Archive for May, 2012

PURPLE REIGN…

Thursday, May 24th, 2012

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WHAT’s THE FLAVOR!?! DECEP!

HAIL MEG!

Last night was the premiere of the movie ‘Deceptz’ which was loosely based on the legendary status of my brothers MEGATRON, RUMBLE and CYCLONUS. I say loosely based because the movie wasn’t written well enough to describe the passion that galvanized our collective together while we fought against the entire city. Because the story ended up being weak, ‘Deceptz’ will go straight to DVD if it even gets pressed up at the factory at all.

Last night was a gorgeous night though because I saw some brothers I have not seen in fifteen to twenty years. BOMBER, P-WOP, BLUR, BOSTON, HOOK OFF, DEVASTATOR, MENASAUR… It was a family reunion right on 59th Street, around the block from Art & Desgn H.S. Twenty years later we STILL shut that block down. The fools came out in force and you know what happens at a family reunion when one of the brothers says some sideways slick shit?

I say brothers a lot when I refer to the youth collective I joined during my teenage years, but sisters were an integral component of our collective. Let it be known that these sisters are prah’lee some of the most hardbody chicks evar. Still to this day. GOD created man first and then shit got better with woman. I had to laugh to myself that some of us are grandparents now, and still as loud and death-defying as when we were kids ourselves. Through it all I remain the Black Peter Pan. Always for the kids. No Robert Sylvester Kelly to that last sentence.

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The fools in front of Brooklyn Tech.

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STONE is a grandfather and a godfather in this shit.

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This looks like a picnic day at Rockaway Beach.

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Still foolish even though some of us are a little bit fatter. Okay, in my case a LOT fatter.

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Big CY and ROXY

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SPANKY and ROXY. Truth be told is that I had the biggest crush on SPANKY. Well, everyone did. You didn’t dare fuck around with SPANKY though. If she caught your ass cheating she would shank you, and that’s real talk.

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HEADSTRONG still looks the same.

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Shout out to VITAL for bringing that love of family, and respect of the foundation to the younger generation, and for having everybody’s phone numbers.

Being with all of the fools last night reminded me of what the essence of DeCep was from the beginning. We are NOT a gang. We are family. You don’t become a family through violence, but through love and sharing. Yes, some people will get knocked the fuck out because they cross the family. GOD bless those foolish mortals. Let me tell you some stories about my brothers and the city we lived in. You decide if you still want to label us a gang, or if you can recognize that we were simply trying to find our place in a world without love or respect for us.

The transformation that I’ve made from two decades ago is complete and I still have love for my brothers and their struggles in life. I just think it’s time that you heard the true story of growing up poor in a city overrun with drugs, corruption and greed. Save your judgment until you have heard the truth.

By the way, PARIS HILTON was at the premiere too. Ha ha. Crazy night.

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MEGATRON 101

Thursday, May 24th, 2012

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Editor’s note: Pulling another drop out of the archive to celebrate D-Day. Hail Meg!

The passing of my homey RAY BARNETT has stirred a lot of feelings inside of my heart. I wanted to think that somehow through pain and time I could escape the things that plagued me when I was a teenager. The sad truth is that young people can destroy things faster than it takes to build or repair them, and there will be a lifetime of rebuilding for the BARNETT family.

Just like there has been a lifetime of rebuilding for the family of RICHARD FRENCH.

RICK was NOT a common street thug or a random hoodlum. He attended Brooklyn Technical high school and dreamed of being an artist or an engineer. Brooklyn Tech was so diverse with students from all over the city and all types of backgrounds. This school taught us how to speak the universal language of New York City. There wasn’t a corner of the city that RICK didn’t know how to navigate, and this was before we had stolen a single car.

RICK put me up on this crazy store on Canal Street called Canal Jeans Company because they sold all kinds of designer shit for pennies on the dollar. Polo Ralph Lauren knit sweaters, Coca-Cola rugbys and Girbaud jeans for $10 dollars a piece. You didn’t need to steal shit at those prices, but you did it just to see if you could get away with it. RICK had two brothers that were right behind him too so his shit belonged to them as well. You didn’t have to be his blood brother to get the jacket off his back if you needed it. RICK would show you where to get your own soon afterwards.

