“Blood is Love, Blood is for Life” By Ronald Chatman 9-2-03

MY O/G HOMEBOY SANTA KLAUS WAS THE GREATEST STORYTELLER THAT I HAVE
EVER KNOWN. THE WAY THAT HE WOULD MAKE GESTURES WTH HIS HANDS AND HIS
BODY LANGUAGE WOULD HAVE YOU CONSTANTLY ANTICIPATING THE NEXT SERIES OF
STATEMENTS THAT SUPPORT HIS LAST SENTENCE. I WAS IN C.T.F (SOLEDAD STATE
PRISON) WITH KLAUS BACK IN THE 80′S. HE WOULD TELL STORIES ABOUT THE 20′S
AND 30′S WARFARE THAT WOULD BE SO CAPTIVATNG THAT, THERE WOULD BE
BLOODS GATHERED AROUND SAYING, THINGS LIKE, “THEN WHAT KLAUS?” HE MIGHT
TAKE AN HOUR TO TELL A LIE AND I WOULD SIT AND LISTEN BECAUSE HE WAS THAT
GOOD AT IT. I USE TO THINK THAT SANTA KLAUS USE TO LIKE TO RUN HIS MOUTH. SO,
HE TALKED A LOT. WHAT I DID NOT REALIZE WAS THAT SANTA KLAUS WAS ACTUALLY
PROLIFERATING THE BLOODS FROM THE 20′S .

HE WAS ABOUT 6 OR 7 YEARS OLDER THAN ME SO HE WAS A MUCH GREATER
HISTORIAN. HE WOULD SHARE THE HISTORY OF NEIGHBORHOOD R’20′S BLOODS
WITH BLOODS FROM ALL OVER CALIFORNIA. HE EDUCATED ALL OF US, GIVING THE
20′S A POSITION WITHIN THE ORGIN OF BLOOD HISTORY. HE ALWAYS SPOKE ON,
“BLOOD ALLEY.” BLOOD ALLEY WAS AN L.A. GANG THAT EXISTED IN THE 1950′S AND
60′S. THE MEMBERS OF BLOOD ALLEY, WERE THE ORIGINS OF OUR EXISTENCE. THEY
ARE THE PARENTS OF ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD. WE ARE THE EVOLUTION OF
BLOOD ALLEY. I WAS HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH KING SOLOMON (WHOM WAS
AN ORIGINAL MEMBER OF BLOOD ALLEY IN 1956). I HAD SAID TO HIM, THAT THEY
NEVER HAD ANY IDEA OF WHAT THINGS WOULD BE LIKE IN THESE DAYS. THEY HAD
NEVER REALIZED, HOW IMPORTANT BLOOD WOULD BE IN THE FUTURE DECADES TO
COME. THE FUNNY THING IS THAT, BLOOD ALLEY EXISTED LONG BEFORE THERE
WERE EVER CRIPS IN L.A. I CAN REMEMBER THE HOMIES. PARENTS SHOWING US
PICTURES OF THEM WHEN THEY WERE ON THE SETT. THE CRAZY THING IS THAT THEY
WERE ACTUALLY BLOODS. THEY WERE JUST BEFORE THEIR TIME.

