X-raided stabbed by D.O.'s
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i feel u homie, i read the message where he said that.. but in early 09 he was speaking on the artist pc'ing up because their famous.. that way they dont really have to worry about the politics and gettin caught in a riot and everything else that goes on the mainline. this was just 09 when he was on a active yard mainline status. now all of a sudden he rolled it up because he's famous.. he's been famous lol.. that message also spoke on a riot with the homeboys and the africanos.. im just sayin thats though.. im not hatin thats on him.. i guess he was coo off the politics after that riot between northerners and the africanos..
He walked the Mainline for 10. What it comes down to is politics. As I said earlier, they have an inmate who is consistantly droppin albums while incarcerated. Shit he is more consistant with his music then most fools are who are on the streets! How long you think they gonna keep getting embarrased like that? They being the CDCR. Everytime they go in a record store, its NEW pictures of him on a NEW album with all NEW vocals, and he sposed to be locked up. You go where they say go. If they say we housing you over here, thats what you gonna do. He didnt roll up, he didnt PC up....dont get it twisted..
Thursday, May 13, 2010
“Riot Time. We’re Goin’ To The Hole…”
Current mood: working
If you're reading this the news is probably out about the fight on the yard...
“Riot Time. We’re Goin’ To The Hole…”
X-Raided “The Hole”
I haven’t had a chance to communicate with everyone for a while. I’ve been dealing with a bunch of drama behind these prison walls. It’s a long story but here’s the short version.
I’ve been dealing with a real life stalker for about three years now; an obsessed fan who we jokingly called “Stan.” I was on D-Yard from ’05 to ’08 and I got a couple of letters from a dude calling himself “Mike Enemigo.” He was on my balls pretty tough, about how he loved my music and my accomplishments and wanted to be the “next X-Raided.” He had Life without the possibility of parole and wanted to be a rapper. I get that a lot from inmates. I ignored his letters, about two or three total, which he would have people on A-Yard bring me when they transferred over to D-Yard.
I transferred over to A-Yard myself in 2008 and of course “Mike Enemigo” was one of the first people trying to talk to me. He called himself “Foe” and said he was from East Sacramento. I knew he wasn’t the real East Sac Rapper named Foe. I asked him about that and he claimed to know the real Foe. I thought it was strange. People warned me that he was a “Stan” and to shake him. I went back to ignoring him. That was in the summer of ’08. Then he approached again, still asking me to help him with his raps, but this time he said that he had a way for me to records some new songs. If I would put out an album for him, he would help me record one for myself. The catch was that I had to move into his cell to do it because he didn’t want to risk losing it trying to send it over to me. I was skeptical but I was looking for a way to do my songs better than how we did “Eternally Unforgiven.” So I moved in with Mike Enemigo in November of 2008. It was immediately disappointing. He had an old school 1980’s type of tape deck that recorded and was using a pair of headphones as a microphone. First of all, inmates have been offering me their tape deck recorders for years and I always turn it down. I prefer to record digitally. Secondly, I already knew I would eventually get a digital recorder because at some point I always do. Honest to God, I thought the dude was crazy. When I saw the “studio” he was using to record and how he acted like it was so important, I felt like he tricked me into moving over there. He kept trying to be my friend. He kept begging me to just try it out. I eventually recorded some songs with his tape deck and headphone hook up. He got it out to the streets and Rich tried to clean it up. The best we could do became “Unforgiven 2: Assisted Suicide.” Obviously, the vocal quality of “U2” wasn’t good enough but we released it to make back the money we spent making it happen.
Mike Enemigo, who up to then had been working with his own producers, gave up on being able to do it himself and started asking me to not only release his album, but to produce, mix and master it, and do the artwork. That wasn’t going to happen. I told him that he had to get his own album produced and do his own artwork, but I did features for him, hosted his mixtape, and gave him permission to put “Hosted By X-Raided” and “X Presents” on his album in exchange for recording “U2” for me. After about 90 days I moved out. I kept hearing how the dude was still on my balls. To me, it was business but to him he wanted friendship. I didn’t want to be friends b/c Mike Enemigo was and is a weirdo. He’d told me how much love & respect he had for me and how he wanted to be my friend. He said that it was destiny that I had moved over to D-Yard and in the cell with him. He said that we had even had the same trial attorney, which proved that it was “meant to be.” The dude was a serious “Stan.” When I moved it hurt his feelings like a broad. He was seriously on my dick, even before I met him.
