Cops Shot the Kid, Kid Shot the Cops (Part Four of a Four part series)

Police carry away a participant in a march organized by Occupy Wall Street in New York on Saturday Sept. 24, 2011. Marchers represented various political and economic causes. (AP Photo/Tina Fineberg)

Part Four: Media & Policing-Selling Fear

“They shootin’, look in the barrel / Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald / Or the Chi Tribune, nozzles with silent doom / We in that A-Town Journal-list, violent goons / You should print my information, quote my rhyme / And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times / I’m just a victim of society..”

Nas (Ludacris): “Made You Look (Remix)”

“I grew up on the crime side, The New York Times side / Stayin’ alive was no jive”

Wu-Tang Clan (Raekwon): “C.R.E.A.M”

You never want to be the headline news. Ever. Nothing good comes out of it. If you’re a bad guy, it means you got caught, made the newspapers and you’re on the evening news doing the standard perp walk, or perhaps you have a white sheet over your decomposing corpse while cops are huddled around your body checking their texts from side chicks or sports updates, you know; the important stuff. If you’re a uniform and you make the news, you probably done fucked up..the media loves that! Sadly, cop shot headlines dominate the news feeds when it does happen which unfortunately is a stark reminder that your nine to five is nowhere as dangerous as their daily routine. I know, I know, they signed up for it. Once you take that blase oath to honor and defend the constitution of the United States against enemies foreign and domestic and to serve and protect the citizens of your state/city/prison/jail/farm (maybe not a farm..but, you knowwhatimsayin!) then, as Ivan Drago once stated: “If he dies, he dies”. Look, police killed in the line of duty is horrible shit. Horrible. I’m not making light of it by any means, but the media? There is a difference between headlines and sensationalism. The news coverage of police matters borders on obsessive and ridiculous. The negative coverage does no favors for the profession, but as I have referenced throughout this series, police themselves carry some of the brunt and blame for their universal scorn. It is no wonder that certain populations in this country view police through an Ivan Drago lens.

The media loves this.

The influence of social media cannot be understated. It’s gotten to the point that I stumbled across an actual business card for a drug dealer who advertised his hustle on his card with his cell number and all of his social media handles. “I got that good-good, holla any time” in bold text is printed on the card. This is the type of stuff that is mind-boggling. Eventually, the street pharmacist will be collared, and he will have the nerve to fight his charges cause he can. The problem here is that the streets will scream the police are “hating on him” and he will use the tired “I’m just trying to eat, its hard out here” argument, and this guy will gain a slew of vocal sympathizers. But when a cop is shot or killed, their death dealer is sometimes hailed, and often immortalized in rap verse. Man listen, I would have never heard of Assata Shakur (formerly Joanne Chesimard), or Mumia Abu-Jamal if it wasn’t for Public Enemy and Krs-One rapping about them. A quick search of their names will yield plenty of articles linked to their crimes of murdering police officers. Shakur is currently living in Asylum in Cuba. She is still one of the FBI’s Most Wanted. I’ve covered how the culture of cops and robbers makes for a thick foundation of Hip hop content throughout this series. It is still fascinating to see as technology evolves, how the media parlays their influence into the culture. Certain street figures such as the late Larry Davis who shot six NYPD officers in my hometown of the Bronx in 1986, and beat the case, and Pappy Mason who had his Bebos drug dealing crew murder NYPD Officer Ed Byrne in Queens in 1988 are deities in street lore. Kinda strange I tell you.

“New York streets where killers’ll walk like Pistol Pete and Pappy Mason Gave the young boys admiration / Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem / Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving”

Nas: “Get Down”

