Dear beloved homies behind the wall I really need your help with stopping the killing of our youth out here in these streets. I would like to use all the juice that I have to help stop the killing of our people both Black and Brown. Thank God at this present time there are no problems out here in these streets that are between the Black and Brown families. But the issue is about two separate tribes who are equally oppressed and disenfranchised. If anyone sees my homie "P- Body" tell him to get at me right away. And if anyone sees Devil tell him I am looking to speak with him. If not, for all my real people behind the wall like a.k.a. Baby Loff, Ben Nose or Devil, tell them that we are serious about getting a few different tribes to the table. I don't care what anybody says who is behind the wall talking about killing our people.
Get away from them. They are either really hurt from all of the violence and pain or they just simply work for the police or the devil. It is wrong and who ever you are, you should remember that these children have mothers who never stop crying. Sometime when I go to a murder scene and talk with the hurt and confused young people who only cry visibly for a few moments, they always seem to express how much they hate being subjected to all of the stuff that has been taking place before they were born.
Not to mention the fact that we as a people have been doing and talking about the same thing so long, that we have to begun to believe our own rhetoric! To all my brothers who are locked up reading this article, just take a moment and look at the brother around you who is still talking that old Negro stuff about who they are going to shoot when they get out. Come on clown, take a look around you and see that so many of our people who are way harder than you don't want to hear that foolishness.
Sometime when I hear a dummy man say something stupid like that, the first thing that comes to my mind is to tell him to go and tell the victims family and children your tuff-man stories.
I need help out here in these streets with the children of the dead homies who gave their lives for what they thought, was meant to be respected. And that was putting something on the hood or the dead homies and keeping your word. Now a days all they put on the hood of the police car is the name of the homies. See the difference in generations, they are lost and totally confused about the game. If some of the OGs who are dead or locked away were to see this mess out here, they would go and spend the night in their enemies hood and feel much more safe and secure. That is how bad these people have betrayed the game. It is a hurting feeling to see the little girls crying, after they have had one of their family members killed. They pretend to act hard. As a matter of fact, I have gone to some well-known hoods that are now being run "by females." And they are well-respected shooters on top of that pain.
They push a hard ruthless line, because most of them in all honesty really express missing their fathers. I wish I could associate a hood father with some of the children that I encounter at these places. I know they are the children of some of the best "HOOD RIDAS" that ever did it in the world of gangs. My readers may think that am crazy but sometime I hear the voices of the dead homies crying from their graves wanting to be here to help put the hood back together. I guess when you die all things are made clear.
Well people I am off to try and stop another gang war and save some of the dead Homies kids and the children of the homies who are locked up behind the wall by this way out system. Speaking of the system, there is a lack of concern for our future as Black and Brown people. It was just discovered the other day that a judge in Philadelphia was selling children into the juvenile injustice private prison slave trade for over 2 million dollars.
These two judges both received gifts as well for sending our babies away. Wow, we have a real serious problem with people not caring about our youth. It is almost like we kill them and you lock them up. We are treating our Black and Brown family like a fish market. You buy and we will fry them in San Quentin. P.S. I want to start a section called the G file in the Sentinel to address the letters from prison to be published starting next week. I'm sure the owner of the Sentinel Danny Bakewell would not mind. Also brothers from prison if you send a letter to the owner of the paper he has a busy schedule. But if you don't get a response directly from him, it is only because he has people who he designates to handle that–like me. And every letter he gets is of great concern to him and his family. Okay Baby Loft this one is for you and the ummah to handle, I need help along the Vermont corridor from 92nd and Vermont south, and from Imperial and Vermont east. Yawl know the turf. Lets GO.