My sophmore year in highschool I came across a brother by the name of Greazy G. Greazy, as he liked to be called, and I became friends. We drifted through highschool together, smoked blunts, chased women, stole things and joined the Bloods. I was into Djin and Greazy was into the ladies and although we had different interest we continued to live our gangster lifestyle together going out at night and getting into trouble. It was during those days that my mind would wonder and I started to think, “What am I doing with my life?” We would get high and I would go home look at the stars and think, “Who created this? He, whoever He is, is one bad *&^$&**&^%$.” Sorry for the the language but I’m trying to get across how I used to think so forgive me.
We both ran with the Bloods I a Piru and he ran with, what I believe, was called IFG. We continued our cycle of ignorance and misguidance until one night I saw a man get shot. I got out of the car, ran to the body and found blood everywhere. I asked the Policeman, “Can you help him? You gotta help him!” The policeman looked at me and said, “He’s gone.” That night, high as a kite, I drove home thinking deeply about what I saw and then it hit me, “What is the difference between him and you? You both took showers, put on your fresh scents, best clothes and left to catch some cuties. The only difference is he’s going to the grave-yard and your going home. But if you don’t stop, one day your gonna follow him.” I almost stopped the car and said, “Man, what is wrong with you? Why do you keep thinking like that.” However, it was that night, under the faze in my car and the Bob Marley cuts that I started changing and thinking about things. al-Humdulillah a year or two latter I was Muslim. However, I made a major mistake and that was that I cut off my old crew. Scared that I would slip, I distanced myself from the homies and went on with my business.
Recently I received a message from Greazy G. We both spent time in the County together so I was happy to hear from him through an acquaintance who sent me the following message. The Question was asked, “If you could holla at Suhaib [Wax] what would you say to him:
“I tell him, you know, you doing a good job. I’m glad to see that
you’re doing well I wish you had stayed in touch, but you gotta do
what you gotta do to take care of yourself. But I’m proud of him.
There’s only self-preservation. That’s the first law of human nature.
If that was the decision he had to make, I guess it was the right
I was sad to here that Greazy is locked up [due to the ladies again]. I plan to contact him and hope that he will be able to come out of the darkness that I was once in. It is important for converts not to lose connections with those they came up with. Don’t make the mistake I did because one day it will come and visit you again.