Most people point to a few high profile incidents over a couple of years ago such as Trayvon Martin in 2012, and Michael Brown & Eric Garner in 2014 as the nucleus of the recent discord between minority communities and law enforcement. The Black Lives Matter movement became prominent in the midst of several marches and protests nationwide amid the backdrop of what seemed like never ending media clips of videos of police captured shootings of Blacks nationwide. The optics could not have been worse. I always tell my friends who are not employed in law enforcement that footage of police shootings, no matter how damning they appear to be, never show the encounter in its entirety (Most of the time). As someone who was captured on cell phone footage fighting on a subway platform years ago while attempting to make an arrest, I can sit here and tell you that the video footage I was a part of was not a good look for me, but it was only a snippet of what had actually transpired before it got to that point of physicality. The use of force scale can escalate from verbal exchanges to a fatal shooting in a moments notice. Those fatal encounters are the incidents that the media capitalizes on. Look, the 41 shots that ended Amadou Diallo’s life in The Bronx in 1999 and the 50 shots that took out Sean Bell in Queens in 2006 are outliers. There is no way, let me be way I am defending those shootings or the officers involved in those incidents, but what if the sometimes irresponsible media coverage either unwittingly or knowingly pours gasoline on an already volatile relationship between the community and police with provocative coverage? Perhaps those “41 shots” and “50 shots” headlines contributed to the future killing of a uniformed police officer. Fast forward to policing in America during this decade. In the aftermath of the aforementioned incidents and the troubling footage of several police involved shootings, this decade has also seen the executions of uniformed police officers by the hand of men consumed with a hatred of law enforcement, perhaps encouraged by the incidents of the last several years. In 2014, two NYPD officers were gunned down in Brooklyn while sitting in their marked vehicles on a street corner. In 2017, an NYPD officer was shot and killed while manning a mobile patrol command RV in The Bronx. In 2016 in Dallas, 12 police officers were shot, 5 of them killed “as payback” for police shootings of blacks according to the official report of the incident. Just last week in Davis, California, 22 year old rookie police officer Natalie Corona was executed while tending to motorists involved in a car accident. All of these incidents echo the bad old days of cops and robbers. The cycle just keeps churning. Taking a knee to protest perceived policing injustice only brought more unwarranted and skewered media analysis. More ammunition for the media to forward political agendas at the chagrin of those trying to actually fix the issues instead of exploit it.

He might win his lawsuit against the NFL and he became a media sensation for his crusade against police brutality. I just wished he went about things differently because I’m a big 49er fan.

“And now there’s blood on my Tims, snitches calling 1-800 crime stoppers when they see me they like (ooh ooh) / Cause they want that thousand dollars / and not only that, police will die to catch a fuckin’ collar”

Mobb Deep (Havoc): “Get Away”
I challenge you to find a better headline!

I stated in part one of this series that there could not be a worse time to be a police officer in America. The comedy of absurd headlines seems like they were leftovers from a Saturday Night Live staff meeting. The NYPD which constantly finds itself making headlines due in equal parts to the spotlight of policing in the center of the universe, but also due to their sometimes brutal style of publicly shaming its own officers, made headlines last week by taking the guns and badges of 4 officers because they were all cheating on each other with the others significant others, and they were scared there would be a crime of passion. This could have been handled in house. Instead, we get this doozy of a headline: “Cops & Throbbers”. Also currently in the news; a Brooklyn detective is being forced by the department to submit to treatment from psych services due to his lawsuit against his former supervisor, his female sergeant who he claims stuffed her panties in his mouth during an argument about her leaving her underwear laying around in their co-ed locker room. If the streets already harbor resentment for police and hardly respect law enforcement, headlines such as these won’t go a long way toward improving relations. Maybe I shoulda been a fireman. They save cats in trees.

“He dropped the gun, so went the glory / And this is the way I have to end this story / He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream / The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream”

Slick Rick: “Children’s Story”
“The cops shot the kid, the cops shot the kid, the cops shot..” (repeat)

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Cops Shot the Kid, Kid Shot the Cops (Part Three of a Four part series)

Part Three: 10-13 OFFICER DOWN

“T-O-N-Y Invade N-Y, multiply kill a cop, me and you, you got beef, I got beef / T-O-N-Y invade N-Y, multiply kill a cop..”

Capone-N-Noreaga: “T.O.N.Y. (Top of New York)

Cop shot, cop shot, cop shot, cop shot / Keep shootin’ my people, we will shoot back..Every police is a punk ass bitch / This is for my ni@@as gettin’ frisked in the streets”

Dead Prez: “Cop Shot”


Those who were in the game back in those days will tell you that it changed forever during the early morning hours of February 26th, 1988 in front of a house in drug ravaged South Jamaica, Queens.  The 103rd Precinct, much like all of the precincts responsible for patrol coverage in the uber violent streets of New York besieged by the Crack epidemic had been dealing with a staggering number of murders related to drug crews enforcing their territories in and around housing projects such as the Baisley Houses.  I have been writing about “the game” or “cops and robbers” throughout this series but what transpired on this date during a cold winter night in 1988 in the Rotten Apple shook not only the city to its core, but even managed to piss off the President.  Police and “bad guys” never agree on anything, but history will say that the murder of Police Officer Edward Byrne by members of the Bebos on orders from jailed drug enforcer “Pappy” Mason marked the beginning of the end of drug crews in New York.  The end game began on February 26th, 1988.  

