So despite my resolve to start drinking again, it became obvious to me that it wasnt gonna happened tonight. I called a friend to see if we could kick it and they said cool. I got there and of course we needed treats, no one wanted to go to the store with me except P.. P is a really good guy, so we try to figure out what we want. Since my teeth are fucked anyways im like pepsei, ice cream choclates and 10% cream. We start walking back and say shit we forgot to get ice. Cause anyone who knows me knows that I need ice in my pepsi. P. says to me ” i thought you were guerilla and all, when the shit goes down there wont be ice in the jungle” I start laughing and we head back and put on the old connan. We start talking about weapons, Sumeria, The god particle and how if there was life on other planets they wont care about us till we find the god particle, and start realizing we are one race. And its all him, talking. Hes talking amazing stuff.
From what I know about P. hes from the US, his life makes mine look like leave it to beaver and hes proud of his rag. His rag and crew are his family. What else i know is that whatever shit hes done his soul is pure. He treats wimmin like gold, hes shy in terms of relationships and when he loves he will die for that love. When he is among students he wont say a word, which is really bad, cause they can learn alot from him. We start talking about my blog, the magazine we are starting and the hip hop project we are trying to get a grant from. He shows me his new song, its about abuse and how fucked up it is. I promise him i will get him a studio to do his shit in and i intent to keep that promise.
Several years ago there was a snitch that fucked over many people, he took a certain kitchen tool and when he found him he wiped off his gang tattoo flesh and all. A very brutal act. Although I would never condone it I understand why he had to do it, if he didnt do it alot worst shit would have happenned and the only way to stop people from tal;king to the cops is making them more scared of you then the cops. Still it was brutal and reason does not wipe away the brutality.
Yet talking to him you still see the love and hope in his heart and how he will be the first to help an old lady or a fucked up friend who needs pepsi. He doesnt brag about what he did, he did what he had to do. And he still loves. He helps whenever he can and puts the people first. He stops fights and hates brutalitry even if it is him that committed it. Our movement can learn alot from him Do what must be done yet still love