Kind of in a rush. This is gonna be my last post for a while, since I’m joinin’ my main man Bud Not Buddy on the lam. My little sister Ruthie blabbed about me killin’ a cop and I can’t bring that kind of heat on my fam, kna’mean? So I’m out for a little bit.
So you know, I don’t feel bad ‘bout the cop I popped. That dude put Jim Casy out, no problem, just for tryin’ to get some men to join together. I’m like, “What, dude?” and I whacked him before he whacked me.
Man, forget Cali and the 5-0. Definitely ain’t no California Love. Sherrif come and burned up the Hooverville we were staying in, just because Knowlesy asked for a contract. Then, we get turned away from a town by a local militia who have it in for Okies.
Finally, we get to Weedpatch - nice name, right? But it was really a pretty sweet place to be. We got a little bit of money from the government and everybody did a real good job workin’ together. But the cops hate us so much that they paid some dudes straight cash to start a riot while we tryin’ to get down and mack on some ladies at the dance. That would’ve given them an excuse to come in and shut us down. Good thing the one nice guy in Cali - Mr. Thomas - let us know to look out for those backstabbers. At least a mob tells you they ain’t on your side.
It’s been a wicked trip. But I feel like I’ve learned some things from my experience, kna’mean? Especially from Jim Casy, RIP, y’all. LIke, as we journey through the country, I’m also makin’ a journey through my mind. I feel like one of them deep dudes, kna’mean?
When I started this thing, I was livin’ for today and just tryin’ to help my family get by. Now, I’m feelin’ like, we all family out here workin’. It ain’t about lookin’ out for number one, feel me? We all on the same team an’ we gotta come together and fight the man. We gotta make sacrifices today so we can get some power in the future.
Get together, y’all.
Jodacious out.
