Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
PROLOGUE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
BIOGRAPHY
Copyright Page
IN MEMORY OF’ ERNESTINE “BIG TINA” MORRIS FRAND and ESTELLA CASTER LENARD “LEN G.” GARNETT ALONZO “ZOE” MURPHY
Gone but definitely not forgotten. Through your loved ones your memory lives on.
LOVE!!!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First and foremost I want to give praise to my Lord, Allah, who has truly blessed me. Next in line is the love of my life, my strength and support, my wife, Lisa L. Barnes. I want to say “I love you” to my children: Marvell Barnes, Marcus Barnes, Markel Barnes and my stepson, MarJuan Barnes. Thank all of you for loving me unconditionally.
I want to thank my uncles: Steve Emmons, Samuel Smith, David Caster and Anthony Caster for giving me the game from a male perspective. My lil’ cousin Leekemia “Deon” Caster for always being there, Love.
My grandmother, Ruth Brown, I love you. My favorite aunt, Rhonda L. Campbell. My other aunt, Oletha “Lisa” Campbell, Tira Seals and Toni Seals. Thank all of you for giving me the female side of the game. I love you all.
I want to say “what up?” to all of my little cousins because it is too many of ya’ll to name at this present time. Tasheka Russell, Precious Seals, Steven Rice and Alisa Alexander, you four could always make me smile.
I want to say “thank you” and “I love you” to both of my godmothers whom were there for me at different and difficult times in my life. Brenda D. Smith-Cooper and Diane “Mama J” Johnson. My god kids, Sarai and Sammie Johnson. I love you both. My god brothers, Wiley “Waldo” Johnson and Benjamin “Bobo” Johnson. My god father, Eddie “Gingerbread” Fryer who’s still too smooth and young in heart. The coolest mother-in-law I could ever have, Marlene Barnes. I love you all.
My brother who has always preached to me, especially when I didn’t want to hear it, Thelonious Hobdy. I’m ready to listen. The truest friend I ever had, Odell Arnold. Be patient because I got you. My adopted lil’ brother, Timothy “T” Pierce, who believed in me and this book more than anyone, including myself. A person who has helped me out a lot, Christian “O.J.” Riley. Some real men: Karlos “Pudgey” Mayhew, Terrance “Boolash” Stokely, Brock “Bookie” Spaulding, Dontarion “Don-Don” Nolan, Randy “Ray-Ray” McNeil and Marko “Tabu” McGee. Jessica Randolph for helping me out when I really needed help. Despite our differences, you still my girl.
Some brothers who really got fucked in the game like myself, CCA: Bobby “B.O.” Suggs, Seantae “P-Long” Suggs, Terrance “T” Dilworth, Columbus “Nate” Malone, last but definitely not least, Terraun “Boo Rock” Price. Bronx member Jason “J-Boo” Best. As long as we’re still breathing we got hope and hope can be very powerful when believed in. Our day will come but until it does, practice patience and stay strong, focused and true to y’all principles. We gone make it!!
Finally, I want to send thank you’s to Anthony Whyte, Jason Claiborne and the whole Augustus Publishing Family (The Dream Team). Thanks for giving me the opportunity to tell the world my stories. The slogan: Go Hard or go home, is for real.
A note to all Vice Lords, Gangster Disciples, Latin Kings, Bloods, Crips and every other organization influencing our youth, it’s time to get away from the gang-bang mentality that was instilled within us and put our focus back on uplifting our communities as it is supposed to be. It’s time to guide our youth back to the proper path. We are their leaders and they are the leaders of the generation.
Peace and Love,
BayBay
PROLOGUE
Los Angeles, California has the Crips and Bloods. The Midwest has Vice Lords and Gangster Disciples. They were established in Illinois and have their signs and colors. Take a journey into this world.
