First, on April 1, in Essex, we got our five young guns runnin’ up in a bruthas apartment and beating his ass, and the poleese do not classify this as a home invasion, which it is, but as an assault. As tragic as this shit is there is a lesson there.

Second—but first, chronologically speaking—on March 29, we have a young brutha run up in some old white bitch’s house over in Parkville, wrestle with her, in her house, and run off with her purse, and the poleese report it as a robbery, when it should be reported as a home invasion.

Third, on April 1, over in Parkville, another young brutha runs up in a white lady’s house, while she is home and just takes her purse and again the poleese do not report it for what it is.

Now the poleese have no love for black folks, let alone for members of the Black Spring New African Uprising, but the poleese are afraid—more than anything—of white people with guns. White people with guns could actually kick the ass of the poleese, en they know it. So, in order to keep white people—who read, unlike your trifling asses—from getting worried and start buying guns and defending their houses, by reporting home invasions for what they are, they downplay that shit. This is a signal to Black Spring to move indoors and catch those polar bears hibernating in their dens!

Now, below is a cautionary tale about Golds, which just happened on April 2, in Essex, at the epicenter of our militancy.

Now Golds goes into this white people house—one of those real nice, I got a lot a shit and done forgot we gettin’ real up in the hood now joints—while they three polar bear asses go out on they boat. Golds loots that joint. