LaCapiCapire:"I HAD HIT TWICE IN PRISON THE FIRST TIME WAS WITH TWO TRYES AND THE SECOND. WITH TWO BLOODS AND A LATIN KING... SHIT GOT BLOODY, AND I HAD TO GET STITCHED UP; I'M STILL SCARD. IWAS THIRSTY THOUGH; IT'S SOMETHING ABOUT SAVORING THE FLAVOR OF ONES OWN BLOOD THAT WILL QUENCH THE BLOOD THIRST OF ANY MAN. IT WAS POETIC, AS MY BACK WAS AGAINST THE WALL; YET, I EMERGED AGAINST THE ODDS COVERED IN MY OWN BLOOD VICTORIOUS LIKE THE SPLITTING IMAGE OF A WARRIOR, A SURVIVOR. "WE SHOW LOVE TO THE SOUL SURVIVORS'... VICTORIANS. BLOW FOR BLOW I NEVER FELL; SO I DIDN'T FOLD, I REBELLED. MY STROLE BEHIND THE PRISON WALLS BECAME ASSERTIVE AND NOTEABLE, ;AS I STOOD ON THE VISICOUS NATURE OF KILLAHS LIKE,'' NIGGA FUCK YOU".., I HAD TO BE CHECKED. THE BLOOD MOBS STACKED RANK OVER ME AND DROPPED A 205 CHICAGO SAVAGE ON MY BOUNTY. AS HE PROCLAIMED PRINCE OF THE GAME, MURDER GAME THAT IS; HE STACKED ON ME AND MOBBED UP. HE REALLY HAD TO MUCH WEIGHT FOR ME TO BANG IT OUT WITH HIM. THEY KNEW THAT WHEN THEY SHOT THE CROSS. THEY WANTED ME DEAD. SINCE HIS FATER WAS ORDAINED A PRINCE OF THE STREETS IN CHICAGO, IT WAS ENFORCED THAT I MUST FOLD ON HIM. HOW DO YOU FOLD FOR A MAN WHO'S ONLY OBJECTIVE IS TO KILL YOU? YOU DON'T! IT'S GAME TIME... IT'S POLITICS TO THIS KILLAH SHIT FOR THE UNDER DOGG, ME... SO I PUT IN WORK, LIKE___THE YOUNG DON GOT GAME. I WAS ON SOME KILLAH SHIT ANYWAY, BUT IT WAS THERE TURF WITH NO WHERE TO RUN. I HAD TO BE SMART, BUT I KNEW I WOULD HAVE TO BANG OUT. SO,,,, THIS IS WHAT I DID.... I POLITICED AND PUT IN WORK AS I WATCHED THE CROSSES AND LET THE BLOOD PASS OVER ME. I'MA SCRAPPY LIL NIGGA, SO I'M ON EVERYTHING: EVERY LICK, EVERY MOVE, EVERY HUSTLE, EVERY CHANCE... EVERY BREATH.....EVERY STEP... EVERYTHING.... I WAS PATIENT AS I CONTINUED TO SPIT THIS WORD PLAY AT THE HEARTS OF KILLAHS LOOKING FOR A WEAKNESS IN THE STRUCTURES AND ORDERS. MY GAME SO TIGHT, I'M SO SMOOTH ON A HITTA, '' MURDER GAME VET.'' I KEPT ITS O COLD BLOODED, SO CONCEALED, THE GUERILLA IN ME... IT MOVE SO SWIFT, SO FLUID, YET SO TAMED, SO DISCIPLINED, SO SILENT LIKE A SMILE THATS SAYS, PLAYA YOU CAN'T SEE ME. THE FLOW SO PERCIISE THAT IT MAKES WARFARE POETIC; I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE GAME... AN IMPERIAL JEWELL TRANSFERED IN IN THE MIST, AND HE WANTED RANK. I READ THE CROSSES ON HIM, "THIS NIGGA VIOLATING"...PLUS HE FRONTED ME; SO, I WENT IN ON HIM LIKE,''BET, I'MA GET MY RANK UP ONE HIM..." I NEEDED THE CLAT ANYWAY TO SURVIVE SO I PLAYED FOR THE LOCK. THE GAME FROZE UP LIKE THE HEAVENS KNEW I WAS ABOUT THAT ISSUE,'' MY RESPECT WAS TAKEN, NOT GIVEN"... WELL PLACED WITH A TIMING THAT SAID MOVE ON THIS NIGGA....ON THE COMPOUND AT THE TIME THERE WERE INMATES, THE REST WERE STILL IN THE UNITS; WE CALL'EM HOUSE CATS, THEY DON'T RUN THE YARD WITH THE BIGG DAWGS, THE WOLVES, THE SAVGES, THE WORST... I CHOSE THE PACK; CALL IT FAITH IN ONESELF... I SAID TO MYSELF AS I APPROACHED HIM AND THE HOMIES HE HAD BEEN STROLLING ON THE YARD WITH, "EVERY KNEE