I did my thing on the low, hit my lick for the cell phone and digital recorder. Mike Enemigo was sniffing around. When I got busted with that shit I had him on my list of suspects because that weird muthafucka was jealous. I thought he might have told b/c he was jealous as fuck. But I didn’t care b/c I made 103 songs before they found that shit. I got “Bloc Bizniz”, “U2.5” and my nigga C-Dubb’s “Mob Hits” ready to go, and started working on my next solo album.
Now, if you’re wondering why I didn’t put out Mike Enemigo’s album, for one, the fool has life without the possibility of parole and never had an album out before. Zero fanbase and can’t go promote his shit. Secondly, no one wanted it. I tried to put out “At All Costs and “E: From the Bloc to the Booth” in November of 2008 through Select-O-Hits and that shit went wood. Sold a very small amount of each CD. On top of that, I had a Loki & Cognito album, “Street Legal” and Select-O-Hits refused to even accept it. City Hall told us they wanted new X-Raided, period, before anything else, and the fans told us they wanted to X-Raided solo shit, period. I told that dick rider Mike Enemigo all that and the weirdo thought I was lying b/c I just didn’t want to put out his album. Shit, if I coulda made money, why would I pass it up? The truth is, that shit was wack, the vocals were garbage, and nobody wanted it.
We released “Bloc Bizniz,” “Unforgiven 2.5” and “Mob Hits” on Tuesday, March 16, 2010, and Stan (Mike Enemigo) was jealous and hating. On Wednesday he asked me how my album was doing and told me about a producer he could hook me up with. I told him I don’t’ need to get beats from a muthafucka in the pen with me, and to get off my balls. Thursday I told my few patnas what was going on and it spread among the niggas on the yard that them fools were hating. Just b/c it’s an SNY yard doesn’t mean there ain’t good niggas. They’re trying to go home, make parole without stayin’ in drama and catchin time over shit just like this. But when they heard about Stan joining an SNY gang and trying to get them to push up on me, they got at me like, nah, no way. This weirdo has life without the possibility of parole and he locked it up off the mainline at the Reception Center. He never even hit the mainline yards. Claimed Crip on the streets, Sureno in the County Jail, locked it up at the Reception in the pen, got to an SNY yard and claimed Northern Rider. An SNY gang? Really? Get the fuck out of here. I walked the mainline for nearly a decade with niggas that wanted to kill me and I never ran. I was classified High Notoriety, that’s how I became SNY. This punk ran off the mainline from day one, on my mama. Fuck Mike Enemigo and his SNY gang. Somebody call Pleasant Valley and ask how long he’s been SNY, Ronald Michael Werth # T-76856! This fool is 30 and been here at least four years. SNY at 26? Never did a tour of duty b/c he’s a scary bitch. A skinny white boy who acts black, pretends to be a Mexican, claims to be “Foe,” and says he’s from East Sacramento but is from fuckin Rosemont. Rosemont? Please.
That fool lied to them Northern Riders to be accepted. They ran up on me with a knife, Stan’s celly. Stan had a toothbrush with razor blades on it and his bitch ass tried to stay behind me. I beat that fool’s ass. I got stabbed and sliced because I fought them marks instead of running off. Once I had some help I was able to back up to keep them in front of me and I got in some good shots on Stan and his celly. At the end I was in the middle of the basketball court C-Walking. I didn’t even know I was hurt until it was over, because of the adrenalin.
I was airlifted to the hospital. They took care of me. The staff hooked me up. But what’s funny is that Mike Enemigo, the “Stan” Werth, had to go to the Hospital, too. How you gonna have the element of surprise, a razor blade, and a homie with a knife on me and still get beat up? Mark ass bitch.
I’m straight. I’m doing perfectly fine and we’re already working on my solo album. We’re shooting for 9/21/10 and we shouldn’t have any trouble making that date. We’re doing it more on that G shit than politics or party shit. We’re making some hard core shit. The new solo is going to be RAW. We’re also close to finishing up C-Dubb's solo album, “The Curse of the Gifted” which may have an August release.
