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  • Владата Име: Tewhan Батлер
  • Регистрирај се Број: 26852-050
  • Возраст:34
  • Време служев:11 години
  • Роден град:Исток портокал, NJ
  • Реченица:30 години.
  • Тековната задолжен:РИКО
  • Алијас:Масакрот
  • Датум на издавање:2029
  • Затвор Припадност:Крв (Двојно II / QSBG)
  • Круг на влијание:Altariq Gumbs, Emmanuel Jones, Лестер Alford, Marco Мигел Робертсон, Pele Brown, Дејвид зујат, Џермејн Реј, Марко Мартин, Michael Simpson, Omar Остин, Quaheem Едвардс, Torvos Симпсон, Винсент Gamboa
  • Институција:USP McCreary
  • Тука, мојот живот зад решетки нуди разбирање за оние од вас кои вложување во "животот" без разбирање на нејзините последици: на катастрофа, на пречките и патување мора да патуваат сами кога чеканот е тресна, вашиот мобилен е заклучен и светлата излегувам.

Pardon the Truth Gangstas


A bus just rolled in the other day, and as always I’m there to see the new arrivals and check the temperature of those who may enter the terror-dome with something other than peace on their mind. As I strolled into the chow hall, a few trusted komrades in tow, I recognized a familiar face. This dude was a street reputable. He was known to stack millions, and this was back in my day, so his street notoriety was mountain high. Before he could spot me, I chilled the way only I could, and watched his demeanor. Something seemed strange. Овој street gangsta and I hadn’t really had too many personal run-ins in the town, thus being he was from Dirty Jerz he was considered a homeboy here in the feds. Да, this shit is way geographical. A guy you have never known, never seen before, let alone spoken to, is now your homeboy just because you share the same last three digits in your federal register number.

Back to it. As I watched, he paced slowly through the chow line carefully scanning his surroundings. Навистина, I could’ve read a lot into his constant head swinging, but being cautious in the pen is necessary and so I overlooked this погледнете. Сепак, as he got closer, we locked eyes and there it was. FEAR! This dude was petrified. His money couldn’t carry him, nor his neighborhood crew of bodyguards. He now had to stand alone. Easy, or so you would think, but ten toes down, главата горе, and chest out is very complex for those who went many years playing the part. Anybody could be somebody as long as they kept their ass in their city streets. But in this system nobody cares about any of that, and by the look in his eyes, he must’ve gotten the memo. Искрено, I wasn’t surprised. There are many who you’ve seen in recent years flossing their jewels or posting selfies with bottles of Ace of Spades, a few bottle girls around, and ice grills straight out of Compton, who caught federal cases only to be sent off into this place where one has any choice but to be a man amongst men or fold like a lawn chair, and they get quieter than choir boys. After looking and laughing inside, he approached with his hand out. “What’s going on?” Прашав. As you all know I’ve been walking inside these federal pens for the last nine years and have been held captive for the past fourteen, so I knew this look well. The humor I found in it wasn’t just because, but one of my talk being supported by my walk. Не, all days for me haven’t been easy and things HAVE gotten thicker than movie-scripted war scenes, thus I’m still standing. This million dollar man whose money shielded him on the outside was left courageously poor behind the wall and this was Saturday Night Live funny, in my opinion. He was looking for help. Не, that might be the wrong word. He was looking for was protection. That I couldn’t offer him. Everybody when posed with tough choices use the “I’m a man” statement to get out of their personal responsibilities. You know like, it’s time to put that work in, and your number has been called. The quickest response to duck that rec is “I ain’t no send off. I’m a man.” И, како човек, he nor anyone else should be behind these walls looking for protection, I mean help. He was best to get it how he lived. I know this seems a bit uncaring or cold, but what I see it as is the truth. When those bottles were poppin’ and thousands were being spent on females whose names they wouldn’t remember in the morning, I and the many were here being men. No protection, no help!

Rich ass homeboys who stopped answering your calls when the unavailable popped up on the screen, pop up in prison and want help from the men. My advice is to stay rich! Stay free! Behind these walls a man’s wealth has nothing to do with his money!

Pardon the truth Gangstas.


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