THE ORIGIN OF BLOOD ALLEY CAME FROM AROUND THE AREA WHERE THE 10 (SANTA
MONICA) FREEWAY IS LOCATED NEAR NORMANDIE AVENUE. THAT WAS LONG
BEFORE THE FREEWAY WAS EVEN BUILT. THE O/G’S ALWAYS SPEAK OF 20TH AND
BUDLONG AND THE AREA AROUND NORMANDIE AND WASHINGTON. KLAUS TOLD US
HOW THE MEMBERS OF BLOOD ALLEY PASSED DOWN “BLOOD” TO US. HE TOLD US
HOW THE MEMBERS OF BLOOD ALLEY STARTED NEIGHBORHOOD AND HOW WE
INHERITED NEIGHBORHOOD AND THEN PASSED IT DOWN WITH A “B” ON IT, TO THE
Y/G’S. HE TOLD US HOW THE HOOD WAS STARTED AROUND 1971-72. WE DID NOT
EVOLVE FROM BRIM!! WE DID NOT EVOLVE FROM PIRU!! WE POSSESS OUR OWN
BLOOD HISTORY FROM OUR OWN HISTORICAL SECTION OF L.A. THE “B” HAS ALWAYS
BEEN IN THE 20′S, IN OUR MOUTHS AS WELL AS ON OUR MINDS. THE RED FLAG WAS
CARRIED BY BLOOD ALLEY AND PASSED DOWN TO NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20′S.
THE SAME CAPITAL “B” HANDSIGN THAT I USE TO REPRESENT BLOOD WITH, IS ALSO
THE “B” THAT MY O/G’S USED TO REPRESENT BLOOD ALLEY BACK IN THE OLD DAYS.

WHEN SANTA KLAUS DREW UP HIS CONCLUSION HE WOULD TAKE A STANCE AS IF HE
WAS STANDING ON HIS SQUARE AS HE POSITIONED HIS BIG FEET, THROW UP HIS
PINKY AND THUMB AND SAY, “I PUT THAT ON ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOOD!!”
KLAUS TRULY HAD AN EXTRAORDINARY GIFT WHEN IT CAME TO PEOPLE. HE HAD SO
MUCH TALENT THAT HE KNEW NOT HOW TO HARNESS IT. SANTA KLAUS WAS KILLED IN
THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES, AND EVERY BIT OF TALENT THAT HE POSSESED DIED
RIGHT ALONG WITH HIM. SANTA KLAUS HAD THE POTENTIAL TO BE ONE OF THE
GREATEST AMONG US, BUT HE DIED IN THE STREET AS ANOTHER WASTED TALENT.
SHALL I BE ANOTHER WASTED TALENT TO BE GUNNED DOWN IN THE STREET AS A
VICTIM OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF MY ENVIROMENT? SHALL IT BE MY FATE TO DIE
AS NOBODY WITH NOTHIN’? WILL I HAVE NO FOUNDATION TO PASS DOWN TO MY
CHILDREN THE DAY THAT I AM HAVE BEEN MURDERED ON ADAMS BLVD. I KNOW MY
FATE. I AM NO DIFFERENT THAN THOSE THAT LAYED IN THE COFFINS THAT I HAVE
CONSTANTLY BEEN PASSING AT THEIR FUNERALS IN THE PAST RECENT MONTHS.

THE MEMORIES AND THE SPIRIT OF ISEMAN STILL INHABIT WEST ADAMS. I JUST
CAPTURED A MOMENT IN TIME TODAY. I WAS SITTING IN THE GAS STATION WHERE HE
WAS KILLED AND REALIZED, TODAY IS 2 MONTHS THAT BLOOD HAS NOT BEEN AMONG
US. I CONSTANTLY THINK OF ISEMAN. HE WAS SOMEONE THAT HAD GROWN UP IN
THE SAME STREETS THAT I HAD. HE WAS SOMEONE THAT HAD PROBLEMS JUST THE
SAME AS ME, HE WAS SOMEONE DOING THE TYPE OF THINGS THAT I DO, AND HE WAS
SOMEONE GOING THROUGH THE SAME TYPE OF THINGS THAT I GO THROUGH. HE
WISHED FOR BETTER IN THE HOOD. IN OUR LAST CONVERSATION HE WANTED TO
KNOW, WHAT IT WAS THAT WE WOULD HAVE TO DO TO HAVE OUR OWN GANG
INTERVENTION PROGRAM, IN THE 20′S. JUST THE SAME AS I AM, ISEMAN WAS TIRED
OF ALL OF THE BULLSHIT.