I’ll get at y’all again ASAP. Much love to B.Parker, Filthy Rich, C-Dubb, Gangsta Reese, Leviathan, Semi-Auto, Loki (I’m writing you my nigga), and my dude T-Nutty Nutt! And Congratulations to the Brotha Lynch Hung for his success with DAAM!
One Love,
T-H-E Bloc Star…
X-Raided
“Riot Time. We’re Goin’ To The Hole…”
Current mood: working
If you're reading this the news is probably out about the fight on the yard...
“Riot Time. We’re Goin’ To The Hole…”
X-Raided “The Hole”
I haven’t had a chance to communicate with everyone for a while. I’ve been dealing with a bunch of drama behind these prison walls. It’s a long story but here’s the short version.
I’ve been dealing with a real life stalker for about three years now; an obsessed fan who we jokingly called “Stan.” I was on D-Yard from ’05 to ’08 and I got a couple of letters from a dude calling himself “Mike Enemigo.” He was on my balls pretty tough, about how he loved my music and my accomplishments and wanted to be the “next X-Raided.” He had Life without the possibility of parole and wanted to be a rapper. I get that a lot from inmates. I ignored his letters, about two or three total, which he would have people on A-Yard bring me when they transferred over to D-Yard.
I transferred over to A-Yard myself in 2008 and of course “Mike Enemigo” was one of the first people trying to talk to me. He called himself “Foe” and said he was from East Sacramento. I knew he wasn’t the real East Sac Rapper named Foe. I asked him about that and he claimed to know the real Foe. I thought it was strange. People warned me that he was a “Stan” and to shake him. I went back to ignoring him. That was in the summer of ’08. Then he approached again, still asking me to help him with his raps, but this time he said that he had a way for me to records some new songs. If I would put out an album for him, he would help me record one for myself. The catch was that I had to move into his cell to do it because he didn’t want to risk losing it trying to send it over to me. I was skeptical but I was looking for a way to do my songs better than how we did “Eternally Unforgiven.” So I moved in with Mike Enemigo in November of 2008. It was immediately disappointing. He had an old school 1980’s type of tape deck that recorded and was using a pair of headphones as a microphone. First of all, inmates have been offering me their tape deck recorders for years and I always turn it down. I prefer to record digitally. Secondly, I already knew I would eventually get a digital recorder because at some point I always do. Honest to God, I thought the dude was crazy. When I saw the “studio” he was using to record and how he acted like it was so important, I felt like he tricked me into moving over there. He kept trying to be my friend. He kept begging me to just try it out. I eventually recorded some songs with his tape deck and headphone hook up. He got it out to the streets and Rich tried to clean it up. The best we could do became “Unforgiven 2: Assisted Suicide.” Obviously, the vocal quality of “U2” wasn’t good enough but we released it to make back the money we spent making it happen.
Mike Enemigo, who up to then had been working with his own producers, gave up on being able to do it himself and started asking me to not only release his album, but to produce, mix and master it, and do the artwork. That wasn’t going to happen. I told him that he had to get his own album produced and do his own artwork, but I did features for him, hosted his mixtape, and gave him permission to put “Hosted By X-Raided” and “X Presents” on his album in exchange for recording “U2” for me. After about 90 days I moved out. I kept hearing how the dude was still on my balls. To me, it was business but to him he wanted friendship. I didn’t want to be friends b/c Mike Enemigo was and is a weirdo. He’d told me how much love & respect he had for me and how he wanted to be my friend. He said that it was destiny that I had moved over to D-Yard and in the cell with him. He said that we had even had the same trial attorney, which proved that it was “meant to be.” The dude was a serious “Stan.” When I moved it hurt his feelings like a broad. He was seriously on my dick, even before I met him.
I did my thing on the low, hit my lick for the cell phone and digital recorder. Mike Enemigo was sniffing around. When I got busted with that shit I had him on my list of suspects because that weird muthafucka was jealous. I thought he might have told b/c he was jealous as fuck. But I didn’t care b/c I made 103 songs before they found that shit. I got “Bloc Bizniz”, “U2.5” and my nigga C-Dubb’s “Mob Hits” ready to go, and started working on my next solo album.
