I'm calling this series of post's I write about my walk thru life and my dealings with the street life...
Criminal Backround Vol. 1:True Friends???
ok I'm writing this cuz I found out my lil homie got sentenced to 20-life for killing his homeboy last January...
Now I grew up round my lil homie...we'll call him B.C....he used to date my lil cuzzin', he even took her to the prom...I always thought he was a good kid, head on his shoulders u know. about his senior year in H.S. he dropped out and started to party hard...he also took up runnin' some products for his ol' bro...now I don't know bout all that, that's just what I heard. Now I see him, all G'd up in his gear, flossin' a wad, offering to buy me some weed n' all that...just basically hooking me up cuz me N' his bros were all fam...
Now my other lil homie, we'll call him R.C. the one who was killed...just got out of juvenile detention and boot camp (he just turned 18) He was talking about straightning out his life, getting his G.E.D., go into the armed services...I knew his half brother, same age as him too. I knew his older sister, we use to kick dust up back in the day...they was all good kids, just had bad role models like us...
Now fast forward to January 2005...my lil homie B.C. was living with his ol' bro n' few other cats...my other lil homie R.C. had fallen off his path, fell back in wit the old crew...his parents kicked him out, to show some tough love I guess...anyways it was a house where nobody had a real job, but it was poppin' all the time wit some sicc parties...now I don't know what happened, I heard they both started argueing over a girl then I heard it was over a big Plasma T.V. that they just bought that was fucked up by R.C....then it happened, B.C. pulls out a gun...starts talking shit, R.C. tells him to go ahead, pull the trigger....what followed was a melee, ppl running, loud noise turned to silence, lil homie got his wish, his best friend shot him...he was laying there, dying...I heard he was alive when the po po got there...they had a priest come in and read him his last rites...by then I think he was dead...I heard about it and my cousin mary went n' picked up B.C...she said he didn't seem like he killed somebody, they got out there b4 the cops showed up...she brought him back n' immediately he was booked for an open count of murder...Now my lil homie was sitting in jail, awaiting trial...B.C. was sentenced, only 19 now and he'll never see freedom till he's old...
R.C.'s brother was called a snitch by many...especially by some older cats...his ol' bro...but I asked him, what his lil bro would've done if you was killed...he put his head down...I don't condone what his lil bro did...but many ppl started to talk bout what happened that night, why aren't they being called snitches...
R.C.'s parents were very saddened by what had happened..his mom was sad cuz the last time she saw her boy is when she kicked him out and scolded him for wanting to be a thug...his father was suicidal at the funeral...they had to watch over him, it was like a party at his funeral...only wit out the liquor n' weed...seen friends I hadn't seen in awhile...this past year me N' R.C.'s lil brother have become pretty good friends...his lil brother quit drinking and smoking weed...last I heard he made the varsity bball team...glad lil homie is doing good....
Now as I was hearing everybody talking down on my lil homie in sitting in jail...about how he was a monster...about how he should die too....I wasn't one of those, cuz he was my lil homie...he told his brother he thought the gun wasn't loaded...that he was just showing off cuz he wanted to look hard...he didn't want to kill his friend...even though he did wrong, he'll always be my homie...
I lost 2 True Friends that night...
Criminal Backround Vol. 1:True Friends???
ok I'm writing this cuz I found out my lil homie got sentenced to 20-life for killing his homeboy last January...
Now I grew up round my lil homie...we'll call him B.C....he used to date my lil cuzzin', he even took her to the prom...I always thought he was a good kid, head on his shoulders u know. about his senior year in H.S. he dropped out and started to party hard...he also took up runnin' some products for his ol' bro...now I don't know bout all that, that's just what I heard. Now I see him, all G'd up in his gear, flossin' a wad, offering to buy me some weed n' all that...just basically hooking me up cuz me N' his bros were all fam...
Now my other lil homie, we'll call him R.C. the one who was killed...just got out of juvenile detention and boot camp (he just turned 18) He was talking about straightning out his life, getting his G.E.D., go into the armed services...I knew his half brother, same age as him too. I knew his older sister, we use to kick dust up back in the day...they was all good kids, just had bad role models like us...
Now fast forward to January 2005...my lil homie B.C. was living with his ol' bro n' few other cats...my other lil homie R.C. had fallen off his path, fell back in wit the old crew...his parents kicked him out, to show some tough love I guess...anyways it was a house where nobody had a real job, but it was poppin' all the time wit some sicc parties...now I don't know what happened, I heard they both started argueing over a girl then I heard it was over a big Plasma T.V. that they just bought that was fucked up by R.C....then it happened, B.C. pulls out a gun...starts talking shit, R.C. tells him to go ahead, pull the trigger....what followed was a melee, ppl running, loud noise turned to silence, lil homie got his wish, his best friend shot him...he was laying there, dying...I heard he was alive when the po po got there...they had a priest come in and read him his last rites...by then I think he was dead...I heard about it and my cousin mary went n' picked up B.C...she said he didn't seem like he killed somebody, they got out there b4 the cops showed up...she brought him back n' immediately he was booked for an open count of murder...Now my lil homie was sitting in jail, awaiting trial...B.C. was sentenced, only 19 now and he'll never see freedom till he's old...
R.C.'s brother was called a snitch by many...especially by some older cats...his ol' bro...but I asked him, what his lil bro would've done if you was killed...he put his head down...I don't condone what his lil bro did...but many ppl started to talk bout what happened that night, why aren't they being called snitches...
R.C.'s parents were very saddened by what had happened..his mom was sad cuz the last time she saw her boy is when she kicked him out and scolded him for wanting to be a thug...his father was suicidal at the funeral...they had to watch over him, it was like a party at his funeral...only wit out the liquor n' weed...seen friends I hadn't seen in awhile...this past year me N' R.C.'s lil brother have become pretty good friends...his lil brother quit drinking and smoking weed...last I heard he made the varsity bball team...glad lil homie is doing good....
Now as I was hearing everybody talking down on my lil homie in sitting in jail...about how he was a monster...about how he should die too....I wasn't one of those, cuz he was my lil homie...he told his brother he thought the gun wasn't loaded...that he was just showing off cuz he wanted to look hard...he didn't want to kill his friend...even though he did wrong, he'll always be my homie...
I lost 2 True Friends that night...