HE KNEW THAT IT WAS UP TO US TO BRING ABOUT ANY CHANGE. THAT
CONVERSATION TOOK PLACE 24 HOURS BEFORE HIS DEATH. WE HAVE LOST A LINK IN
OUR CHAIN AND WE ARE STILL MENDING THAT BOND. EVERYONE IS STILL DISMAYED
AND CONFUSED. YOU SEE THE BLACK CLOUD OF DEATH HAS BEEN HOVERING ABOVE
THE 20′S ALL SUMMER. ISEMAN PASSED DURING “JUNE GLOOM,” HE DID NOT GET TO
SEE THE HOT TEMPERATURES THAT AND THE BRIGHT SUNNY DAYS THAT CAME AFTER
HIS PASSING. THE STREETS THAT WE COME FROM ARE THE HARSH REALITY OF LIFE.
IT GOES DOWN RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN FOR THE WORLD TO WITNESS.

I HAVE BEEN THROUGH A LOT JUST AS WELL AS I HAVE SEEN A LOT. I SUFFER FROM
POST TRAUMATIC STRESS SYNDROME, CONSTANT ANXIETY, FRUSTRATION AND
EVERYBODY IS OUT TO GET ME. I WAS TALKIN’ WITH MY DRUNK ASS HOMIE HENDOG
ABOUT ISEMAN, AT THE THOUGHT OF THE LOSS OF ISE, HE TEARED UP AND CHOKED
ON HIS TEARS AS IF IT WAS JUNE 13TH ALL OVER AGAIN. IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS 5
ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS HAVE DIED. I CONSTANTLY ASK QUESTIONS, IS IT THAT BAD IN
WEST ADAMS (ONLY) OR IS THE REST OF L.A JUST AS BAD? I AM CONSTANTLY
LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER, BUT DEATH AVOIDS ME, FOR DEATH IS A SNEAKY
MOTHERFUCKER. DEATH NEVER CLAIMS THOSE THAT ARE SITTING THERE WAITING
TO DIE. DEATH IS ALWAYS UNEXPECTED, EVEN WHEN YOU EXPECTED IT.

BLOOD IN, BLOOD OUT, I LIGHT MY BLUNT WITH A FLAMIN’ RED LIGHTER. I NOW SET
THE WORLD A FLAME TO BE SEEN IN VISIONS OF RED. I TAKE 2 LONG PULLS FOR THE
20′S AND I BLOW RED SMOKE ALL IN THE AIR. DON’T JUDGE ME BECAUSE I GET HIGH
TO GET BY. YOU SEE THERE IS A WAR GOING ON IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD. THERE IS
NO RELIEF. THERE IS NO AIDE. THERE IS NO HUMANITARIANISM. IF YOU CAN’T
BELIEVE THERE IS A WAR GOING ON IN L.A., GET THE STATISTICS ON HOW MANY
PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SHOT, INJURED OR KILLED AS A RESULT OF GANG ACTIVITY IN
L.A. WITHIN THE LAST 30 YEARS. IF YOU DON’T THINK THESE ARE SOME OF THE
ROUGHEST STREETS IN THE WORLD, LAST YEAR LOS ANGELES WAS THE MURDER
CAPITAL OF THE UNITED STATES. 40 TO 60 PRECENT OF THAT MURDER RATE WAS
ATTRIBUTED TO THE GANGS OF LOS ANGELES.

THERE IS A LOT GOING ON AND A LOT MORE GOING DOWN. THE YOUNGSTERS WANT
STRIPES SO THEY PULL GUNS ON THE O/G’S, THE O/G’S LEFT THEM NO GUIDANCE OR
DIRECTION TO FOLLOW, SO NOW THEY ALL ARE IN THE STREETS WITH THEIR GUNS
DRAWN. ONCE AGAIN I HAVE GOT TO DEAL WITH MY POST TRAUMATIC STRESS
SYNDROME BY TAKING 2 MORE LONG PULLS FROM THE BUD, BLOOD. I STILL SAY TO
YOU, “DON’T JUDGE ME BBECAUSE I GET HIGH TO GET BY.” “B” THE DEATH OF ME AT
THE HANDS OF A YOUNG GANG MEMBER WEARING BLUE, I WILL ONLY PROLIFERATE
HIS ALPHA AND MY OMEGA. WHO KNOWS? IN THE END I MAY BE WORTH A STRIPE OR
2 TO A YOUNG CRIP. I STAY HIGH, THIS IS MY ONLY VEHICLE TO TAKE ME FROM
REALITY. WHEN MY HEAD FEELS LIKE IT IS GOING TO EXPLODE FROM THE STRESS,
ANXIETY, FRUSTRATION, REALITY AND BULLSHIT, I FIRE UP A BLUNT OF THE
CALIFORNIA “MEAN GREEN.” I ROLL A FAT ASS BLUNT, THIS IS MY ESCAPE. DON’T
JUDGE ME BECAUSE I GET HIGH TO GET BY, I AM A VICTIM OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES
OF MY ENVIROMENT.