Now, if you’re wondering why I didn’t put out Mike Enemigo’s album, for one, the fool has life without the possibility of parole and never had an album out before. Zero fanbase and can’t go promote his shit. Secondly, no one wanted it. I tried to put out “At All Costs and “E: From the Bloc to the Booth” in November of 2008 through Select-O-Hits and that shit went wood. Sold a very small amount of each CD. On top of that, I had a Loki & Cognito album, “Street Legal” and Select-O-Hits refused to even accept it. City Hall told us they wanted new X-Raided, period, before anything else, and the fans told us they wanted to X-Raided solo shit, period. I told that dick rider Mike Enemigo all that and the weirdo thought I was lying b/c I just didn’t want to put out his album. Shit, if I coulda made money, why would I pass it up? The truth is, that shit was wack, the vocals were garbage, and nobody wanted it.
We released “Bloc Bizniz,” “Unforgiven 2.5” and “Mob Hits” on Tuesday, March 16, 2010, and Stan (Mike Enemigo) was jealous and hating. On Wednesday he asked me how my album was doing and told me about a producer he could hook me up with. I told him I don’t’ need to get beats from a muthafucka in the pen with me, and to get off my balls. Thursday I told my few patnas what was going on and it spread among the niggas on the yard that them fools were hating. Just b/c it’s an SNY yard doesn’t mean there ain’t good niggas. They’re trying to go home, make parole without stayin’ in drama and catchin time over shit just like this. But when they heard about Stan joining an SNY gang and trying to get them to push up on me, they got at me like, nah, no way. This weirdo has life without the possibility of parole and he locked it up off the mainline at the Reception Center. He never even hit the mainline yards. Claimed Crip on the streets, Sureno in the County Jail, locked it up at the Reception in the pen, got to an SNY yard and claimed Northern Rider. An SNY gang? Really? Get the fuck out of here. I walked the mainline for nearly a decade with niggas that wanted to kill me and I never ran. I was classified High Notoriety, that’s how I became SNY. This punk ran off the mainline from day one, on my mama. Fuck Mike Enemigo and his SNY gang. Somebody call Pleasant Valley and ask how long he’s been SNY, Ronald Michael Werth # T-76856! This fool is 30 and been here at least four years. SNY at 26? Never did a tour of duty b/c he’s a scary bitch. A skinny white boy who acts black, pretends to be a Mexican, claims to be “Foe,” and says he’s from East Sacramento but is from fuckin Rosemont. Rosemont? Please.
That fool lied to them Northern Riders to be accepted. They ran up on me with a knife, Stan’s celly. Stan had a toothbrush with razor blades on it and his bitch ass tried to stay behind me. I beat that fool’s ass. I got stabbed and sliced because I fought them marks instead of running off. Once I had some help I was able to back up to keep them in front of me and I got in some good shots on Stan and his celly. At the end I was in the middle of the basketball court C-Walking. I didn’t even know I was hurt until it was over, because of the adrenalin.
I was airlifted to the hospital. They took care of me. The staff hooked me up. But what’s funny is that Mike Enemigo, the “Stan” Werth, had to go to the Hospital, too. How you gonna have the element of surprise, a razor blade, and a homie with a knife on me and still get beat up? Mark ass bitch.
I’m straight. I’m doing perfectly fine and we’re already working on my solo album. We’re shooting for 9/21/10 and we shouldn’t have any trouble making that date. We’re doing it more on that G shit than politics or party shit. We’re making some hard core shit. The new solo is going to be RAW. We’re also close to finishing up C-Dubb's solo album, “The Curse of the Gifted” which may have an August release.
I’ll get at y’all again ASAP. Much love to B.Parker, Filthy Rich, C-Dubb, Gangsta Reese, Leviathan, Semi-Auto, Loki (I’m writing you my nigga), and my dude T-Nutty Nutt! And Congratulations to the Brotha Lynch Hung for his success with DAAM!
