Whoever pulled the trigger on that 15-year-old boy in the Bronx, I’m talking to you.
Turn yourself in.
And while you’re at it, tell on every motherfucker who was with you.
Yeah, I said it. TELL ON THEM!
Javits was fifteen. Came to New York from Ghana and had barely been here a year when somebody shot him. He died at the hospital.
Fifteen years old. Going to school.
Now let me tell you something about the neighborhood I grew up in.
When I was younger, a nigga from my neighborhood shot at a dude that was fucking his woman. He ended up hitting a child. Didn’t kill the child, thank God, but he hurt that baby.
And the neighborhood wasn’t having it.
The Old Heads came together and gave that motherfucker a choice. Turn yourself in, or we were gonna handle the situation ourselves.
See, back then, even people who were deep in the streets understood that certain lines weren’t supposed to be crossed.
Children were off-limits.
Now, to whoever killed Javits, let me explain something you might not have thought about.
The people you running with? You think they sitting around somewhere making lifelong commitments to keep they mouths shut?
Nigga, please.
The minute a nigga starts thinking about spending the rest of his life behind bars, loyalty gets real flexible.
You out here worrying about somebody calling you a snitch, and your mans trying to figure out how to save his own ass.
I’m ain’t your lawyer. But I know one thing, sitting around hoping everybody keeps the same story forever ain’t much of a plan.
The old code is dead.
That no-snitching, loyalty-to-the-end bullshit? You better wake the fuck up.
In this day and age, the first nigga to tell is getting the least amount of time. And if you’re the one who actually pulled the trigger, you wanna be the first motherfucker talking.
You could be the shooter and still end up getting less time than the niggas who weas riding with you.
All I’m saying is, somebody gonna tell.
You think all them niggas gonna sit around and risk spending the rest of their lives behind bars just to protect you?
Nigga, please!
Only one of y’all gonna get to see the light of day again.
Whatever street code you think you’re protecting ain’t gonna raise Javits from the dead. And it damn sure ain’t guaranteed to save you.
The old code is dead.
Somebody gonna tell.
Might as well be you.
TELL NOW.
Tell now.