In the early spring of 1994 my life was changed forever. I was only 9 at the time.raised in the small town of sturgis in southwest michigan.i was a straight A student ,i played sports,i was  popular ,i was defender of the weak n helpless and I would torment  the bullies.ide pull Thier ho cards and show em how sick we can get wit it. Not just punk em out , I mean physically and mentally break Thier will to be. Then I heard Beverly kills 50187.tha stalker . I was in love instantly. Who is this? I gotta have more. About 1 week later the ringmaster dropped. It was the first item I had ever plucked from a store. The forks up and down And the badass ringmaster all black and gold said aloud to me “I am yours take me” and I did too, to the extent that I picked the album up and just walked out with it in my hand with the big plastic anti theft shit still attached alarms going g off and store worker saying “stop , hold it right Thier kid”I stopped dead in my tracks,turned around d and looked the man (prolly 30 years my elder) in his eye and said “I will fucking kill you here today for this cd” turned back around and walked out.dude didn’t say shit again. I played the ringmaster in my walk man untill the laser burned holes through it.rewind. before there was holes in it i turned my posse onto it. I didn’t know you could be a ghetto hard street thug at 10 years old but that’s just what we where. Knifes, log chains, clubs, homemade maces , tazers ,pepper spray.we where strapped. At this age (9-12 was the age range of our crew then)we only had bicycles (all gts and dynos maybe a diamond back or two) that we had no doubt stole off some punk ass Ritchie’s.no my town.Sturgis is small but we are stategically located 2n half hours from Detroit,Indianapolis,Chicago and grand rapids. Excellent place to meet up. If you know about Michigan in the 90s we coined the phrase “gangsters paradise” we go to adult prisons at 16 in the mitt. They had the fucking gram to life law in effect at the time and coca was erywhere. I said fuck school in the 6th grade and dropped out as did most of the real mafuckers. I could no longer stand people happy people especially. Murder was on my mind all the time so was suicide. By now riddlebox has dropped tunnel of love , the terror wheel and milenko is right around the corner.96-97 era . Now erybody in our community knows who we are , we tagging shit up erywhere. Crew has dropped to about 4 down ass ninjas ride or die. Guess everybody else was faking the funk or didn’t like the beating received from their parents…idk didn’t care fuck em .now we jacking four wheelers and dirt bikes , lifted a few cars just to drive close to home and crash that bitch lol lost the chains and clubs and started packing real heat . Our first was a .22 Cal rifle we sawed the stock off and made pistol grip, then a 9mm bereta and a Benelli 12 gauge tactical compliments of the local police force. Homade pipebombs and molotovs and guns was our tools now. We had motorized transportation and an arsenal what’s next? Drugs a fucking lot of drugs.coke,meth,acid,weed, and i don’t mean a fucking lil 8th. We was kids rolling around d with backpacks full.50lbs of smoke quarter key blow and ice and 100 hits blotter at a time usually resupply weekly. My father who was the king of s.w. mi and north Indiana was still in prison(he was raided in 93 before this all began) but me having his same name and the notiriety of who pops was even the old heads stayed out our way. Arsens ,explosions,car bombs, mayhem city wide .still icp was life. And back then it was WOoT woot not this fucking whoop shit.at 13 I took some kids my age hostage for some shit I heard they’d been talking on one of my homies.well 1 escaped and got free so the law comes ends up juvi won’t be no good cause I am apparently crazy . I spend the next year in mental hospitals.i get out and reunite with my posse. All’s good they couldn’t break me . My ol Man comes home from his 7 year stay in the big house.erybody tells him what’s been happening.my sister who is 15 now with a 1 year old baby..the daddy is one of my suppliers he’s 19. He sitting in jail on some theft and drug charges.1 by 1 everybody starts dying. Being murdered rather. Even ron in county got put down.every adult we fucked with disappeared. Pops called in a order from the West coast.in a month time pops had him a 250k bank roll. (My daddy had a million cash at 17. ) The 250k set the tables back in line .paid off murder debts,greased pockets, u know? Shorlty before this Sami the bull rolled on big John gotti 96-97. And alot of others.no my pops was a power lifter since his teens I’ve seen him punch people eyes out of Thier heads on more than one occasion. (He would say I don’t work out to look big,I work out so when I hit people I break their bones) :) part of the price for him calling in these favors and touching so many lives at once was the relinquishment of his position as drug lord ofs.w. mi and further more was asked to leave state cause you k ow everyone knows someone and people talk and want revenge took. So under the advice of the Israeli millionaire mobsters pops left mi for Tenn I came with him. A new life no more drugs and violence. My dad got a job for the first time in his life he was 37 years old. Me I set about creating another crew, based off the hatchet. And I did .I schooled these Southerners on some northern wicked shit. Turned em on the the drugs. Dad tried his best to save me then but I was gone. I was judicated at 16 a legal adult left home started trapping . Selling crack out the jects fucking single dope whore mom’s . Everywhere I went and go ide spread the message of the hatchet. I berthed a generation of ninjas. I’ve ripped shirts off people In malls and schools. I’ve put life sentences over my head in the name of psychopathic. Now I am almost 33 years old .of all the 50+ people I’ve put on since 94 one of the original kids from mi. And 3 down killas in TN is all that remains. The rest are serving life sentences and the majority are dead murdered, suicide or overdosed. I still stand by psychopathic .I am a product of Icps mental warp. Ivestood tall back to the wall ready to take on the world for the hatchet. Then something changed. The 6 didn’t end in an explosion that killed us all. They fake lamed me a funk I waited 20 years for.i cried during the unveiling,tricked betrayed lied too. But I picked it up and stood strong. I can’t anymore. 2 dope is still the fresh ass mafucking too dope ass dude he always was but j has changed. Family and love softened his wicked heart. Money maybe. Wiz of hood dope. Classic j story telling. His new shit wtf? I will come find you Mr .Bruce . Remember the past .remember where u came from. Don’t bitch at Otis for fucking ya niece , if that ain’t a juggalo move on young wicked part I don’t know ow what one is.and hatchet gear has flopped mafuckers have got me 3-4 times now. Fucked my shit up.back in the day they’d send ya free shit with your order .diff shit for diff amounts. Greedy ass mafucking money killed the dream. I will always love icp and psychopathic but we must correct those we love. Ramblings of a mad man I guess. I love u too rob.ery ody else on the label now can eat a big fat bag full of dicks.