One Love,
T-H-E Bloc Star…
X-Raided
Greetings everyone. Here is the latest report from the Land of the Lost:
My facility is presently on lock down, due to a 57 man riot between the Blacks and Northern Mexicans, on Sunday morning, January 11, 2009. My door just happened to be the last one to open and the yard went off before I ever made it down the stairs. There were about 8 of us left In the day room when the shots started going off, as the officers fired rounds into the crowd, trying to get it under control. The eight of us looked at each other wearily. I could tell one of them, a Mexican, was nervous, and another, a Black, was angry. There was tension, as we sat down on the floor, as instructed by an officer in the observation tower above us, pointing a Mini 14 rifle at us. I could tell everyone was debating whether or not to getup and fight. But why? And who? I analyzed the situation and registered the threat level at 3 out of 10. If the Black man next to me would fight, I figured the two of us would have no problem handling whoever had a problem, if they had one. At 225 pounds, with 19 inch biceps, even at 5’9” I was bigger and stronger than everyone sitting there. I could still feel the anxiety in my stomach, none the less. I could smell the fear and see the apprehension, and they were making me nervous. And I’m hard to make nervous.
At some point, the officer seemed to realize that he needed to get us out of that day room, so he ordered us to get up and lock it down, and covered us with his rifle as we went back to our cells.
It’s a blessing that I didn’t make it out there because I would have gotten caught up in that madness at a time when I need to be able to handle what is important to me. Yet that is the nature of prison life on a level four, maximum security facility. I was just writing a friend, Dane, about the realities of prison life, explaining the differences in security levels to him. Usually, our favorite rappers go to prison with short sentences, and the way security levels work, they would usually go to an institution that was level 1, 2, or 3, at worst, but they will talk as if they have been in a level 4, maximum security war zone. I am here to say, don’t believe the hype. If your favorite rappers really went to prison, not the county jail or a ranch or a camp, but to the penitentiary, with sentences of 10 years or more, they would be asking the officers to send them straight to protective custody, for things just like this. And I’m not hating. They would probably need it, without any fault of their own. If 50 cent went to prison and he was given 10 years or more, he would be on the yard with men who had both life and indeterminate sentences, or extremely lengthy sentences, and there is a hopelessness in those men that breeds a lack of logic and defies all reason. And that’s because it is difficult to expect a man who has no reason to live, in the form of purpose, to have any reason, in the form of logic So 50 Cent, or whoever, in California, at least, would be in an environment where everyone would want a piece of him, including the officers. Don’t confuse this with the Hollywood stereotypes about prison life. It’s not about anyone being victimized sexually, which happens, but only to the weakest of the weak, unaffiliated floaters. No. 50 Cent would have to play a game of Survivor, for real. Who are your allies? Who are your enemies? Do you stand alone? Now, if you align yourself with one group, then their enemies automatically become your enemies. And there is no such thing as standing alone, because, when racial riots kick off, your race is your affiliation, so your race’s enemies are your enemies, just for being born Black. Either you want to play that game or you do not, but the game will be played, with your consent or without. And that’s why 50 Cent would be in protective custody. He would say, and be told by the administration, that the game has nothing to do with him and that he does not want to participate... they would encourage him to accept placement at a facility where the attention he attracts could be neutralized and maybe he could have some peace. And he would accept that suggestion. It’s easy for them to lie to you on their records because they will never go to prison, so it’s all theoretical. If Shyne could do it all again, he would not have fired those shots, because he would not have been at that club, and he wouldn’t have been strapped. Like Jay-Z said, “I ain’t gotta do it, my boy’ll shoot you.” A real boss wouldn’t need to be a gunman, he would be sending the gunmen. And that doesn’t even always work. Ask John Gotti and Sammy the Bull. If all of us could do it all again, we wouldn’t be incarcerated. No one of sound mind would choose this life intentionally.
The same goes for me. If I could go back and do it all again, a real boss ... you get the picture. I would never have chosen this life if I had known everything it entailed. Now that am here and this Is what I have to deal with, regardless of my desires ... I have to do what have to do. Ask Darwin if it’s kill or be killed if you don’t believe me. Survival of the fittest, for real.