MY NERVES ARE BAD, I AM SHELL SHOCKED, AND I HAVE HAD MORE THAN 50
ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE. I HAVE GOOD REASON TO BE PARANOID. I HAVE BEEN SHOT
IN THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES, I HAVE BEEN IN THIS FIGHT FOR ALMOST 3
DECADES NOW. IN MY OPINION, I NEED TO TAKE 2 MORE PULLS OF MY BLUNT,
BECAUSE MY POST TRAUMATIC STRESS IS MOUNTING AS I SPEAK. ONCE AGAIN
THERE IS RED SMOKE IN THE AIR. THE WORLD STARTS TO SPIN, MY MIND STARTS TO
WANDER. I DON’T NEED ANY DOCTORS PRESCRIBING ME ANY DEPRESSANTS OR
ANTI-DEPRESSANTS FOR MY POST TRAUMATIC STRESS SYNDROME. THE WEED IS
JUST FINE AND IF THE PRESSURE MOUNTS, I WILL HAVE A DOUBLE SHOT EXPRESSO
FROM STARBUCKS TO BOOST MY HIGH. I DEAL WITH MY STRESS A LOT BETTER THAN
MOST OTHERS. I KNOW GANG MEMBERS THAT ARE WORSE OFF THAN THE OLD
VIETNAM VETS. THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT, WHAT THE CONDITIONS OF WAR DO TO
THE MIND OF A MAN. SOME HAVE TURNED TO ALCOHOL, SOME ARE HOOKED ON
COCAINE, SOME SMOKE SHERM. FOR ME TO FLAME UP MY BLUNT AND HAVE A CUP
OF STRONG COFFEE. I THINK I DEAL WITH MINE QUITE WELL. WE ALL ARE TRYING TO
ESCAPE REALITY AS BEST WE CAN. SO JUST FOR ME TO FORGET THE WORLD IS
SPINNING SO FAST WHILE STRESS, ANXIETY AND FRUSTRATION CAUSE MY
DEPPRESSION, ” I GET HIGH TO GET BY.” I GREW UP IN A NEIGHBORHOOD WHERE
L.A.P.D. WOULD DRIVE THROUGH WITH A BLUE RAG TIED TO THE ANTENNA OF THIER
POLICE CAR. L.A.P.D. USE TO PICK UP BLOODS AND DROP THEM OFF IN CRIP
NEIGHBORHOODS, JUST AS WELL AS THEY USE TO PICK UP CRIPS AND DROP THEM
OFF IN BLOOD NEIGHBORHOODS, AND THIS WAS ALWAYS DONE WHERE EVER THE
RIVAL GANG HUNG OUT. RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM SO YOU WERE LEFT TO FEND FOR
YOURSELF. I HAVE BEEN BEAT UP AND SET UP BY THE SAME PEOPLE WHOS JOB IT IS
TOO PROTECT AND SERVE ME.

I AM AMONG L.A.’S O/G BLOODS. WE ARE BECOMING FEWER AND FEWER FROM
FUNERAL TO FUNERAL. WHEN I AM PAYING MY RESPECTS TO MY BLOODS, I CAN’T
HELP NOTICING THAT THERE IS ALWAYS ONE LESS OF US THAT IS PRESENT AND
ACCOUNTED FOR. THE MASSES ARE LED BY THE FEW, BUT THE FEW ARE BECOMING
FEWER.

