WAR WITH MYSELF.
SELF HATRED HAS ALWAYS HAD ME CONSUMED, WILLIE LYNCH DID HIS JOB WELL.
I AM CURRENTLY ON HIATUS, DESTINATION UNKNOWN.
I HAVE ESCAPED THE PENAL, SLAVE COLONY THAT WE KNOW AS LOS ANGELES. I HAVE
WALKED OFF OF THE FACE OF THE EARTH, JUST AS I ONCE SAID BEFORE.
THE HOMIES DON'T EVEN REALIZE THAT I HAVE GONE. OUT OF SIGHT IS OUT OF
MIND.
THE QUESTION IS, WILL I EVER RETURN?
EVENTUALLY I WILL END UP DYING IN THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES JUST AS I
HAVE PREDICTED BEFORE.
I AM NOT IMMUNE TO THE GANG VIOLENCE, " I AM WHO I AM, FROM WHERE I AM
FROM," SO I MUST RETURN.
NO MATTER WHAT I SAY I AM STILL A PRODUCT OF THE ROLLIN' 20'S BLOODS AND
AN ELITE MEMBER OF NEIGHBORHOOD!!
BEYOND MY CHILDREN, ALL THAT I LOVE IS NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN' 20'S BLOODS.
I RESET MY MP3 TO PLAY "VOYAGE TO ATLANTIS" ONE MORE TIME AS I TAKE IN MY
LAST SIGHT OF LOS ANGELES, RON ISLEY, CONSTANTLY REPEATS, " I'LL ALWAYS
COME BACK TO YOU," OVER AND OVER AGAIN THROUGH MY HEADPHONES AS I CROSS
CALIFORNIA TAKING IN ALL OF THE SIGHTS. MY LIFE I S UNFOLING AS IF THIS
WAS THE FINAL SCENE OF, "THE MACK." I KNOW NOT HOW I FEEL, JUST THE SAME
AS I KNOW NOT WHAT DIRECTION I AM MOVING IN.I WAS TOLD THAT IN THIS TIME
OF CONFUSION, "THAT THE WIND WOULD PUSH ME IN THE PROPER DIRECTION AND THE
FLOW OF A RIVER WOULD ALWAYS GUIDE ME.
SO NOW I RUN LIKE THE RIVER IN MANY DIRECTIONS. I CAN NEVER FORGET THAT
MY HOOD IS IN THE WEST AND I CAN NEVER FORGET THAT MY FAMILY IS BLOOD.
THERE IS A BIG WORLD OUTSIDE OF LOS ANGELES, BUT IT DOESN'T EVEN RELATE TO
ME.
I THOUGHT THE WORLD WAS "WEST ADAMS."
I WALKED AROUND THE BED IN AMAZEMENT AS POPS LAYED
THERE, DEAD. THIS IS A SCENE THAT WILL REPLAY IN MY MIND FOREVER. I
STILL CRY.
I GATHERED ALL OF HIS
BELONGINGS AND I KISSED HIS COLD FOREHEAD. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED THIS
YEAR THAT I CAN'T EVEN MOURN MY FATHER PROPERLY, SO I WRITE. I WAS TAUGHT
TO BE STRONG AND TO STAY STRONG BY A STRONG MAN AND NOW I AM NUMB.
MUCH LOVE AND RESPECT TO ALL OF THE READERS. KEEP READING, BE ON THE LOOK
OUT FOR MY BOOK OF INTERNET COMPOSITIONS. TO
ALL OF THE WEB BANGERS, STOP ALL OF THAT PUNK SHIT LIKE TRYIN' TO BANG ON
ME OVER MY E-MAIL AND I'M. IF YOU WANT TO GET YOUR BANG ON THERE IS PLENTY
OF DRAMA IN THE STREETS FOR YOU. YOU WILL NEVER GET ANY STRIPES FROM ME
UNLESS I HAVE THE OPPURTUNITY TO KICK YOUR ASS LIKE A MAN (NOT A BLOOD OR
CRIP), IF YOU AIN'T GOT NOTHIN' PRODUCTIVE TO SAY DON'T WASTE MY TIME.
YOU GETS NO STRIPES BANGIN' OVER THE INTERNET.
OTHERWISE ANYTHING WORTH WHILE, HOLLA IT DON'T MATTER (BLOODS, CRIPS, OR
HISPANICS), WE MAY BE ABLE TO BUILD. 2 PUFFS OF RED SMOKE AND I AM OUT 20
MINUTES.
A MOMENT PHILOSPHY:
I READ SOMEWHERE IN PHILOSOPHY THAT IT IS INEVITABLE THAT WE ALL MUST
SUFFER FROM ILLNESS, OLD AGE, AND DEATH. MY FATHER SUFFERED FROM AT LEAST
2 OF THE ABOVE, HE WAS TIRED.
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LIFE IS PREDESTINED
By Madd Ronald
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October 29, 2003
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