So we’re on lock down, for who knows how long, and by the grace of God I missed the riot and wasn’t a participant. If my door had opened two minutes earlier, I’d have been out there, caught up in drama that would have had nothing to do with me, and I’d be in administrative segregation, The Hole, trying to explain to my family why I was in shackles and chains in 24 hour lock-up at a time in my life when I clearly have identified right from wrong and mature from immature. Have that conversation with your girl or mother from behind three inch thick bulletproof glass, wearing shackles, manacles and chains, like It’s 1809 and you’re about to be bought or sold. Maybe Nas was right. If it means ignorant, that would have made me a nigger. Ask a Merriam-Webster.
The irony. This placed is called Pleasant Valley State Prison, and I am here to tell you with first hand knowledge, there is nothing pleasant about it, and It has the highest rate of incidents in the entire California Department of Corrections. Higher than the infamous Pelican Bay and Folsom State Prisons. Google it and call me a liar if that’s what I deserve.
The riot? It happened over a Black guy high off of pills and a Mexican drunk off of pruno, arguing during a basketball game, where the winner would have gotten a couple of generic 2 liter sodas worth about $2.50 on the street. The end result? 57 Mexican and Black men proceed to stab, slice, kick and punch each other, shots are fired, pepper spray and batons come out and the officers risk their lives, running out in the middle of it trying to lay it all down. Over a couple of intoxicated men and a game of basketball. Who knows what will happen when we come off of lock down. Round 2? Everyone Is anxious to find out. I think it’s hilarious, in a Heath Ledger as the Joker sort of way.
Your favorite rapper is a liar. Do not believe him. Listen to me, children. Take my word for it. Do. Not. Go. To. Prison. Period. Prison is not cool. Stay out of trouble. Graduate. Make love. Hustle and get money. Make babies. Raise them. Be like Barack. Organize your community. Whatever. Just stay free. Please.
Dear God, let the record reflect, I told them.
Anerae Brown, ©2009"
My facility is presently on lock down, due to a 57 man riot between the Blacks and Northern Mexicans, on Sunday morning, January 11, 2009. My door just happened to be the last one to open and the yard went off before I ever made it down the stairs. There were about 8 of us left In the day room when the shots started going off, as the officers fired rounds into the crowd, trying to get it under control. The eight of us looked at each other wearily. I could tell one of them, a Mexican, was nervous, and another, a Black, was angry. There was tension, as we sat down on the floor, as instructed by an officer in the observation tower above us, pointing a Mini 14 rifle at us. I could tell everyone was debating whether or not to getup and fight. But why? And who? I analyzed the situation and registered the threat level at 3 out of 10. If the Black man next to me would fight, I figured the two of us would have no problem handling whoever had a problem, if they had one. At 225 pounds, with 19 inch biceps, even at 5’9” I was bigger and stronger than everyone sitting there. I could still feel the anxiety in my stomach, none the less. I could smell the fear and see the apprehension, and they were making me nervous. And I’m hard to make nervous.
At some point, the officer seemed to realize that he needed to get us out of that day room, so he ordered us to get up and lock it down, and covered us with his rifle as we went back to our cells.
