Post by Marcus T on Dec 4, 2008 2:40:32 GMT -5
***December in Texas. Always starts off cold as hell in the mid twenties at night. In Texas that is considered too fucking cold, in New York it is called summer time. By Christmas it will be mid 70's again. In Texas we call that winter, in Miami they call it: "Are you fucking crazy" cold.
No matter how high they set the temp gauge the cold icey bricks makes the winter nights longer than what they have to be. Sitting in this cell block in this temp makes me want to hang myself. The only thing that has stopped that from happening is the thought of you. You know who you are. You keep me up at all times of the night wondering how I am going to bring you to justice for a crime I saw you commit. You strut around town as if nothing is going on in that head of yours.
Your time is coming.**
Voice: I'm back.
Me: So
***She sits in a corner with nothing on. I wish she was not a ghost, then she could be freezing her ass off just as I am. She hunts me as if I care for her father well being. She can go to hell for all I care.**
Girl: Do remember me?
ME: Only the face, not the name. I don't care about your name, I don't want to know your name any longer. Why should I want to know the name of a ghost from some one else past? You serve no purpose in my life.
Girl: The bigger your obsession get behind your mentor death, the more you start to act like him.
Marcus T: That is a good thing.
***I look up and notice I am once more driving Marcus around. He stares out the tinted window with a smile on his face. He turns his focus on me and scoots forward so his face in between my seat and the driver seat.***
Marcus T: I notice you have a lot of friends. Tell me, are they real friends?
Me: I don't under stand the question.
***He scoots back in his seat with a smile on his face. He is about to work his mental mojo on me. He is about to teach some more of his twisted logic.***
Marcus T: Let me tell you something about a lot of these street bastards. No matter how close you guys are, no matter what creed you follow as a crew, one of you is going to out grow the rest.
It is one thing to get bigger than the crew.
It is one thing to think you can pull your weight and theirs.
It's another to be right on both fronts.
When you start moving in your own direction they are going to just want to hang on, sucking you dry. Here is the million dollar question.
What do you do?
These guys have rolled with your since the start, before you where anything, they know your mom, you are so close some consider you brothers. Blood in, Blood out! This is not a gang thing, this is a family thing.
How do you know when to stop being so fucking loyal?
ME: I don't know.
BBMT: That is a question that should never come up. That question is answered from the start. You let them eat off the money you made together, but after that it is all you. When we grow up we grow apart. We have families of our own, we start to drift in different directions, that's life. Sooner or later they are going to have to walk their path with out you.
Me, Ray, Money Baggs, Bobby, even Eno understands this. I have no right to eat the deer meat of a deer you hunted by yourself when I did not want to get up early and go hunting with you. I don't eat. You keep what you catch!
When it is time to survive fuck family, fuck friends, fuck anyone who is not going to help keep a good thing rolling. Sooner or later I'm cutting your ass loose, teach you a lesson. You will have to walk with out me. Fight your own battles like a grown ass man should.
Black people have it bad with this shit. One of your family members or one of your buddies make it big in entertainment and the whole fucking hood thinks he owes them. Trust me, it took more than just one shitty neighborhood to make that guy who he is. The one who does make it out are the ones who had to travel outside of that shitty dump. He went out and learn the with his own blood sweat, and tears.
Let that guy become a doctor or a lawyer, they will not sweat him, there is no lime light, there is no alure to that. Let him make it as a entertainer or athlete, everyone is blogging shit on the net talking about he is a sale out. When Juggernaut have problems, they take a shit on us cause we can't spill our wealth over them as much as we use too. Why do you think we suck the blood out of these fucking bastards? I did not sale out, I just sold everyone rat bastard up stream like slaves on a podium.
ERASE!!!
REPLACE!!!
NEW FACE!!
Juggernaut use the strong to sale foolishness to fools.
***My focus is snapped to a shout***
Voice: GET UP CONVICT!!!
****It was a dream... What now?***
No matter how high they set the temp gauge the cold icey bricks makes the winter nights longer than what they have to be. Sitting in this cell block in this temp makes me want to hang myself. The only thing that has stopped that from happening is the thought of you. You know who you are. You keep me up at all times of the night wondering how I am going to bring you to justice for a crime I saw you commit. You strut around town as if nothing is going on in that head of yours.
Your time is coming.**
Voice: I'm back.
Me: So
***She sits in a corner with nothing on. I wish she was not a ghost, then she could be freezing her ass off just as I am. She hunts me as if I care for her father well being. She can go to hell for all I care.**
Girl: Do remember me?
ME: Only the face, not the name. I don't care about your name, I don't want to know your name any longer. Why should I want to know the name of a ghost from some one else past? You serve no purpose in my life.
Girl: The bigger your obsession get behind your mentor death, the more you start to act like him.
Marcus T: That is a good thing.
***I look up and notice I am once more driving Marcus around. He stares out the tinted window with a smile on his face. He turns his focus on me and scoots forward so his face in between my seat and the driver seat.***
Marcus T: I notice you have a lot of friends. Tell me, are they real friends?
Me: I don't under stand the question.
***He scoots back in his seat with a smile on his face. He is about to work his mental mojo on me. He is about to teach some more of his twisted logic.***
Marcus T: Let me tell you something about a lot of these street bastards. No matter how close you guys are, no matter what creed you follow as a crew, one of you is going to out grow the rest.
It is one thing to get bigger than the crew.
It is one thing to think you can pull your weight and theirs.
It's another to be right on both fronts.
When you start moving in your own direction they are going to just want to hang on, sucking you dry. Here is the million dollar question.
What do you do?
These guys have rolled with your since the start, before you where anything, they know your mom, you are so close some consider you brothers. Blood in, Blood out! This is not a gang thing, this is a family thing.
How do you know when to stop being so fucking loyal?
ME: I don't know.
BBMT: That is a question that should never come up. That question is answered from the start. You let them eat off the money you made together, but after that it is all you. When we grow up we grow apart. We have families of our own, we start to drift in different directions, that's life. Sooner or later they are going to have to walk their path with out you.
Me, Ray, Money Baggs, Bobby, even Eno understands this. I have no right to eat the deer meat of a deer you hunted by yourself when I did not want to get up early and go hunting with you. I don't eat. You keep what you catch!
When it is time to survive fuck family, fuck friends, fuck anyone who is not going to help keep a good thing rolling. Sooner or later I'm cutting your ass loose, teach you a lesson. You will have to walk with out me. Fight your own battles like a grown ass man should.
Black people have it bad with this shit. One of your family members or one of your buddies make it big in entertainment and the whole fucking hood thinks he owes them. Trust me, it took more than just one shitty neighborhood to make that guy who he is. The one who does make it out are the ones who had to travel outside of that shitty dump. He went out and learn the with his own blood sweat, and tears.
Let that guy become a doctor or a lawyer, they will not sweat him, there is no lime light, there is no alure to that. Let him make it as a entertainer or athlete, everyone is blogging shit on the net talking about he is a sale out. When Juggernaut have problems, they take a shit on us cause we can't spill our wealth over them as much as we use too. Why do you think we suck the blood out of these fucking bastards? I did not sale out, I just sold everyone rat bastard up stream like slaves on a podium.
ERASE!!!
REPLACE!!!
NEW FACE!!
Juggernaut use the strong to sale foolishness to fools.
***My focus is snapped to a shout***
Voice: GET UP CONVICT!!!
****It was a dream... What now?***