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  • Ríkisstjórn Name: Tewhan Butler
  • Kennitala: 26852-050
  • Aldur:34
  • Tími Borið:11 ár
  • Home Town:East Orange, NJ
  • Setning:30 ár.
  • Núverandi Hleðsla:RICO
  • Alias:Fjöldamorð
  • Útgáfudagur:2029
  • Prison Tengsl:Blóð (Double ii / QSBG)
  • Hring áhrifum:Altariq Gumbs, Emmanuel Jones, Lester Alford, Marco Miguel Robertson, Pele Brown, David Drone, Jermaine Ray, Marcus Martin, Michael Simpson, Omar Austin, Quaheem Edwards, Torvos Simpson, Vincent Gamboa
  • Stofnun:USP McCreary
  • Hér, líf mitt bak við lás og slá upp skilning þá sem hættuspil inn 'líf' og engin skilning á afleiðingum þess: The mótlæti, hindranir og ferðin verður maður ferðast einn þegar gavel er skellti, klefi er læst og ljósin fara út.

New Year Resolution? Revolution!

new-year-2016

The ball has dropped. It’s a new year. For most it’s the same ol’ story, making promises one won’t keep and constant pump-faking in the paint. Who you fooling?

What you want today you should have been working towards yesterday. What’s to make the difference for tomorrow? A new year, no new friends, so what’s to change? Resolution? I’m thinking more along the lines of revolution. No more Jamars, Walters, and Freddies. No more Dolezals pretending like white is the new black. No more shameless, self-promoting aðgerðasinnar. A push forward without the two steps back. It’s one hell of a fight to make it when the ones you spent the night popping bottles with are the ones secretly praying on your downfall.

On this end, the new year really means little. Everyday I wake is not a new beginning, but the start to a new end. Only two dates matter for me. Not Christmas. Not January 1. My arrest date. And my release date. I remember the many new year’s eves I spent a young gunna, wasting bullets, shooting in the air, fronting in the club watching mami from a distance do much more than dance. Trust, she wasn’t doing the nae nae or dabbin’ back in those times, and neither was I. I came to prison and shit aint been the same since.

This new year, yeah I’m cuttin’ off all suckas and all bird b#$&ches, off the rip. The game don’t change now that the new year has risen, only the players. 2016 probably means tighter jeans, more fake belts, more knock off bags, more flawed diamonds, and lord knows what else.

New years? It’s the old ones I miss. You know ’88 when the pushas didn’t mock the game and everything was for real. Or ’95 when Raekwon dropped the purple tape and the Wu already made it clear cash ruled.

Kannski, just maybe, we’ll make some resolutions and stick to them. There are some of us who . . . never mind, fuck it.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY !!!!

  

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