1. Thursday, November 10, 2011

    people can accuse you of things 

    eazy-e is a sellout in death?

    but what can you do?

    they can demonize you and call you names, but you have to focus.

    you have to focus on the things that make you happy, you have to focus on the things that make you strong.

    when i lived in compton it wasnt out of choice, it was out of desperation. we were poor.

    there i met eazy-e, the only other black kid like me who enjoyed skateboarding.

    unlike today, back then in compton it was a dangerous, all the time. everyone had guns. guns or knives.

    even the women.

    the simplest fights would end up tragically.

    it was horrible, because as a young man you wanted to prove that you weren’t afraid to stand your ground

    but you didnt wanna get hurt and you didnt want to hurt anyone else over weird things like a dirty look, or a misunderstood gesture.

    so eazy and i would just skate. if someone said something we’d keep going.

    he was lucky, he could rap. i wasnt so lucky, all i could do was fly a helicopter.

    the other day i saw an old picture of eazy that i may have taken that ended up on a tshirt.

    eazy loved to skate but he took so much crap for doing it. they called him a sell out, a wannabe, they wanted to fight him over it if you can believe it.

    back then everything was a fight. so at some point both of us, all of us, just said, you know what, fine, if we’re going to die in compton over something as dumb as skateboarding, fine. if we’re going to go to jail because of fighting the wrong person, fine.

    at some point you have to live your life. at some point you have to let go. at some point you have to move on.

    i know when eazy reached that point of not giving a crap because you could hear it in his rhymes

    and you could see it in how he skated.

    he was fearless.

    he was free.

    and thats when the world opened up for him.

    and thats when he joined the world  most dangerous band.

    and thats when i moved to isla vista, where no one wanted to fight you over skating.