SHALL BOW"...''I BANG OUT''... I KNEW WERE I WANTED TO PLACE THE BLOW, UNDER THE RIGHT EAR IN THE JOINT BETWEEN THE NECK, SKULL, AND, JAWBONE. I INTENDED TO PUT FEAR IN THAT MAN AND EVERY OTHER HITTA ON THE COMPOUND THAT BELIEVED THAT I WOULDN'T MOVE ON THEM. I HAD TO HURT HIM, I HAD TO SHATTER HIM, I HAD TO SMASH HIM.... I NEEDED HIM ALIVE THOUGH FOR THE WORD OF MOUTH. I NEEDED HIS TESTIMONY IN THE POLITICS IN ORDER FOR THIS MOVE TO FOLD THE RANKS; SO, I DIDN'T FINISH...''KILLAH SHIT''... SINCE HE FRONTED ME LIKE A KILLAH, I PLAYED IT LIKE A KILLAH... SO, AS A SLUNG MY SAVAGE INTO THE NIGGA, I ASKED HIM,''WHAT'S UP KILLAH?" THE COLD BLOODS... THE BEAST WAS IN HIM... ME... I-BEAST... IT SHATTERED HIS FAITH IN HIMSELF AND ALL THE GANGSTA THAT I THOUGH I SAW IN HIS EYES BUCKLED AS HIS BODY ROCKED. THE FEAR IN HIS SOUL ECHOED IN HIS VOICE FROM THE VISCIOUS BLOW AS HE REPLIED PLEADING, "HOLD UP BRAH"... I WAS DISAPOINTED, MY ADRENALINE PUMPIN, THERE WAS NO FIGHT IN HIM. I SHATTERED HIM... HE WAS SHOOK, BUT STILL STANDING; I COLLECTED MYSELF AND PLACED THE OVERHAND LEFTS AND RIGHTS THAT LANDED IN A SEQUENCE OF THREE, DECLARING THAT YOU NIGGAS CAN GET IT, AND ASSERTED THAT HOMIE COULDN'T STAND WITH ME. THE BLOWS WERE HEAVY ENOUGH TO BREAK HIS SPIRIT AND HE RAN. BEFORE HE COULD RETREAT, RECOVER, OR RETALIATE,; I CAUGHT HIM WITH ANOTHER OVER HAND RIGHT THAT DROPPED HIS ASS. HE ROLLED OVER AND TRIED TO RECOVER. BEFORE HE COULD GET UP I RAN INTO HIM WITH TWO MORE HEAVY HANDED BLOWS THAT LANDED SOLID ON THE SIDE OF HIS DOME. EACH SHOT WAS DECLARED ANOINTED AS THEY LANDED WITH THE GRACE OF THE MEEK.

THERE IS FREEDOM IN DESIRE THAT IS ENSLAVED BY FEAR. A FEAR THAT KEEPS US FROM BEING OUR TRUTHS. THEN OUR TRUTHS ARE LOST TO OUR LIES AND OUR REFLECTION IS NO LONGER US...

 Gangsta Everlasting The Godfather... Young Love the Poet: LaCapiCapire, "Sidney De`jon"... I DIDN'T DESIGN MY LIFE FOR THOSE AROUND ME; IT WAS MY LIFE, AND I HAD EVERY INTENTION ON LIVING MY POTENTIALS WITH NO REGARDS TO THE SENARIO. IF I COULD HIT SOME PUSSY, THEN I WAS GONE FUCK... IF I WANTED TO OUT A NIGGA, THEN I WAS GONE BUST... MY MIND WAS LIVE FOR ME, NO LOVE FOR US; SO, WE COULDN'T BE, BECAUSE I WAS ABOUT I. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. " YOUR RESPECT MEANS NOTHING TO ME, BUT YOUR DISRESPECT WILL BE TAKEN INTO CONCIDERATION WITH A VICIOUS INTENT. "I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO RESPECT AND I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO LOVE. THAT WHICH I RESPECT I RESPECT I LOVE, AND THAT WHICH I LOVE IS TO BE RESPECTD; FOR THAT WHICH I LOVE IS THAT WHICH I DIE FOR"... LaCapicapire: Sidney De`jon... SOME NIGGAS BORN TO BE LOVED, NOT ALL OF THE LOVE IN RETURN... MY FAVORITE MEMORY IS THE MAN I WANTED TO BE; MY MOST PAINFUL ONE IS THE MAN I BECAME. DON'T WORRY ABOUT WHO I WAS WORRY ABOUT WHO I AM... Young Love the Poet: LaCapiCapire, "Sidney De`jon"... Don't ever speak in my presence over the Almighty Dollar. I know what to Love.