I AM THE ” NOTORIOUS MADD RONALD1,” THERE ARE GENERATIONS OF ROLLIN’ 20′S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS UNDER ME. I AM RELATED TO THE 20′S THROUGH BLOOD
AND HISTORY. IN 1976, I WAS UNDER THE O/G’S, AS THE YOUNGEST HOMEBOY. NOW
IT IS 2003, HOW MANY ROLLIN’ 20′S NHB’S ARE UNDER ME ? THE OUTLAW ROLLIN’
20′S AND THE BRIMS ARE MY BLOOD BROTHERS JUST AS WELL AS THE
BLACK-P-STONE NATION ARE MY “PEOPLE.” THERE ARE A LOT OF HATERS, BUT WHO
GIVES A FUCK; THEY HAVE GOT TO EXIST. YOU NEVER KNOW HOW TIGHT YOUR SHIT
REALLY IS, UNTIL YOU GOT SOME NO BUSINESS-HAVIN’ ASS HATER ALL UP IN YOUR
SHIT. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE DOIN’ SOMETHIN’ RIGHT FOR ANOTHER PERSON TO FEEL
YOU TO BE IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO BE CONSTANTLY ON THEIR MINDS AND YOUR
NAME ALWAYS IN THEIR MOUTHS.

SOME MOTHERFUCKERS AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ BETTER TO DO, SO WHEN YOU SEE A
HATER, BE AS IMPORTANT AS YOU KNOW HOW TO BE. GIVE THE HATER SOMETHIN TO
TALK ABOUT, BECAUSE HE WILL BE SPEAKIN’ ON YOU ANYWAY. LET ME TAKE THIS
TIME TO GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT, BLOOD IS BLOOD!! THERE ARE NO
DIFFERENCES IN BLOODS, WE JUST COME FROM A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT PLACES. IF
YOU ARE FROM PIRU, YOU ARE A BLOOD. IF YOU ARE FROM BRIM, YOU ARE A
BLOOD, IF YOU ARE FROM FAMILY YOU ARE A BLOOD. THERE ARE BLOODS ALL
OVER THE WORLD THESE DAYS. IT IS TRUE THAT THERE IS INTERNAL STRIFE TAKING
PLACE IN OUR FAMILY, BLOOD IS STILL BLOOD. SOME HAVE FORGOTTEN THEIR
COMMITTMENTS AS BLOODS, SOME HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT BLOOD REPS
BROTHERHOOD, UNITY AND SOLIDARITY. BLOOD EVOLVES FROM RESISTANCE,
SOCIAL DISCONTENTMENT, AND OPPRESION. FROM THE BLOOD MODULE OF L.A.
COUNTY JAIL TO THE DEPTHS OF RIKERS ISLAND BLOOD IS LOVE, BLOOD IS FOR
LIFE. FROM THE ROLLIN’ 20′S NHBLOODS IN WEST ADAMS (L.A.) TO THE ROLLIN’ 20′S
NHBLOODS OF ELIZABETH (EASTWICK), NEW JERSEY AND BROOKLYN (FLATBUSH),
NEW YORK, WE BANG THE “B” 2 HARD TIMES FOR ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD
BLOODS, FROM COAST TO COAST. AS A SIGN OF RESPECT, I PASS THE FLAG TO THE
ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS ON THE EASTCOAST AND I ACKNOWLEDGE AND HONOR THEM.
BLOOD IS JUST AS MUCH A PART OF THEM AS IT IS PART OF ME.