From the mid-eighties continuing into the early nineties, Washington D.C. was not only known as the Nation’s capital, but also as the murder capital. This all changed in 1993 when on a cold January night in a small city called Gary, Indiana, two thirteen year olds took an oath that would change their lives forever.
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“Man we did it,” Don said.
“Yeah brother, we did it,” Jon said trying to sound as enthusiastic as his twin brother. The twins were tall for their age, five-foot nine and rising. They were identical in every physical aspect; high yellow, skinny and often teased that their heads were too big for their bodies. They were considered to be pretty boys because they had hazel eyes and corn rolls hanging pass proud shoulders. Neither liked being called pretty boys.
At the initiation were Twon, Antwon Jones a five-foot wanna-be. Zoe, Alphonso Jackson, an albino who thought every girl was in love with him. Kory Kay Smith was five-foot seven cute and chocolate.
“We not leaving here until we come up with another name for ourselves,” Don said letting everyone know he was in charge.
“Y’all lil’ brothers get up with me tomorrow,” the man who had just blessed them in said. “I got something for y’all.”
“All right,” the boys said and went back to thinking about a name.
“I got it!” Jon shouted after an hour. “Since you Conservative Vice Lords, we gone be SCC-Straight Conservative. Keep our shit tight, ya know?”
“I think we got a winner,” Don said putting his arm around Jon’s neck and smiling. “Plus I’m freezing my balls off. We’ll meet in the Dungeon tomorrow.”
Saturday morning, the crew sat in the twin’s basement. It was known as the Dungeon. After a while they agreed the Boys Club on Fifth Ave was the spot to be. They made their way upstairs.
“Y’all bet not get ya’ll asses in no trouble.” Tina Jenkins shouted. Five-foot ten, with cocoa butter complexion and long black wavy hair down her lower back, she was the twin’s mother. She had hazel eyes and the perfect figure, she was a beautiful woman. Tina Jenkins was a nurse at a nursing home in Skokie. The boys’ father walked out on her. For the past two years, Tina was not only mother but also father to the household. She worked twelve hour shifts and had a fiery temper.
“Ma, we just going to the Boys Club to shoot some ball,” Don said.
“Ma, can you give us a ride because you know that it is freezing out there,” Jon said.
“Sure baby,” she said extending her arms to give Jon a hug. “Just let me grab my coat and keys.”
Don knew that she favored Jon. He didn’t understand if they were identical twins how she had a favorite. He always said that when he got older he’d ask her.
The boys piled into Tina’s 1991 GMC Safari. Jon sat up front with his mother. Pulling in front of the Boys Club, Tina looked at all of the boys and said, “Don’t forget what I told y’all.” Then she kissed all the boys as they made their way out.
The Boys Club was packed. Kids from everywhere were up in there. The boys went straight to the basketball area where Don called next game. The game ended and the boys stepped on the court and won onto the court. Since Don, Jon, Kay, Zoe, and Twon had played together si
nce fifth grade their chemistry was picture perfect. Jon who was the better of the boys had been embarrassing Tyrone all game. Tyrone finally had enough and pushed Jon out of the air when he went up for a lay-up.
“Man what the fuck’s your problem?”
Don stepped up to protect his brother.
“Shut the fuck up and mind ya BI!” Tyrone snapped.
“My brother is my bizness, bitch!”
Don swung with all he had sending Tyrone flat on his ass. Jon and Kay started kicking him wherever there was an opening. Security rushed over and snatched the boys off of Tyrone. He looked like he had just gone twelve rounds with Lennox Lewis. He could barely stand up.
“This ain’t over you little punks.” Tyrone managed to say as they walked away.
The boys were outside laughing and talking shit about what they had just done when Don interrupted.
“We need to get to Bay Bro’s before we miss him.”
Bay Bro stayed four blocks from the twins which meant they didn’t have to walk far in order to get back home after seeing him. They reached Bay Bro’s house and Don knocked on the door. Lynette answered the door looking fine. Jon was in all her classes and had a huge crush on her.
