Where My Doggs At?

Where are your so-called doggs when you were in the streets head first? The police let them walk if they ratted you out.

— Florida Made (@RichardMIATL) March 12, 2015

I want to give praise to God for keeping me covered under the blood of Jesus. He's given me hands-on parents that bathe me in prayer, & because of that, I haven't been sucked into the streets. My heart breaks for these young cats who don't have the love & acceptance from their parents, and they look for it in gangs. My question is: You're in the streets head first and you form bonds with your crew; y'all hustle and thug together until both of you get caught up by the police. It's no surprise that black neighborhoods have heavy police presence because unfortunately, inner-city black neighborhoods are violence-plagued. When you're in the streets with your boys and the police catch up to you, what do you think the cops are going to do? They use the Jedi Mind Trick; butter you up by offering you coffee and cigarettes, get you comfortable enough to start telling. Once the suspects get real comfortable with the investigator, someone will start singing.

You don't believe me? Watch First 48. Two people are arrested for a triple murder & neither of them want life with no parole or the death penalty. Friendships go out the window because both of these dudes want to get back out to one of these women, riding your chevys and bentleys, etc. Some of the nation's most notorious gangsters will tell you the same thing: The streets don't love you, they take you away from those that do. That's why I couldn't be into the streets, because the way I see it is that I've got too much to lose. I've got success out there with my name on it and if I'm jammed up, that messes up my plans. I also wouldn't be able to trust those I'm hustling with because when it comes down to it, if the cops arrest us for major felonies, I don't know if my partner in crime will have my back. He's fighting for his life, which is what he's supposed to do.

The way the streets are now, it's not like it was back in the 60's and before. You had loyalty among notorious gangsters & criminals. There was a strict code of ethics among gangsters that if you're doing dirt and you get caught, you face your time like a man. If a man was doing life, he had his friends look out for his family. You don't take your partners down with you because for whatever reason, you want to get back out there. Fast forward to 2015, you have young brothers telling on each other because they don't want to do that 50 to life bid, yet they knew what they were getting into when they were in the game. Where My Doggs At? Your "doggs" won't be there for you when the cops are asking you what happened the night of the murder, and if they are, they're looking out for themselves. They're not taking a first-degree murder charge for you.