Detectives investigate at the scene of P.O. Edward Byrne’s murder in South Jamica, Queens, 1988

I’m glad I never responded to a 10-13 when I was a cop in The Bronx.  I responded to quite a few 10-85 calls which is an officer calling for backup/assistance and you literally fly over to the location of the call depending on the urgency expressed by the officer over the radio.  You’re always nervous going to a 10-85 because you don’t want it to be a 10-13 by the time you arrive.  10-13 is the worst shit any cop will respond to in NYPD.  That’s when the reality of the job hits you..seeing another uniform gravely injured or dying..or dead.

Aside from whacking most of his friends in “Juice”, ‘Pac infamously got his Bishop on in the streets of Atlanta one October night in 1993, shooting 2 off duty cops, who were also brothers, during a shady confrontation during which the lit brothers threatened ‘Pac and his entourage.  He beat the case, but his short and violent career would end three years later in Las Vegas.

Ever since NWA released their ground breaking anti-police anthem “F**k Tha Police” in 1988, Hip Hop; which is thoroughly immersed in street culture and at times, the violence that accompanies street life has had as warm a relationship with police as do Red Sox and Yankee fans.  NWA’s devastating right hook shook the FBI to the point that they sent a letter to the group’s record company asking that they refrain from promoting and performing the song because it advocates violence against law enforcement.  Well what do you expect from an aggressive rap group hailing from a city run down by black on black gang violence, crack wars (there goes Crack again), poverty and hyper aggressive policing?  The name of their record label is Ruthless Records!  NWA unknowingly broke the levees for rap artists who began to express their disdain for all things law enforcement.  Anti-police rap songs began popping up every year ever since, including fellow Cali gangsta provocateur Ice-T who used his Rap/Metal hybrid Body Count to unleash the to the point “Cop Killer” in 1992.  Why does Hip Hop hate the police?  I can come up with a few reasons. 

“Yeah, and you don’t stop / (Cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop)  yeah, and you don’t stop / (Cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop) “

Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg: “Deep Cover”

Hip Hop music is the voice of the streets.  Just like sports can be an opportunity for kids to escape the urban plight, an aspiring rapper can rhyme their way out of the hood and become an international star.  However, rappin’ & trappin’ can sometimes be a hazardous obstacle course to navigate which can prevent one from escaping that life.  It makes no sense to be a “trapper rapper” anyway right?  Police are the ultimate haters who can thwart the plans for any aspiring MC who is trying to leave the life to go legit.  Throw in the instances where real honest and legit working class blacks and latinos who just happen to live in violence prone neighborhoods and have had unfortunate negative police encounters, and you can see why the streets habitually salute police with the bird and a screw face.  But what about the police who are also honest and really do want to make a difference in the neighborhoods they patrol?  I know, I know, you must be reading this and thinking to yourself “Honest cops? GTFOH!” You see, the streets will have you effed the eff up with the way the game was, still is, and always will be.  But one constant is this:  You don’t kill a cop, ever.  Yet, every once in a while, fellow officers are racing to the location of a 10-13, a job that is always grim in circumstance.  

Fuck the police? Philly rappers Cool C & Steady B robbed a bank in 1996 after having a few hits in the late 80’s.  They ended up killing a Philadelphia police officer during the botched job.  Cool C was sentenced to death, and is currently running through his appeals.  Steady B is serving life without parole in Pennsylvania state prison.  

