he had a public access show, a nice lil crib and a harem of about 5 women,
*Imma fiend for esoteric bookstores and the sweetest cheeba*...dude would be in the bookstores out chapel hill on franklin with a bytch damn near every time I went, once I had on a levis denim jacket with panther patches on it
he walked over to me and said "that's a nice jacket bruh, what you know about that?" I told him the jacket was my uncles and he used to fukk with the panthers heavy...I cant recall the name of the book I was holding but it was about the moon being artificial and this nikka knew all about the book...dude seemed cool af, like a regular conscious brother w/ locs trying to promote his public acesss show... his girl is the type that reckless eyeballs a nikka behind her nikkas' back...I told dude I was about to go smoke one before I call a cab to head back to durham...we agree to split the cab, dude lived 5 minutes away from me and he invites me in and tells me he has some Malachi York shyt I had to see, I smoke with him and 2 of his girls they match me and I hoofed it down the hill to my crib... later that night me n my nikkas laughed at his show ...I found it funny that dude was nothing like the cool conscious brother I just met...this nikka was militant reading from the bible and had another brother cosigning him like " You hear that...you hear that!! the lord hates these devils and they must be destroyed"
a few months later I turned on the tv and the local news was at dudes crib...the rest is history...this nikka tried to get off with a I'm crazy defense