FROM THE WESTCOAST BEACHES OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN TO THE EASTERN SEA
SHORES OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN, BLOOD IS LOVE!! FROM BELIZE TO CANADA YOU
ARE MY BLOODS SO YOU ARE MY BROTHERS. I ALWAYS POSSESS A POSITIVE
ENERGY WHEN I AM GREETED BY MY BLOODS WITH THE UTMOST RESPECT. THERE
ARE BLOODS WITH CODES, THERE ARE BLOODS WITH RANKS. SOME BLOODS GET
DOWN WITH 5 POINTS. THERE ARE EVEN BLOODS ON NATIVE RESERVATIONS. THERE
ARE BLOODS IN EVERY PENITENTIARY. FROM SAN DIEGO TO L.A. WE ARE SO
DIFFERENT BUT STILL WE ARE ONE IN THE SAME, BLOOD IS LOVE AND BLOOD IS FOR
LIFE!! I WOULD CALL YOU “DOG” YOU WOULD CALL ME “HOUND” IT’S ALL GOOD. IF
WE WERE IN THE PEN YOU MIGHT CALL ME ” DAMU,” BUT SINCE I AM IN THE STREETS
OF THE 20′S JUST CALL ME “BLOOD.”

THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE BLOOD IS BASED ON THE BLOOD BROTHERHOOD. MUCH
LOVE TO THE BLOODS ON THE EASTCOAST. IT IS AN HONOR TO KNOW OF THE
PRESERVATION OF OUR BLOOD HISTORY THAT IS TAKING PLACE THERE. IT IS AN
HONOR TO BE CONTACTED BY BLOODS FROM SO MANY DIFFERENT PLACES, TO
LEARN THAT, WHICH I DON’T MIND SHARING. IT IS IN THE NATURAL ORDER OF LIFE TO
PROTECT THE KNOWLEDGE. WHENEVER I AM ADDRESSING THE ISSUES WHATEVER
THEY MAY BE, THOSE THAT ARE INQUISITIVE, CURIOUS, OR THOSE THAT ARE HUNGRY
FOR THE TRUTH FORM A NATURAL FORMATION AROUND ME, AS IF I WAS I WAS THE
PREACHER IN THE CHURCH ON SUNDAY MORNING. YOU SEE WHENEVER YOU START
SPEAKING THE TRUTH THE KNOWLEDGE WILL SHIELD YOU FROM IGNORANCE

THERE IS NO TELLING WHAT THE FATE OF SOMEONE THAT WOULD DISRESPECT OR
INTERUPT THAT KNOWLEDGE WOULD BE. I DON’T REMEMBER HALF OF THE THINGS
THAT COME OUT OF MY MOUTH, BUT WHEN I AM SPEAKING EVERYONE REGARDS MY
WORDS AS GOSPEL. SOME BLOODS ARE GOING THROUGH FRATERNAL DISPUTES,
BUT WITH PRAYER AND GUIDANCE I HOPE TO SEE THAT SOON CEASE. FOR THE
RECORD THERE ARE NO DIFFFERNCES IN EAST AND WEST COAST BLOODS OR ANY
BLOOD ANYWHERE ELSE. BLOODS IN THE EAST CAN’T DISLIKE THE BLOODS FROM
L.A. WE ARE THE ORIGIN OF BLOOD. WE LAYED THE GROUND FOUNDATION BUT WE
DID NOT KNOW THAT BLOOD WOULD BE SO POWERFUL IN THE FUTURE. WE ARE THE
PIONEERS OF THE WESTERN FRONTIER A.K.A. THE WILD WILD WEST!! THERE IS NO
ONE BLOOD HISTORY, BECAUSE BLOOD WAS FELT IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS, IN
SO MANY DIFFERENT PLACES.THERE WERE OUTLAWS, BLOOD ALLEY, PIRUS, BRIMS,
AND ATHENS PARK, WHERE DO WE START?