Hip Hop artists have always romanticized over all things Mafia.  The braggadocio nature of being the king of the jungle among rhymesayers can actually crossover into real life.  Unfortunately, some hip hop crews are still rooted in street life and allegedly continue to conduct criminal acts, the main hustle being tried and true drug slinging.  Unlike their shadowy Mafioso counterparts who go to great lengths to hide in plain sight, rappers may drop a line or two about that body their man caught out of town which gets the Feds all excited because nothing is easier than telling on yourself right? (I covered this subject in Part Two of this series).  As for “Goodfellas”, I can’t remember a time in my life where I read about a mob family sanctioning the killing of a member of law enforcement because why in hell would they want to attract that kind of attention to their organization?  Killing a cop is like condemning your crew to suicide.  The police will crush your criminal empire, just like they did back in ’88 after Ed Byrne was assassinated.  

“Fuck em! Can’t find peace on the streets / Till the ni@@as get a piece / Fuck police (I hear ya!)”

2Pac: “Souljah’s Revenge”

While the NYPD began to exert extreme pressure on drug crews with their TNT (Tactical Narcotics Team) squad, the Feds became involved after the Byrne killing.  The brazen act perpetrated by Pappy Mason’s Bebos crew, an offshoot of Lorenzo ‘Fat Cat’ Nichols organization, began a domino effect of the police sweeping up drug gangs across the city.  Backed by the limitless resources of an incensed federal government including a rebuke of Crack related violence by then President Ronald Reagan, the NYPD slowly began claiming the streets back from the grip of the blood thirsty drug gangs who took over the city’s urban communities in the early 80’s.  By mid 90’s, most of the drug gangs had been arrested and convicted.  Every once in a while, you read about another drug conspiracy uncovered by the joint NYPD/Federal task force in the same places in the city, in the projects.  It’s as common as that dude who swears he can rhyme from your block, cause everyone has a hot 16 in NY right? 

Reaganomics was a gift and a curse for the drug game

I had a few scraps while I was a patrol officer in NY.  I was fortunate to come out of those incidents without injury, same for some of my friends who are still on the job.  Every time I hear about a cop shot back home in NY, I always get nervous thinking about my old partner and my other friends.  They are all born and raised in the communities they serve in.  The streets will never understand that.  It goes beyond the uniform.  Having friends who used to be in the game and then actually embarking on career across a few levels of law enforcement all the while staying ingrained in Hip Hop culture can be confusing.  Loyalties are tested, but I know who I am.  I am a good dude who used to put on a uniform with the goal of not becoming a 10-13 and signing out at the end of the day, no different than the overwhelming majority of law enforcement practitioners nationwide.  (10-13 is unique only to NYPD, the ten code or emergency code for responding to a police emergency varies nationwide).

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Cops Shot the Kid, Kid Shot the Cops (Part Two of a Four part series)


The NYPD, be hatin’ / And hopin’ that they gon’ catch us ridin’ dirty / Tryin’ to catch me ridin’ dirty..

Chamillionaire: “Ridin’ Dirty (East Coast Remix)”

Way back when I was a shorty-shit stain running around my block in the Bronx in the mid to late 80s playing all kinds of street games such as tag, kill the man with the ball, or favorites such as dare, manhunt or spin the bottle, I always felt like there was another, more dangerous game being played while I was running around having fun, doing what kids do.  The 1980’s was known as the Crack Era in the 5 boroughs, and Crack eventually made millions for young Black and Latino teens and young men throughout the Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, and Harlem.  You see, at that time, the NYPD was comprised of three separate entities: Housing Police (Projects), Transit Police (Subways), and Patrol (Precincts). Drug crime ravaged the streets, but the projects were hit especially hard.  New York City Housing Authority (NYCHA) depended on the housing police to protect its residents, but they were overwhelmed by the drug gangs and overwhelming crime wave that spawned from Crack.  So while the kids were playing outside, the real game being played was cops and robbers.  I saw so many cops chasing people outside and inside my building I used to think they were also playing tag.  Matter of fact, cops and robbers looked fun.  I wanted to play too!