“Where ya daddy at?” Don asked.
“He’s in the living room,” she said with too much attitude.
The boys walked in. Jon tried to kick it to Lynette. She just glared at him as he walked by.
“What’s up old man?” Don asked.
Bay Bro was thirty-four, stood six-foot four with walnut complexion. He had short wavy hair and his body was ripped from a three-year bid at Joilet State Prison.
“What up lil soldiers,” he smiled at the new members.
“We just had to stomp out this dude at the Boys Club.” Don said nonchalantly.
“He was bigger and older, but it wasn’t nothing.” Twon added.
“That’s right little men,” Bay Bro said. He got up from the living sofa. “Don’t take no shit from none of these niggas out here. Sit down and let me explain some things to y’all.”
The twins and Kay sat down on the living room sofa and Twon and Zoe sat on the love seat.
“Lil’ brothers, y’all part a something now, something big. Now, not only do y’all have y’all selves to look out for, but y’all got a whole nation of brothers to look out for.” Bay Bro was really getting into his speech. “Do y’all know why I was in Joilet?” He asked.
“No,” the boys answered in unison.
“I broke this G.D’s. nose, jaw and collarbone for picking on one of the young Lords. I don’t give a damn if you like the brother or not. You’re obligated to assist that brother. If you’re round and do nothing, then you’ll be dealt with. There’s no looking the other way or running. I don’t care if it’s one or one hundred. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yeah,” the boys, with the exception of Twon answered.
“I got something for y’all,” Bay Bro said and walked to a China cabinet in the dining room. He returned carrying a brown paper bag. “These are for y’all.” He emptied the bag and five black six-shot .32 hand guns were on the table.
“These are for us?” Don asked jumping up.
Bay Bro flashed a smile. “Yeah little brother, these are for y’all. But don’t go turning this city into the Wild-Wild West because these are for protection purposes only.”
“We not old-timer,” Don said smiling now that they had heat. “You know we responsible.”
The weekend flew by. Monday morning came and it was time to get back to school. With the exception of Jon, the boys hated school. The morning went as it normally did with the boys talking shit to other boys and flirting with girls. At the end of their lunch break the boys decided that they had enough school for one day and went to their skip spot. It was also only five minutes away from Delany, Tyrone’s projects.
It was a graveyard five minutes away from the school. The usual routine was chatting, wrestling and then talking more shit. Today they played a game called Gangsta. They’d pick gangsters from the mob movies and pretended to be them. The boys ran around the grave yard for about thirty minutes fake shooting at one another. Then they’d get into wrestling matches. Don and Kay were in the middle getting down. Tyrone and two older boys they’d never seen before walked up sipping on 40 ounces of Colt 45 and passing a swisher around.
“What do we have here?” Tyrone said passing the blunt to one of his boys. “I told y’all little bitches this wasn’t over.”
He dropped his 40 ounce and charged Don. Don swung as Tyrone rushed him but he missed and Tyrone scooped him up and slammed him hard on his back. Within seconds Tyrone was on top of him pounding away connecting forceful blows to his face.
“This what you wanted, right? This what yo lil’ ass wanted?” Tyrone repeated.
“Get off my brother!”
Immediately after the words left Jon’s mouth, he let loose three hollow point bullets from his .32 handgun. All three shots caught Tyrone in his back. He slumped forward onto Don who quickly pushed him off. The two other boys dropped their 40’s and ran. Kay walked up to Tyrone and put his gun to the back of Tyrone’s head and fired twice.
“Hey, better safe than sorry,” Kay said kicking Tyrone’s lifeless body. “Let’s get outta here.”
The boys went straight to the Dungeon and just sat in Don’s room saying nothing. Thirty minutes passed before Kay finally spoke.