THAT IS NOT EVERYBODY SO IF YOU REP A HOOD FROM L.A. LEARN ABOUT YOUR
HOOD. YOU WILL NEVER GET A UNIFIED BLOOD HISTORY. THERE ARE SO MANY
BLOODS THAT HAVE SO MANY DIFFERENT HISTORIES, BUT ALL OF THEIR HISTORIES
ARE TRUE. WE ARE ALL VERY DIFFERENT, BUT WE ARE STILL ONE IN THE SAME. I AM
TOO YOUNG TO HAVE BEEN THERE WHEN IT ALL STARTED TAKING PLACE, BUT I CAME
NOT TOO LONG AFTER IT ALL GOT STARTED. THE BLOODS IN LOS ANGELES DON’T
DISLIKE THE BLOODS FROM THE EASTCOAST. WE ARE JUST LEARNING OF Y’ALL. HOW
CAN WE DISLIKE WHAT WE DON’T REALLY KNOW ABOUT?

THE EASTCOAST HAS TAKEN BLOOD TO ANOTHER LEVEL OF THE GAME. BLOOD IS
STUDIED, HISTORY IS RECITED AND THE PROTOCOL IS ADMINISTERED FIRMLY. THE
HISTORY THAT I SPEAK OF IS HELD LIKE BIBLICAL SCRIPTURE, WHEN IT REACHES
PLACES LIKE NEW YORK AND NEW JERSEY. OUR SETTS ARE REPRODUCING OUT OF
THE RESPECT THAT THE BLOODS HAVE FOR US ON THE EASTCOAST. ANY BLOOD
THAT SPEAK OF ANOTHER BLOOD SETT IN DEROGATORY SHALL BE VIEWED AS A
CRIP. ANY BLOOD SPREADING HATE FROM BLOOD TO BLOOD SHALL BE VIEWED AS A
CRIP. ANY BLOOD UNWILLING TO DEAL WITH THEIR OWN MAN ISSUES, THAT MUST
ALWAYS INVOLVE THE MASSES IN THEIR PERSONAL BUSINESS SHALL BE VIEWED
JUST THE SAME AS A CRIP. ANY REAL BLOOD MUST FIRST BE ABLE TO STAND ALONE
BEFORE THEY CAN STAND INSIDE OF THE CROWD. NOW READ THIS!! COPY!! TAKE IT
BACK TO THE HOOD WITH YOU!! SHARE THE KNOWLEDGE WITH YOUR HOMIES!! WHEN
ASKED, WHERE DID YOU GET THIS INFORMATION FROM? YOU TELL THEM THAT YOU
GOT IT FROM, O/G/B MADD RONALD1 ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS. FOR
THOSE THAT DISAGREE, FOR THOSE THAT AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ BUT HATE FOR ME, YOU
KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME (THE WESTSIDE 20′S). I AIN’T NEVER GONNA PLEASE
EVERYBODY, SO WHY SHOULD I TRY?

WE ARE ALL FIGHTING TO LIVE AND WE ARE LIVING TO DIE. WE ARE BLOOD, BLOOD IS
WHAT MAKES A FAMILY OF MANY BECOME A NATION OF ONE. WHEN I DIE, DRAPE MY
COFFIN WITH A 20 FOOT RED FLAG. LET IT NOT BE A LONG DRIVE, FOR THE
CEMETARY IS ONLY ON NORMANDIE AND WASHINGTON. HOLD MY SERVICE AT ONE
OF THE BIG CHURCHES ON ADAMS BLVD. MAY MY BODY BE TRANSPORTED TO
ROSEDALE CEMETARY BY HORSE DRAWN CARRIAGE. LET THOSE THAT LOVED ME
NOT DRIVE TO THE GRAVEYARD. ALLOW THEM TO TAKE THIS LAST STROLL TOGETHER
AS THEY FOLLOW WHAT IS NOW THE DEAD BODY OF MADD RONALD1, DOWN ADAMS
BLVD. THEY WILL REMEMBER HIM FOR ALL OF THE SELFLESS ACTS THAT HE
COMMITTED, IN HIS SHORT TIME ON EARTH. THERE WILL BE NO NEED FOR TEARS,
BECAUSE WHATEVER PAIN HE FELT IN LIFE, HE NO LONGER WILL FEEL IN DEATH.
EVERYONE THAT HAS EVER HAD THE CHANCE TO MEET MADD RONALD WILL
REMEMBER HIM AS A MAGICAL PERSON THAT POSSESSED AN EXTRAORDINARY
ENERGY, THAT CAPTIVATED THE MINDS OF ALL THAT HAVE EVER COME IN CONTACT
WITH HIM.

