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“I Get Wild Like Larry Davis”

Hip-Hop died all over again when Larry Davis was murdered in prison. If you don’t know the story of Black Superman then check this link here.

For those of you that don’t get the YouTubes at your spot I will tell you the story. When New York City was under attack from crack, crack was the king of this rap shit. The king devil. The city was flooded with the drug. Every corner in the poorest neighborhoods held teenagers selling shit to their elders. Drugs fractured the bonds of adults leading the youth. The drug crack was the most powerful shit evar. The memory of what people did for this drug twenty years ago fueled rap music for the last ten years. But even rap music isn’t hardbody enough to describe the real pain that crack addiction caused. There exists a cross-section of multiple generations of impoverished peoples that have lost family members FOREVER.

This is my New York City. This is Larry Davis’ New York City. Larry stood on the block and pumped that rock, and then he put a team on the block with that rock for people to cop. But then God visited Larry and told him to stop pushing that rock for people to cop. So Larry quit and left the block. He kept all the paper he made from the rocks. Only problem was that the money belonged to some cops. A teenager from the Bronx might as well live in a box. That is the only way you leave the block. When the cops came to get their money from the block they had their guns drawn so Larry Davis licked shots. One cop, two cop, three cop shot. Larry Davis got away now the whole Bronx hot. Hell on Earth for two weeks straight, every block, every corner, every spot, every gate. Too much heat to bare because the jakes were everywhere. It took the FBI and five hundred NYPDetects to extract Larry Davis from the Melrose projects.

The police that couldn’t kill Larry Davis rue the day he went to trial. William Kuntsler was his attorney and he knew how to manipulate his sphere of influence in the media. For Larry Davis it was his chance to tell the truth that cocaine business controls America. When Larry Davis was acquitted of attempted murder charges the police almost rioted in the streets. The trial of Black Superman had ignited a powder keg of prejudice against the poorest community in the city. Larry knew that he would eventually be killed for this. And for a somewhat strange reason, so do I. At the end of the day there are no happy endings or rap songs for the real people that touched drugs whether selling them or consuming them. The desperation and dehumanization that is part of the drug trade eats away your soul from within. The memories of family and friends that were lost forever haunts your mind. This is our fate.

R.I.P. Larry Davis
R.I.P. MC Hood

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