“Look y’all, what’s done is done. Ain’t no need worrying about it now. Dude came looking for trouble and got what he had coming. We can’t change what happened, but we definitely sent a message. Now we just have to stick together, keep our mouths shut and watch each other’s back. Y’all know them niggas from Delaney gone be out for blood. But as long as we stick together and watch out for one another they ain’t gone be able to touch us. Now shake that shit off and let’s play some Madden.”
Kay and Zoe were playing the football game while Twon had his own thoughts of the repercussions that were sure to follow. Don and Jon were carrying on their own conversation.
“I ain’t never heard Kay talk so much at one time.” Don said trying to lighten the mood.
“He has a point. Them cats from Delany are going to be at us and we’re gonna have to be ready for whatever.” Don said and pumped Scarface’s Diary CD. “You my brother and I love you more than I love myself. I can’t speak for the rest of the crew but I know that we got each other’s back. Our lives changed today and only time will tell if it was for the best or the worst. The only thing I do know is that today we graduated from boys to men,” Don said.
“I heard everything that you just said and I promise you that you can always count on me to be there for you,” Jon said.
Delany housing project was notorious for killing. The place was also filled with Vice Lords. While the boys were playing video games in the Dungeon, the two boys who were with Tyrone were in the projects at Cash’s house telling him what had happened at the grave yard.
“You telling me that ya’ll two let some little kids stank Tyrone?” Cash asked while lighting a Newport. “What the fuck good is ya’ll?”
One of them, Pee-wee spoke up not wanting to let Cash get too agitated.
“Cash man, we didn’t have no heat on us and all five of them little muthafucka’s had they shit out and ready.”
The other, Doug, followed up.
“Yeah Cash, they came out of nowhere with all these guns and shit. Man, we barely got away ourselves. We could be lying next to Tyrone right now.”
Delany projects produced a lot of killers, but the man out there was Cash. At sixteen he shot and killed two Gary police officers. The court had very little evidence and the case was dropped. After that incident no one messed with Cash. Now twenty-four, he stood six-feet even and weighed two hundred pounds. He was more of a force.
Cash sat at the kitchen table blowing smoke rings and contemplated what to do about the boys who had just killed his cousin. Finally he spoke.
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bsp; “These lil’ boys wanna play in the big leagues, huh? They killed my cousin, so now I’m gonna kill them. First thing, I’m gonna have a little fun. I want ya’ll to find out who they are? Where they from? What school they go to? And who they affiliated with? That shouldn’t be too hard for ya’ll to do?”
Cash was putting his cigarette out when Pee-Wee said, “They play for Beckman. I saw a couple of the games. They hot shit.”
“I don’t give a damn if they hot shit or not because they dead.” After cooling down he finished saying, “Well now all ya’ll got to do is find out where they from and who they with. I don’t want no surprises because if them lil’ niggas got heat like that, no doubt that they plugged. I just hope they ain’t from 11th because if they is? We got a war on our hands, in the worse way.” Cash was clearly pissed.
Weeks passed and nothing was heard about the murder. The boys felt relieved and started getting back to their routine. It was a Friday and Norton’s gym was packed.
Even though the gym was located on 13th Avenue in the boy’s hood, people from all over the city came to play ball. Pee-Wee stood talking to some chick when the boys rolled up in the gym. Since this was their hood people gave them their due respect.
“There go Don and Jon.” The girl said.
“Do you know them?” Pee-Wee asked.
“Hell yeah I know them. They from 11th Avenue,” the girl said.
Pee-Wee knew their names, what school they went to and where they were from. Cash would be pleased.
“What up old man?” Jon asked.
Bay Bro sitting in the bleachers talking to some young, sexy chocolate female looked up smiling.
“What’s up lil’ soldiers?” he greeted shaking their hands. “Ya’ll all right?”
“We’re now,” Don said relieved that a big deal wasn’t made about Tyrone’s murder. Bay Bro shot him a curious look.
“Ya’ll gone play some ball or what?” He asked knowing that the boys would put on a show for the crowd.
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