“Ayo it’s hell on earth / Who’s next or gonna be first? / The projects is front line / And the enemy is one-time / I ain’t gotta tell you, it’s right in front of your eyes”

Mobb Deep: “Hell on Earth (Front Lines)”

Officer Rosado was the housing police officer assigned to my building; the Bailey Houses, a 21 floor high rise which took up an entire block.  Must have sucked for him to do vertical patrols, which is when police ride the elevator all the way to the top floor of a building, then walk up to the roof landing for inspection, and proceed to walk down the stairwell of each floor, zig-zagging both stairwells performing security checks and addressing whatever crime you may stumble across.  I look back and shake my head because I’m sure Officer Rosado disregarded all of the project shit he encountered.  I know this because he was never around when stuff went down.  They used to hustle in front of my building, someone was always calling the pay phone, then deal from the benches or inside the lobby in the staircases.  Sometimes, there would be fights, or some cats from another block getting jumped or robbed or stabbed and shot in the back of my building.  The cops were never around, and when they had to come to my building, life sucked for them.  They had to watch out for air mail.  Ducking eggs, onions, apples, shit, the entire produce section from Key Food being thrown at them and their cars, then they had to walk up the stairs because the elevators would be shut off.  Don’t ask me how that happened most of the times po-po visited my block.  Someone was watching. I know some dudes had police scanners, or there would be lookouts from houses and smaller apartment buildings across the street.  Sometimes, there would be dudes looking down from the roof of my building.  When New Jack City came out in 1991, I remember how my classmates in Junior High were buzzing about how Nino had lookouts on the roof of The Carter with two way radios, looking out for one time.  I wasn’t impressed because they used to do that on my block, and at all of the other buildings around my neighborhood all the way through to Marble Hill Houses (projects).  Coincidentally, Queens own infamous drug dealing click the Supreme Team headed by Kenneth “Supreme” McGriff, employed lookouts with two way radios during their reign over the Baisley Houses in Queens in the Crack Era 80s.  Whether it was my hood; Bailey in the BX, or Baisley in Queens, it always seemed like the police were playing from behind, because the streets were always watching.  Cops and robbers was a blowout sometimes, cops usually on the wrong side, until the inevitable 4th quarter come back, sometimes with an assist from the Feds.

“Cash money baby”. Too many trap stars are trying to be the next Nino Brown.

Speaking of the alphabet boys, talk about haters right? The Feds are always looming with a RICO indictment if you really play the streets that hard.  No one plays “the game” fair.  Shit, the dudes playing the game sometimes make up the rules as they go along, chasing that dollar with triple beam dreams.  Everyone is watching somehow, someway.  But in today’s social media obsessed world, it seems like the roles have flip-flopped.  Police are the ones being stalked and recorded.  I don’t know how I would have reacted to having cell phones recording me while I’m trying to make an arrest, a legal arrest mind you, but oh, yeah, that’s right; this did happen to me once in 2009.  I was working for NYPD Transit at the time, on post in full uniform at the 42nd Street Port Authority Subway Station. Suddenly I saw a commotion coming from the Brooklyn bound trains.  I ran downstairs to investigate and I saw a man staggering towards me holding his bloodied face, blood pouring from his nose like a faucet, and several passengers pointing to another man who I had just noticed with a red jacket, and a red bandanna covering his face.  That man immediately squared up at me and threw a punch that just missed my face.  It was on. After a few swings and misses from both of us, I managed to tackle him against the benches on the subway platform.  Now, I’m trying to put this guys arms behind his back to arrest him, but he seems as strong as 10 men, he locked his arms up, a classic passive resistance move, and he began kicking the shit out of my shins with his construction Timbs but at that point, backup had arrived and that’s when I saw the cell phones.  People taking pictures and recording instead of calling 911.  I whacked this guy on his legs with my baton a few times so he could stop kicking me, and two other officers finally pulled his arms together to slap handcuffs on him.  People were actually saying to me that we beat the guy up as we led him upstairs and out of the train station into our police car for transportation for arrest processing.  Really?  I beat him up?  It was later determined that he needed to be taken to the hospital because he exhibited signs of being under the influence of drugs..which hospital blood tests revealed to be PCP. Contaminated Marijuana was also recovered and field tested positive from his book bag.  That explained his crazy strength and resistance to pain.

NYPD officers conducting a 10-75 Vertical Patrol in a NYC housing project building, one of the most dangerous hazards for NYPD Housing Police.

