Island Bros

When I first started here a while back, there was this "essay" gangsta dude, all tatted up with jailhouse tats n shit, that would come by almost eurday. He was cool. you see, the thing bout gangstas n shit that I learned over the years is that you can compare em with dogs. You know how those lil bitty fag dogs like Chihuahuas n yorkies n shit are always barking their heads off goin outta their fukin minds? and generally, the big dogs,(I have to add,"from good owners." cause those fucked up owners who treat their dogs like shit really fuck up the "infrastructure.") don't bark all that much. Cause they're,"Big dogs," you know? they aint got nothing to prove or front. but the little ones can get smacked down quick so they try to have a bark thats "big." Well, in the world of gangstas n shit, in all aspects actually, same shit usually applies. The ones who do call the shots are generally pretty cool cats. they aint got nothing to prove. They know who the fuk they is. and then you get the punkass, lil dick bitches that walk around with that exaggerated strut and that constant scowl on their face. (the classic,"what the fuck you lookin at?" scowl)They are very tough when they're with their homies, you know? but if you catch em solo, all of a sudden, they act like they born again n shit. but anyways, you feel me right? well this cat was a big dog. and he was a fukin "PIMP." every week a different set o girls. and they was hot as hell too. none o that,"belly bigger then they boobs, but still rockin the belly shirt," crap. which seems to be the standard in the hood. We're talkin USDA choice, grade A, Select, Hotness. and not only one but 2 or 3 all up on him when he rolled up. And the "honies" wouldn't even let him pay, yo! I understand that "thug life" has that "badboy" effect with the ladies but this was beyond that. So whenever he'd roll up with no honies, I would say,"hey yo thug life, how the hell you do it man? you change honies more then you change shoes, man?" He'd just shrug his shoulders and say "I don't know man, they just seem to like me." So after a lil while, we became pretty cool. I met his sister and lil bros. The whole family was cool to me, so I was cool to them.(didn't know what the relationship would mean down the road.)
Locked up. was the word I got after not seein him for a lil while. When I asked,"how long?" 25 to life. Don't know what. Learned a long time ago not to ask the details. Last I heard, Homie was up @ Pelican Bay. Fuckin "Pelican Bay" yo, thats the "Super Max" shit. 23 hrs of "lockdown," a day. Houses the most dangerous criminals in California. (member what I said bout "big dogs") Anyways, a couple months later, his twin bro, "bad boy" gets out. Big as a muhfucker. And always in "bangin" mode. just on the hunt, lookin to fuck someone up 24/7. I'm just glad we was cool. (another long one yo, gon have to cont.)