I remember the first time I told the homies how much time I got. Most of our bad asses wasn't no where older than 23, hell I was barely 21 when I first hit prison . I WAS GREEN af ya hear me!🤣 but anyways we was in the room kicking it , happy we finally got some bud in our systems. So you know everyone talking about what they gonna do when they go home n how they gonna do this n that . So when it got to me and the homie said " yo Phonk", mocking my accent n shit. When you get out Blood? I nonchalantly said I got life bro. And for the first time I heard all the homies get quiet at once. The way I rock and move is just upbeat like ya know, they were surprised the yellow curly kid who uses Yankees words like pop and who always showing old videos in all these different states n all these pretty ass girls on the phone, got life . They all say the same shit like blawd wtf you act like you go home tomorrow. I had told them i was gonna get a new hearing ya know 1 trial the majority found Me not guilty, then the next me and my supporters watched in horror as the next trial I watched the public defender representing me playing chess on his phone during the trial, watched all the blacks get dismissed in the Jury. One of the homies started tearing up when I told them about them threatened my grandfather for snoring during trial even when told he was dying from cancer and most probably use his last bit of strength to be here in ga for his grandson. I told them about how my then girlfriend was cornered by the officers who said even though I might beat this case they gonna get me for something. I told them alot that day. That was the first day I let myself kry oddly enough n it was the time that I knew even though we were the youngest and most hated gang in prison at that time. If we was going to make it out this mf with our health and respect intact we gotta rock like bros. If we could go to WAR for each other, we could learn and hold that shit down like the gorillas us 90's baby were. I'd be lying if I say we all talk everyday , you know life happens some went home, back on the fuck shit caught tough time , some unfortunately didn't even get to make it to a legal age to buy a beer , buried to young, and the others got their shit right. The point is at that point in time , we knew we were all we got, and at that moment with everyone having a date home other than me, I felt like even though it wasn't no where near home, I was around homies who was gonna ride like I do. That wasn't just the first time I let my guard down, that was the first time I didn't feel like I wasn't 400 miles from somebody who gave a damn about a nigga. That moment help shape the man who I am years later. No matter what protect your brother, learn your brother, grow with ya brother, and give a ear to a brother. If anybody tries to take away their right to prosperity he's a weed and ain't welcome .