Today marks 10 yrs. 10 yrs that my cousin Q-DHOG has been gone. He was MURDERED by the San Jose Police Department, April 14th 1993. I was charged with his murder, even tho the police did it, I was only 17, and facing a gang of time. Today has been cool, but when I got home, I brought some pics of him out, and now I'm thinking of the shit all over again. I was in car with him, when they shot at us and he was killed. I remember that day, and I remember the time of day when it happened, it was real hot that day, I had on a windbreaker with no shirt underneath, some grey khakis, and some Nike Cortez, and had just got my hair freshly braided the same style as his was that day. We were on our way back to Oakland since I was on the run for a shooting out in San Jose, and then once we left Oakland we were on our way to Sac to go handle some things. I remember the shots, exactly how they sounded going by my head as I went down to the ground. Once the police got me up and had me cuffed I remember getting up and seeing his lifeless body lying on the ground. This was a set-up by the SJPD, cause he had been threatened by them before, and they told his mom that they would kill him one day. I aint gonna get all deep in the specifics of that, but thats real talk.
Q-DHOG swayed to the DAMU side, and was from EAST SIDE SAN JOSE's VERDE SWAMPDOGs. Straight rider, blasting, carrying machete's tryin to have a muthafuccas head. But fuck all that negative shit. He was smart. I remember when we were little he would know what routes to take when we would have to go back to L.A. or Bakersfield, tellin moms the best way to get to where we were going. He knew a gang of shit to be so young. We used to ask him for help on whatever. If he wasnt gunned down like he was, all he had to do was wait another month and he had a scholarship to Grambling University, he was gonna study law. He is a real ESSJ legend, and I miss him. I Love you Quincy.
Q-DHOG swayed to the DAMU side, and was from EAST SIDE SAN JOSE's VERDE SWAMPDOGs. Straight rider, blasting, carrying machete's tryin to have a muthafuccas head. But fuck all that negative shit. He was smart. I remember when we were little he would know what routes to take when we would have to go back to L.A. or Bakersfield, tellin moms the best way to get to where we were going. He knew a gang of shit to be so young. We used to ask him for help on whatever. If he wasnt gunned down like he was, all he had to do was wait another month and he had a scholarship to Grambling University, he was gonna study law. He is a real ESSJ legend, and I miss him. I Love you Quincy.
