“Keepin’ the “B” in it” By Ronald Chatman 8-12-03

EVERY HUMAN BEING SHARES 2 COMMON FEARS, FEAR OF THEMSELVES AND FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN. I SAY OURSELVES, BECAUSE AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER IN OUR LIVES WE ALL HAVE GOT TO DEAL WITH THE DEMONS THAT LURK WITHIN OUR MINDS. WHEN A MAN IS LOCKED AWAY FROM THE WORLD AND ISOLATED THE ONLY PERSON THAT HE HAS TO CONTEND WITH IS HIMSELF. WHEN THAT SAME ISOLATED MAN INFLICTS GREAT BODILY INJURY TO HIMSELF, WHO WAS HIS WORSE ENEMY? WAS IT OR WAS IT NOT HIMSELF? THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND IS CAPABLE OF AWAKENING AN AVALANCHE OF GUILT. OLD MEMORIES CAN SOMETIMES BE YOUR WORSE NIGHTMARE. WHEN I WAS AN ADMINISTRATIVE SEGREGATION INMATE IN ONE OF CALIFORNIAS PRISONS, I HAD TO CONTEND WITH MYSELF. THE THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES OF THE PAST FLOODED MY MIND. I HAD NOT YET REALIZED THAT I NOW HAD A DAUGHTER THAT I HAD TO LIVE FOR. I WAS STILL YOUNG MYSELF. I THINK I WAS 20 YEARS OLD. THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAD SEEN RONISHA, SHE WAS 1 YEAR OLD. SHE HAD NO IDEA, WHO THIS STRANGER WAS THAT HAD PICKED HER UP. SHE HAD NOT KNOWN THAT NOW SHE HAD SOMEONE ELSE IN HER LIFE, THAT WOULD GIVE THEIR OWN LIFE IN ORDER TO SEE HER LIVE. SO YOU KNOW THAT I HAD DEMONS TO DEAL WITH WHEN I WAS IN THAT HOLE. I REMEMBERED ALL OF THE JOY AND PAIN OF THE PAST THAT WAS MEANT TO BE DEALT WITH BY THE PERSON THAT FELT IT. THE UNKNOWN IS ANOTHER DEFINITE FACTOR OF FEAR. EVERYONE HAS HAD A FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN. THE SENSE OF NOT KNOWING WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT. WHEN IT IS TIME TO BE SENTENCED OR FOUND GUILTY OR INNOCENT BY A JUDGE OR A JURY IS BASED ON THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN, BECAUSE IT INVOLVES WAITING FOR A VERDICT. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER FOR SHIT TO JUST JUMP OFF AND HAPPEN, AT LEAST IT HAPPENED BEFORE YOU KNEW IT. THERE WAS NO TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT. THAT’S THE BEST WAY. NO STRESS, NO TENSION. WHENEVER YOU ENTER A ROOM FULL OF STRANGERS, YOU GET AN UNEASY FEELING ABOUT BEING THERE. THAT’S PARTIALLY THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN COMBINED WITH THE NEED OF ACCEPTANCE. YOUR FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN WILL DISAPPEAR ONCE YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO THAT GROUP OF PEOPLE. EVERYONE HAS A GREAT NEED OF ACCEPTANCE. WHEN YOU GO ON A JOB INTERVIEW, YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT THE INTERVIEWER ACCEPTING YOU. IF YOU GET THE JOB YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR CO-WORKERS ACCEPTING YOU. THE CYCLE NEVER STOPS. ACCEPTANCE IS NECESSARY INSIDE OF ANY SOCIAL