Archive for March, 2011

gruff

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

Sick like Dave Koresh, sendin’ chumps to their grave to rest
Step to this and ya gettin’ done, with a spittin’ gun
I’m not in a car, but it’s a hit & run
I call my murders the hits of pain
The way I kill your wigs, it’s insane, bloodshed and penciled brains
All over the street floors, your match, you gonna meet your’s
When these hot slugs from my heat pours
How I’m livin’ — mighty fuckin’ large
And if ya name’s on my hitlist, bitch you better duck & dodge
I pack enough amm’ to hurt a clan
It’s Herb McGruff, ducks — the motherfuckin’ murder man

williams

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

When my time’s up, put me under in my #51 tee.

flares equipped

Tuesday, March 29th, 2011

Styles upon styles.

bullshit

Sunday, March 20th, 2011

Just then, Spek’s younger brother Jermell happens to walk by. He, too, is reluctant to talk. “Ain’t nothin’ much to say about it,” Jermell says while flexing a thug’s half-smile. A fully-pledged member of the Crips, he’s familiar with the boomerang system of justice that heads on corners subscribe to. “Shit like that happens. But what goes around comes around, you know?” His boss is the streets, and he’s currently on the block and on the clock. Meanwhile, the Falzone clan is more scattered than ever: Momma Sarena Falzone fell victim to a brain aneurysm a few months before Spek’s murder and, in the days since the passing of his mother and older brother, Jermell says that he doesn’t stay in touch with his father, Timmy Sr.

“Timmy was a good nigga,” he says of his brother, “but I always thought graffiti was bullshit. I used to tell him that. I was like, ‘How could you be fighting over writing on the walls?’ I can see if he’s fighting for money and shit.” Fighting for money, and his life, is what Jermell Falzone does every day. “I don’t really got nothing to lose, tell you the truth. I’ve felt that way since my mom died —when both of them left,” he says. “There ain’t really nothin’ to live for. I was trying to get me a record deal. That’s the only thing that I’m trying to do right now. With that, “Mel,” as his friends call him, steps back into the street.

hawkwork

Sunday, March 13th, 2011

Total Fights: 38
Wins: 36
Wins By KO: 29

last call

Saturday, March 12th, 2011

When I was 15 years old, I used to drink bottles of cough medicine and … lie down with my jazz records … put them on, drink cough medicine and dig people like Miles Davis and John Coltrane all night. They’d take me up and they’d bring me down, sweep me up … [jazz] is very painful music, but it’s not a harsh pain at all, it’s like a little flower, or something.

top of the world

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011