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• Wednesday, September 20, 2006 08:07 AM

  Gang War

  So the top shot-caller puts it out, a major, major dis on the other guys and everybody on the street is like, “What the fuck?”, because everybody knows this top guy is savvy, he knows exactly what kind of shit he just stirred up. The other guys say it ain’t over yet. They already burned a couple places and they hit one of their women, shot her in the back.

  The talk on the street is war, that the top guy who put out the dis aint safe. Who knows? With whack guys like these who’s gonna predict anything? Check it out – the top guys all totally gave up sex, like that’s gonna get em somewhere, like that aint totally whack. Turns out (no shit !) it did get em somewhere – a whole lot of these top guys end up bein punks, messin with little boys. Their protection held for a while, but then it was no good, so couple of em end up goin in for some time. But it’s like nobody gives a shit, like forget about how whack this organization is. They got their women lined up on some weird shit too. No sex for them either. One of them takes a hit after the top shot-caller’s dis, then she says she forgives the guys who hit her! Maybe they shoulda forgave those top guys punkin the little boys, maybe a little forgiveness woulda put a stop to them messin with the little boys.

  Yeah on the street they’re askin “What was this top guy thinkin?” Thing is, he don’t have to care. Check out his bling-bling. Whatever kinda fear and protection he’s peddlin, it’s givin him the juice.

  —J.C. Miller Read J.C. Miller's other letters
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