The Homies that Ain`t Here… Let us take a moment to remember those that are not with us. Pookie, serving 8 to 15 years for assault. Pookie thought it would be a good idea to go outside and hangout on the corner and sip on a little Henn. Never a good idea, Pookie had a tendency to get violent when drinking cognac. While drinking and enjoying his time on the corner and hiding his cup every time a police car rolled past him, Pookie started a conversation with Earl Bivens. Earl was the neighborhood jokester. Pookie not in a mood for jokes, reached in his back pocket pulled out the half empty pint bottle of Hennessy and cracked Earl over the head with it. Exactly when another police car was passing the corner, shocked and extremely drunk Pookie could not gain balance to out run the officers. Police later found out that Pookie became upset after the victim jokingly asked “what grown ass man over the age of 12 still tells people to call him Pookie”!
J-Dub 11 to 15 years for possession with intent to distribute. J-Dub is that brother in every hood holds it down for his block, respected, took care of his baby’s mama, a real G. Respected the Thug Life Code and held it close to his heart (yeah there is actually a Thug Life Code… Pac didn’t make that shit up! Well, technically he did make that shit up, he wrote it with his ‘pops’, as Mos Def would say Wooowwwww). Dub was holding it down for his boys, keeping the weight near him so everyone could hustle. Police raided J-Dub’s apartment asked him to lead them to his connection. Holding the Code up high, Dub informed the cops “I ain’t no snitch”. Prepared to deal with the process, knowing he would be respected and his boys would know he ‘held it down’ for them, he was ready for his trial. The trial started and he was excited to see his entire crew sitting in the court room, proud of his boys for ‘holding him down’ and riding with him. Until he saw the Prosecution call each one of his boys up to the stand and point at him when asked the question “who did the drugs belong to”? Now J-Dub spends his days reading letters from people telling him that his baby’s mama is living with one of his ‘friends’ that testified against him.
Rico 45 years Fed time for violating RICO laws. Not going to give the details behind his arrest, I just find the irony funny. So do the guys on his cell block, they joke with him about it as all 5’3” of him walks into the shower… shivering.
James “Big Scoop” Elkins… Dead. “Big Scoop” was walking to his car when two dudes approached him pulled out guns and told him to ‘the watch, the wallet, come off with ‘em right now’. “Big Scoop” was known to say “I ain’t no punk”, when discussing hypothetical situations involving someone getting over on him. Deciding to prove his motto true, Scoop responded with the words her right before 85 percent of all violent crimes in the Black community… “fuck you nigga”. In classic unforgiving bad neighborhood fashion “Big Scoop” was introduced to 5 bullets . Sadly, James “Big Scoop” never carried a lot of money on him or wore expensive jewelry unless going to a special event. Since he was going to grab something from McDonald’s and visit the family of a friend found dead the night before, he left $600 in his apartment. After noticing they only were getting 9 bucks and a no name watch… the robbers shot Scoops lifeless body 8 more times out of anger and frustration.
As we salute the Homies that ain’t here we remind ourselves that whatever reason it is you ain’t here we will show you our love, pouring out a little drink when chilling at a backyard barbecue while you avoid an unwanted ass rape upstate… again, put some money on your books, until we get tired of driving all the way out to the county lock-up to do it or had it with buying stamps. Dude, we`ll splash your picture on a t-shirt and mention your name on the 2nd verse of a song. But what we will not do is stop doing the thing that made you `not here no more` we just might not do it at the same spot. Fellas keep your head up… and a tight grip on the soap, one.