THE QUESTION IS, WAS I JUST ANOTHER WASTED TALENT? AS MASSES OF PEOPLE
FILL THE STREET, AS IF THIS WAS A PARADE, THE PEOPLE OF WEST ADAMS WOULD
HAVE THEIR LAST CHANCE TO PAY THEIR RESPECTS TO A REAL O/G THAT TRULY
LOVED EVERYONE. NO ONE WOULD EVER UNDERSTAND WHAT HIS PURPOSE WAS ON
EARTH. ON THAT DAY MADD RONALD WILL BE DEAD AND HISTORY WILL HAVE TO
WRITE ITSELF. THIS WILL BE MY LAST STROLL, THE LAST MARCH. EVERYONE KNOWS
HOW MUCH I LOVE TO BE ON THE BOULEVARD. THIS WILL BE MY LAST PASS-THRU.
THERE WILL BE A 21 GUN SALUTE AT THE CEMETARY, AS BLOODS FROM ALL OVER
THE WORLD STAND IN SILENCE. FOR SOME THE ONLY SIGHT THAT THEY WILL EVER
HAVE OF THE NOTORIOUS MADD RONALD1 IS WHAT THEY SAW LAYIN’ IN THE COFFIN.
SOME WILL BE TOTAL STRANGERS. SOME WILL ONLY KNOW OF HIM FROM
WHATEVER THEY HAD READ FROM HIM ON THE INTERNET. SOME WILL FEEL THAT
THEY DID KNOW ME, BECAUSE OF THE GREAT IMPACT THAT HIS WRITING HAS HAD ON
THEIR LIVES. THE SHOVELS WILL ALL HAVE RED FLAGS TIED AROUND THEIR HANDLES
AS THEY ARE PASSED FROM BLOOD TO BLOOD. EVERYONE WILL WANT TO PAY THEIR
LAST RESPECT TO ME, BY MAKING SURE THAT THEY BURIED ME PROPERLY.
HOMEBOYS AND HOMEGIRLS WILL TAKE TURNS HELPING TO BURY ME AS A LAST
SIGN OF RESPECT.

I WATCHED “SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK” IN THE LIVINGROOM ON SATURDAY MORNING AS
I PLAYED WITH MY HOT WHEELS TRACK.. MY FATHER AND HIS (PLAYER) PARTNERS
SIT AROUND THE DINING ROOM TABLE TOSSIN’ UP THE GAME, WHILE BREAD IS
BROKEN. SAM COOKE IS CROONING OVER THE COMPONENT SET ON A 45′. HE SAYS,”
IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME, BUT CHANGE IS GONNA COME.” STRUGGLES ARE BRED
THROUGH POVERTY AND OPPRESSION ADD SOCIAL DISCONTENT AND BLOOD WILL
EVOLVE. FROM THE AIR THAT I BREATHE TO THE BLOOD THAT I BLEED, BLOOD IS FOR
LIFE. MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF MY BLOOD BROTHERS AND SISTERS BECAUSE BLOOD IS
LOVE (BLOODLOVE). I NOW TAKE 2 FINAL PULLS FROM THE BLUNT AS I BLOW RED
SMOKE IN THE AIR, FOR THE LAST TIME. ONCE AGAIN, I FORM MY FINGERS AND
THUMB INTO A CAPITAL “B”, I BANG THAT “B” AGAINST MY HEART 2 HARD TIMES FOR
ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS, I THEN KISS THAT “B” AND EXTEND IT
TOWARD THE RED SUN. “B” SAFE 20 MINUTES.

A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: TO EXIST IS TO CO-EXIST WITH OTHERS NO MATTER
WHAT THEIR DIFFERENCES OR OPPOSITIONS ARE. SO GOOD AND EVIL MUST
COINCIDE IN ORDER TO EXIST.

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