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Meg and Shock circa 1987

What I didn’t realize was the situation that RICK had grown up in back at home. He was the protector of his brothers outside of his house and sometimes inside of his own home. His dad was abusive to his mom in front of him and his brothers. Instead of becoming angry and introverted RICK became determined and focused to rise above the Brownsville neighborhood that encapsulated him.

There’s no other borough in the city then and now that contains all the potential and simultaneously, all the danger of Brooklyn. Its all inside there on any given day. The goal is to avoid the pitfalls that are often hidden and disguised in order to stay in the race. There is no finish line either. The race is everyday life. Raising a family and building a community takes more than just one man’s lifetime. I salute RAY BARNETT and RICHARD FRENCH for both giving their lives to the beautiful struggle.

In the upcoming months there may be a renewed interest in the story of my brothers who were labeled a street gang. Now while we were responsible for some of the bad things that occurred in New York City we were influenced by any so-called gangs. If anything is the truth it would be that the Zulu Nation were our forebears. Our brotherhood was not localized to a neighborhood or even a borough, but made up of young men and women from the entire city who felt marginalized and threatened. We formed this collective to fight back against those feelings. Never in our minds did we imagine that we might become the oppressors ourselves.

Peace to Cyclonus, Rumble, Roxy, Spanky, Vital, Astrotrain, Barrage, Headstrong, Soundwave, and all the brothers and sisters fighting and working to make this lifetime right. Even though RICK is no longer with us we still remember his love for us.

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Big Cy and Roxy circa 1989

R.I.P. MEGATRON

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012

Hail Meg!

Editor’s note: Sean Price called me today to remind me that May 23rd is D-Day. Hail Meg!

I saw a movie this weekend and it further reinforced my ideas about charisma and leadership. Some people are born leaders. They have a presence that is magnetic and forceful. They have the courage to lead by example. The most intelligent leaders know how to delegate responsibilities to people who are loyal to their program.

I want to honor a young man who had all the special qualities of a great leader. His tragic flaw was only that he was young. His greatest acheivement was that he was the catalyst for the assembly of a 500+ member collective that came from every corner of the city. There was never before and there has never been since a community action group of this size and complexity.

This young man was from one of the most depressed areas of New York City, the Ocean Hill section of Brownsville. It was a neighborhood in which the abandoned buildings and vacant lots serve as playgrounds and open spaces. The services that most places take for granted like trash collection and street cleaning are luxuries. It was in this environment that he was raised, but his conciousness extended beyond these conditions. As a student in one of NYC’s most prestigious high schools, he displayed his intelligence and charisma. The students of this school were often terrorized by groups of youth from neighboring high schools.

MEGATRON decided to assemble a group of schoolmates that would repel these young terrorists and provide a measure of safety for the students that needed his help. The early success of his group spawned the formation of a larger network of students throughout the city. Thru his leadership, this youth action movement grew to encompass members in every boro of the city and was renowned and respected for its mobilization techniques.

One of my fondest memories of MEGATRON recalls a time when the original 13 members of his youth organization were prevented from securing a goal they had set for themselves. Instead of admonishing some members for not being active enough, he spun that day’s failure into a positive message for victory the following day. On the next day’s mission, who do you think was front and center in the effort to secure the youth collective’s agenda?

MEGATRON was an inspiring dynamic leader and I thank GOD for being able to call him my brother.

Eagle Scout Lifestyle…

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

I’m the Eagle of the Phat Scouts.

I’m still rocking the Jordan 2012 Year Of The Dragons every chance I get. I’m mad I didn’t buy more of these high Jordan socks. They make my legs feel good.

NYC IS FILLED WITH ANIMALS…

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

Animal New York is a web magazine that was interested in putting the Internets Celebrities on their pages. The people over there are doing God’s work like the good folks at Vice and Mass Appeal.

Animal is a lot more NYCentric than those other pages tho’ and I’m hooked to what they are doing.

Peep game…