It’s a blessing that I didn’t make it out there because I would have gotten caught up in that madness at a time when I need to be able to handle what is important to me. Yet that is the nature of prison life on a level four, maximum security facility. I was just writing a friend, Dane, about the realities of prison life, explaining the differences in security levels to him. Usually, our favorite rappers go to prison with short sentences, and the way security levels work, they would usually go to an institution that was level 1, 2, or 3, at worst, but they will talk as if they have been in a level 4, maximum security war zone. I am here to say, don’t believe the hype. If your favorite rappers really went to prison, not the county jail or a ranch or a camp, but to the penitentiary, with sentences of 10 years or more, they would be asking the officers to send them straight to protective custody, for things just like this. And I’m not hating. They would probably need it, without any fault of their own. If 50 cent went to prison and he was given 10 years or more, he would be on the yard with men who had both life and indeterminate sentences, or extremely lengthy sentences, and there is a hopelessness in those men that breeds a lack of logic and defies all reason. And that’s because it is difficult to expect a man who has no reason to live, in the form of purpose, to have any reason, in the form of logic So 50 Cent, or whoever, in California, at least, would be in an environment where everyone would want a piece of him, including the officers. Don’t confuse this with the Hollywood stereotypes about prison life. It’s not about anyone being victimized sexually, which happens, but only to the weakest of the weak, unaffiliated floaters. No. 50 Cent would have to play a game of Survivor, for real. Who are your allies? Who are your enemies? Do you stand alone? Now, if you align yourself with one group, then their enemies automatically become your enemies. And there is no such thing as standing alone, because, when racial riots kick off, your race is your affiliation, so your race’s enemies are your enemies, just for being born Black. Either you want to play that game or you do not, but the game will be played, with your consent or without. And that’s why 50 Cent would be in protective custody. He would say, and be told by the administration, that the game has nothing to do with him and that he does not want to participate... they would encourage him to accept placement at a facility where the attention he attracts could be neutralized and maybe he could have some peace. And he would accept that suggestion. It’s easy for them to lie to you on their records because they will never go to prison, so it’s all theoretical. If Shyne could do it all again, he would not have fired those shots, because he would not have been at that club, and he wouldn’t have been strapped. Like Jay-Z said, “I ain’t gotta do it, my boy’ll shoot you.” A real boss wouldn’t need to be a gunman, he would be sending the gunmen. And that doesn’t even always work. Ask John Gotti and Sammy the Bull. If all of us could do it all again, we wouldn’t be incarcerated. No one of sound mind would choose this life intentionally.
The same goes for me. If I could go back and do it all again, a real boss ... you get the picture. I would never have chosen this life if I had known everything it entailed. Now that am here and this Is what I have to deal with, regardless of my desires ... I have to do what have to do. Ask Darwin if it’s kill or be killed if you don’t believe me. Survival of the fittest, for real.
So we’re on lock down, for who knows how long, and by the grace of God I missed the riot and wasn’t a participant. If my door had opened two minutes earlier, I’d have been out there, caught up in drama that would have had nothing to do with me, and I’d be in administrative segregation, The Hole, trying to explain to my family why I was in shackles and chains in 24 hour lock-up at a time in my life when I clearly have identified right from wrong and mature from immature. Have that conversation with your girl or mother from behind three inch thick bulletproof glass, wearing shackles, manacles and chains, like It’s 1809 and you’re about to be bought or sold. Maybe Nas was right. If it means ignorant, that would have made me a nigger. Ask a Merriam-Webster.
The irony. This placed is called Pleasant Valley State Prison, and I am here to tell you with first hand knowledge, there is nothing pleasant about it, and It has the highest rate of incidents in the entire California Department of Corrections. Higher than the infamous Pelican Bay and Folsom State Prisons. Google it and call me a liar if that’s what I deserve.
The riot? It happened over a Black guy high off of pills and a Mexican drunk off of pruno, arguing during a basketball game, where the winner would have gotten a couple of generic 2 liter sodas worth about $2.50 on the street. The end result? 57 Mexican and Black men proceed to stab, slice, kick and punch each other, shots are fired, pepper spray and batons come out and the officers risk their lives, running out in the middle of it trying to lay it all down. Over a couple of intoxicated men and a game of basketball. Who knows what will happen when we come off of lock down. Round 2? Everyone Is anxious to find out. I think it’s hilarious, in a Heath Ledger as the Joker sort of way.
Your favorite rapper is a liar. Do not believe him. Listen to me, children. Take my word for it. Do. Not. Go. To. Prison. Period. Prison is not cool. Stay out of trouble. Graduate. Make love. Hustle and get money. Make babies. Raise them. Be like Barack. Organize your community. Whatever. Just stay free. Please.
Dear God, let the record reflect, I told them.
Anerae Brown, ©2009"
you must be seeing them broke bulldogs cause shit while your fitt is
Dickies = $23
Cortes = $40
Locs = $6
white tshirt = $5
that belt with the 13 on it = $7
long socks a pair of 3 = $5
hair net = $1
all equals to $97.34 plus tax
homie we be rocking J'z that are more then your whole fitt you fucking bum,
you probably still posted outside of Foods co or DD's selling Corn Churritos and Raspados with you papi like any other scrap.