Turns out that clips of that video fight were on YouTube for a couple of days, and the majority of the video clips just showed the parts where I’m hitting the guy in the legs with a baton while the other cops are pulling his arms back, so it looks like we’re beating this guy up, or I’m an “abusive fucking pig” as one user commented on the video post, but that’s not the case because you didn’t see what happened before it got to that point.  This can be the case for numerous videos involving police incidents.  I know what you must be saying while reading this: “He’s a police sympathizer!”, “He’s making up excuses”.  Nah. I’m just being real, because video footage also comes in handy when police are actually being abusive or violating civil rights.  However, in some footage of police shootings that have made for the divisive times we find ourselves in now in this America, keep in mind that there was unseen footage or unknown events that occurred before footage is captured, not in all of these cases, but for some.  I’ll discuss this further in Part Four of this series.  Nowadays, with more and more police departments nationwide adopting body cameras, security cameras on every corner and in every store, and just about every one has a cellphone quick to record, everything is captured on video footage today.  There is no need for lookouts with 2 way radios or dudes flipping Pigeons on the roof to alert that one-time is coming through anymore. Everyone has a phone, or you can always have a snitch in your crew.  Don’t sleep on C.I’s.  Confidential Informants come through big time to help clinch cases for police agencies across multiple levels of law enforcement nationwide.  Or, in the most ironic way possible, you have those instances when keeping it real goes wrong, as it appears to be this way with the recent arrest and federal drug trafficking indictment of Philly rap & trap star AR-AB and his OBH (Original Block Hustlaz) crew.  Dude really went on DJ Vlad’s famous VladTV show and snitched on himself by explaining in detail how he inherited his drug connect when his plug was killed.  For those not familiar with the slang, a plug is a drug connect; the person who you get your “work” (drugs) from.  So what AR-AB did was basically tell police that he is the connect! If there is ever a facepalm moment for both the streets and law enforcement, this was it.  If you think police agencies are not plugged into the world of hip hop and it’s connections to the street game, then I’m here to tell you that I ride a Unicorn to work everyday and I have Big Pun’s new mixtape.  This was an alley-oop indictment for the feds.  See, cops and robbers is the game of life.  There are no rules.  Police got smart and now peruse social media for ignorance of epic proportions, it makes for easy warrants and indictments. Just check out  Worldstar, Mediatakeout, and YouTube.  Dozens of videos of people being jumped, knocked out, or cops chasing or beating on someone, or some gang bragging about shooting, or robbing someone, flashing stacks of cash & jewelry.  Streets and cops are watching..all the time.

Assault Rifle AB keeping it too real (photo courtesy Don Diva Media)

“Still a nigga like me don’t playa-hate / I just stay awake / This real hip-hop and it don’t stop / ‘Till we get the po-po off the block / It’s bigger than Hip..Hop”

Dead Prez: “It’s Bigger Than Hip-Hop”

It has never been a worse time  than now to be a cop.  Who the hell wants to sign up for a profession for twenty plus years to witness the horrors of humanity on a daily basis, and be judged, criticized, vilified and hated for the uniform you wear?  You might lose friends, family might look at you funny, and your dog might not cuddle next you anymore.  In this America, cops and robbers is broadcast 24-7.  I used to want to play when I was younger.  It was different back then in the 80’s during the Crack Era.  It seemed like cops were cool and drug gangs were bad, except for Tony Montana.  He was cool.  Nowadays,  if you lock up your local Nino Brown, You’re the bad guy.   Pardon me, I gotta take a knee.

Say hello to my….Banjo?

“The type to start a beef then run to the cops / When I see you in the streets, got one in the drop…..When the streets is watching / Blocks keep clocking / Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake / Can’t ignore it….streets….

Jay-Z: “Streets is Watching”


It is important for me to stress something to all of you: I am not a policing expert, nor do I claim to be one.  I am simply someone who over 13 years and counting, has worked in several levels of law enforcement including police, corrections, and private security / bodyguard work for the NYPD, Federal Bureau of Prisons, State of Florida Corrections, and security management for Universal Music Group.  Over the course of my employment for these agencies, I have met and worked with a lot of people who I have had interesting experiences with.  I am someone who has taken his experience growing up in urban Bronx, NY, and parlayed that mentality into a law enforcement career that hopefully still has not yet peaked.  Since I began this series, I have been praised and criticized for my views on how policing and the hip-hop/street lifestyle are intertwined.  To everyone out there, these are simply my experiences and opinions.  The media has an agenda, therefore it is important for me to “keep it real” by providing a peek behind the blue line, but also giving a street perspective.  I welcome any and all criticism, comments, opinions, advice, props…you won’t get this perspective from USA Today.  Be well peeps!

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