ENVIROMENT. EVEN THOUGH I AM O/G/B MADD RONALD1 FROM NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS AND YOU ARE WHOEVER YOU ARE, THERE ARE NO DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE 2 OF US. IN YOUR EYES YOU CAN’T SEE ANY CIVILITY OR INTELLECT AMIDST L.A.’S MASSES OF GANG MEMBERS. HERE I STAND BEFORE YOU, STRAIGHT FROM THE STREETS OF WEST ADAMS (LOS ANGELES). AM I A SCHOLAR OF WHAT I SPEAK? CHALLENGE MY INTELLECT AND FIND OUT. BUDDHA COULD HAVE CHOSEN TO LOOK AT LIFE THROUGH A CLOSED WINDOW, BUT INSTEAD HE CHOSE TO LIVE IT FOR HIMSELF. I WRITE TO YOU FROM THE DEPTHS OF L.A.’S UNDERBELLY OF GANGSTERISM. I DWELL THE STREETS OF WEST ADAMS AMONG MY BLOOD BROTHERS. ISEMAN WAS AMONG MY BLOOD BRETHREN, WE WERE HOMEGROWN BLOODS STRAIGHT OUT OF THE 20’S. I THINK IT ALL STARTED FOR ME WHEN I WAS 8 YEARS OLD; I AM 36 YEARS OLD NOW. I AM ORIGINALLY A BI-CENTENIAL BLOOD. 1976 WAS THE BI-CENTENIAL YEAR. EVERYBODY THAT ALREADY BANGED BEFORE 1976 WERE CONSIDERED O/G’S. THOSE OF US THAT CAME ON THE SETT IN 1976 AND AFTER WERE CONSIDERED BI-CENTENIAL. THAT WAS ACTUALLY A TERM OF DISRESPECT LIKE CALLING SOMEONE NEW BOOTY. IT IS NOW 28 YEARS LATER. I TAKE PRIDE IN THE FACT THAT I WAS A BI-CENTENIAL BLOOD. NOW I AM AN O/G AND NO ONE HAS THE RIGHTS TO CALL ME A BI-CENTENIAL. I REMEMBER THE FUNK FESTIVAL AT THE L.A. COLISEUM. I REMEMBER RIDING THE R.T.D. (BUS) CARRYING MY BIG ASS GHETTO BLASTER RADIO, WHILE 1580 KDAY WAS BUMPIN’ KNEE DEEP BY PARLIMENT. THIS BLOOD SHIT BELONGS TO ME. I LIVED IT, I BANGED IT. WE WERE THE CHANGING OF THE GUARD IN L.A. WE WERE THE GENERATION THAT BROUGHT IT ALL TO THE TABLE. BLOOD IS FOR LIFE. I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH THE NEWS TO KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THE WORLD. THE WORLD WAS GOING ON RIGHT OUTSIDE MY FRONT DOOR. I AM A SURVIVOR. WHAT MAKES A SURVIVOR IS THE FACT THAT HE KNEW WHAT IT TOOK TO STAY ALIVE FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS. IF HE DIDN’T, SOMEONE WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM BY NOW. MY FATHER ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT, “FOOLS DIE YOUNG.” I HAVE BEEN A BLOOD FROM THE 20’S FOR THE PAST 28 YEARS, DOES THAT MAKE ME A FOOL? I READ SOMEWHERE THAT,” YOUNG MEN ARE FOR WAR AND OLD MEN ARE FOR COUNSEL.” THE OLD WILL EVENTUALLY PERISH AND THE YOUNG WILL INHERIT THE EARTH. THOSE THAT SURVIVE WILL BE THE OLD WISEMEN THAT COUNSEL WAR. LET ME TAKE THIS SHIT BACK TO THE HOOD FOR YOU. A PINKY AND A THUMB LACED WITH 2 FINGERS,IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW HOW IT WAS DONE. IF YOU STILL DON’T KNOW I BANG THAT WITH A CAPITAL “B”. YOU SEE NO MATTER HOW TALENTED I MAY BE, I HAVE GOT TO KEEP IT REAL SO YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE GOT TO KEEP THE “B” IN IT. MY BLOODS KNOW JUST WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. BERISOUSLY, WE “B” BICKIN’ BACK & “B”IN’ BOOL. Chillin’ on 23rd Street in the N’s, 2003 I AM NOT SOME FAKE ASS INTERNET GANGSTER! I WALK THE TURF AND BANG THE “B” EVERYDAY. THE INTERNET IS JUST SOMETHING THAT I STUMBLED UPON. I DIDN’T THINK I HAD ANY WRITING TALENTS, I WAS JUST FUCKIN’ AROUND WHEN I HAD WRITTEN “THE WAR ON US FROM WITHIN US.” SINCE THEN THERE HAS BEEN A GREAT DEMAND TO READ MY WRITING. SOMEDAY, I MIGHT STOP PROCRANSTINATING AND FINALLY PUBLISH A BOOK OF SOME SORT. I WOULD HAVE THE CHANCE TO EXPOSE THE WORLD TO THE HARSH REALITY OF MY WORLD. I WOULD LOVE TO CONSOLIDATE MY STREET CREDENTIALS ALONG WITH MY RESPECT AND STAND BEFORE THE PUBLIC ELABORATING ON GANG POLITICS. THAT WOULD BE MY SPECIALTY. I WOULD HAVE THE CHANCE TO SHARE MY VIEWS AND OPINIONS WITH THE PUBLIC. I COULD END UP AT YOUR CHILDS SCHOOL BEING INTEROGATED BY A CLASS OF 12 YEAR OLDS, THAT WANT TO KNOW, FOR WHAT REASONS SHOULD THEY NOT GANG BANG? I HAD ONCE SPOKEN TO A CLASS OF TEENS AT A PROBATION SCHOOL ON CRENSHAW BLVD IN L.A. I MIGHT DECIDE TO MAKE PUBLIC SPEAKING MY JOB SOMEDAY. EVEN THOUGH MY VIEWS MAY BE ADVERSE AND OUTSIDE OF THE BOX, DON’T YOU EVER FORGET THAT I AM STILL A BLOOD. I AM KEEPIN’ THE “B” IN IT STAYIN’ O/G WESTSIDE NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN’ 20’S BLOOD. FOR ALL OF YOU NON-BELIEVERS,CHECK OUT MY GANGSTA ASS FLICK. THAT IS HOW WE ARE GETTIN’ DOWN IN THE DOVES. THE LOWRIDER BELONGS TO Y/G/B QUICK FROM WESTSIDE NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20’S BLOODS. SO IF YOU COME THROUGH THE 20’S TALKIN’ LOWRIDIN’ DON’T BE SURPRISED IF A “DOVELIFE” PLAQUE PASSES YOU ON 3 WHEELS. SO BE PREPARED AND KEEP YOUR BATTERIES HOT. THE HOMEBOY JAYBIRD MIGHT COME FLOATIN’ THROUGH IN THE ‘LAK ON GOLD DAYTONS ROLLIN’ ON 3 WHEELS. IN THIS PICTURE YOU SEE THE PINKY AND THUMB, ALONG WITH THOSE 2 FINGERS THAT I ALWAYS SPEAK OF. I AM ON YAHOO AND AOL MESSENGER (ronr20s) and MSN MESSENGER (MADRONR20S) EVERY NIGHT AFTER 12:00 MIDNIGHT(WEST COAST TIME). EVERYBODY IS GOOD FOR 5 OR 10 MINUTES TO CHAT, SO HOLLA. I HAVE GOT TO THANK THE HOMEBOYS AND HOMEGIRLS FROM THE 20’S FOR HONORING MY BIRTHDAY (AUGUST 2ND) DOVE LOVE TO YOU ALL. I WISH THAT I COULD REPRESENT THE “B” BY BANGIN ‘ROLLIN’ 20’S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOOD FOREVER, BUT THEN THE STRESS AND REALITY OF LIFE KICK ME IN THE ASS AND BRING ME BACK DOWN TO EARTH.TO THE WORLD MUCH LOVE. KEEP READING FROM THE PAGES OF THIS BLOODS. LIFE. STAY SAFE. O/G/B MADD RONALD1 NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS ROLLIN’ 20’S A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: TREASURE YOUR MEMORIES OVER YOUR MONEY. IN DEATH YOU WILL BE TAKING YOUR MEMORIES WITH YOU, NOT YOUR MONEY.

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