the attendance sheets said. The school had been harassing Moms, trying to find out where Iâd been. She didnât know. The reality was that I was pulling down $1,000 a week. Like KRS-One said, Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do ?
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July 8, 2011
Today, Iâve officially been in jail for a month. 19 more to go. The 4th of July weekend done came & went. The family came to visit me at Oneida. It was a 3 day weekend so I was on the dance floor for 3 daysâSat, Sun & Mon. Gutta, HO & Doe came to see me Saturday. We chopped it up, had some laughs. Then Ish & the kids came to see me Sun & Mon along with my mom. The previous week Ni and Lene came, so Iâve had the dance floor poppin since I been down. LOL. In case you havenât bidded, the dance floor is what they call the visiting room. Iâm like Fred Astaire to these niggas. Ha Ha. I was a lil sad on the 4th âcause thatâs the day I usually do my annual BBQ with a lot of my friends & family and light up some fireworks for the kids. They love it. But this year they spent it visiting me in prison and taking a long 3 hour journey back home. I went to my cell that night and thought about how Iâm inconveniencing them all and how Brittney is struggling with the whole situation. She hates seeing me like this. She didnât even come back on Mon. At first I was mad but I canât really blame her. I donât even like seeing me like this. I wonât even take pictures on the visits âcause I donât want these memories. I was happy to see her tho. A child will never understand a parents love until they have kids of their own, and I love her with all my heart. The boys are holding up well. Jordan didnât come either but heâs still young and doesnât quit understand. Lil Rule is just that lil me my lil solider rite by his motherâs side where I told him he needs to be while Iâm gone. Heâs only 11 but heâs starting to grasp the meaning of Being A Man.
I wouldâve written sooner but Iâm just now getting paper âcause they packed me up and shipped me out for my court date, which was one hell of a ride. Iâve only been in jail a month and already been to 5 different prisons. Itâs like Iâm on a jail tour or some shit. The Marshals came and got me from Oneida to take me to Oneida County Jail. Why they did that I have no fuckin idea. It was a real shit hole. They told me Iâd have to stay there a few days till they came back and got me to bring me to Jersey for my court date. I was mad as a motherfucker that they put me in the dirtiest fuckin cell they could find. So much for being a superstar. LOL. I swept, moped & scrubbed my cell best I could and went to sleep. When I awoke to the sound of officers banging on my door it was like their lips were moving in slow motion and their words came out slurred when they said âAtkins were shipping you out.â I jumped up, brushed my teeth wit some shit that was supposed to be toothpaste, took a bird bath at the sink and hurried the fuck outta there hoping the next stop was at least a real jail and not no county bullshit. When I got to the front it was the same marshals that dropped me off. They were fans and did me a favor by coming back so soon, knowing this jail was a rat hole. These guys were like angels sent to take me to hell. It would be a long 4-hour drive but at least they were kind enough to feed me. We had Dunkin Donuts for breakfast and McDonaldâs for lunch as we drove rite past the exit to my house on Rt 17. I hope I get the chance to return the favor one day. Steaks on me fellas. You never know, as life works in mysterious ways, which brings me to my new found hell, Essex County Correctional Facility âThe Green Monster.â
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FIVE
Hollering
ELEVENTH GRADE SEEMED LIKE THE RIGHT TIME. THE DAY THAT I dropped out of school was a day when I was actually on my way to school. When I came
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July 8, 2011
Today, Iâve officially been in jail for a month. 19 more to go. The 4th of July weekend done came & went. The family came to visit me at Oneida. It was a 3 day weekend so I was on the dance floor for 3 daysâSat, Sun & Mon. Gutta, HO & Doe came to see me Saturday. We chopped it up, had some laughs. Then Ish & the kids came to see me Sun & Mon along with my mom. The previous week Ni and Lene came, so Iâve had the dance floor poppin since I been down. LOL. In case you havenât bidded, the dance floor is what they call the visiting room. Iâm like Fred Astaire to these niggas. Ha Ha. I was a lil sad on the 4th âcause thatâs the day I usually do my annual BBQ with a lot of my friends & family and light up some fireworks for the kids. They love it. But this year they spent it visiting me in prison and taking a long 3 hour journey back home. I went to my cell that night and thought about how Iâm inconveniencing them all and how Brittney is struggling with the whole situation. She hates seeing me like this. She didnât even come back on Mon. At first I was mad but I canât really blame her. I donât even like seeing me like this. I wonât even take pictures on the visits âcause I donât want these memories. I was happy to see her tho. A child will never understand a parents love until they have kids of their own, and I love her with all my heart. The boys are holding up well. Jordan didnât come either but heâs still young and doesnât quit understand. Lil Rule is just that lil me my lil solider rite by his motherâs side where I told him he needs to be while Iâm gone. Heâs only 11 but heâs starting to grasp the meaning of Being A Man.
I wouldâve written sooner but Iâm just now getting paper âcause they packed me up and shipped me out for my court date, which was one hell of a ride. Iâve only been in jail a month and already been to 5 different prisons. Itâs like Iâm on a jail tour or some shit. The Marshals came and got me from Oneida to take me to Oneida County Jail. Why they did that I have no fuckin idea. It was a real shit hole. They told me Iâd have to stay there a few days till they came back and got me to bring me to Jersey for my court date. I was mad as a motherfucker that they put me in the dirtiest fuckin cell they could find. So much for being a superstar. LOL. I swept, moped & scrubbed my cell best I could and went to sleep. When I awoke to the sound of officers banging on my door it was like their lips were moving in slow motion and their words came out slurred when they said âAtkins were shipping you out.â I jumped up, brushed my teeth wit some shit that was supposed to be toothpaste, took a bird bath at the sink and hurried the fuck outta there hoping the next stop was at least a real jail and not no county bullshit. When I got to the front it was the same marshals that dropped me off. They were fans and did me a favor by coming back so soon, knowing this jail was a rat hole. These guys were like angels sent to take me to hell. It would be a long 4-hour drive but at least they were kind enough to feed me. We had Dunkin Donuts for breakfast and McDonaldâs for lunch as we drove rite past the exit to my house on Rt 17. I hope I get the chance to return the favor one day. Steaks on me fellas. You never know, as life works in mysterious ways, which brings me to my new found hell, Essex County Correctional Facility âThe Green Monster.â
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FIVE
Hollering
ELEVENTH GRADE SEEMED LIKE THE RIGHT TIME. THE DAY THAT I dropped out of school was a day when I was actually on my way to school. When I came
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