I would like to introduce you to my criminal friends.
The police are always
watching me or trying to find out where I am located.
I don’t understand why
they do that.
I am irritated every day they are watching me.
The police are
always watching me or trying to find out where I am located.
You should be
warned I am armed and dangerous because I carry a pistol.
I would never use it
to hurt anyone, I have it for self defense in case another criminal tries to
attack me. It is because I have committed murder that other rappers don’t
mention me in their songs.
The things I have done are so bad they can truly be
called tragedies and massacres with heavy casualties.
I can’t even remember all
the harm I’ve done, but my victims do.
I can warm up the cold winter months with
just the heat from my gun barrel.
It’s like a Halloween celebration when black
people die at my hands.
I know of least two people who died in short succession,
but this is normal for me.
If you get caught committing crimes I ordered you to,
I will not bail you out.
If you try to give information on me to work out a plea
deal, I will deny I ever knew you.
If I miss shooting you the first time, I will
not hesitate to try again.
We know of no other code of law than that of the
jungle.
One of my family, I think he was my dad, died two days before my
seventeenth birthday.
At one point in my life, I was facing a long prison
sentence for armed robbery, and I had trouble understanding what my lawyer was
telling me.
My younger brother is also a criminal, but he’s not as good at it as
I am yet.
My uncle has a chronic cough from smoking crack for years. It’s
because the crack wouldn’t leave him alone.
He had to live with my grandmother,
and I remember our late-night conversations fondly.
But my uncle died while I
was in prison. Isn’t that sad?
Here is one more criminal episode you should know
about.
Actually, there was one rapper who mentioned me in his songs.
That is
crazy because he does not have enough men in his gang to fight me successfully.
We went to his house and shot it up with smoothly performing guns.
We scared his
mother and that was funny to us.
That’s what happens in the way of life we have
chosen, we live by the law of the jungle.
That guy who insulted me really made a
terrible mistake.
I am not actually related to this person, but if I was, it
would be the first time I acknowledged myself as anyone’s Father.
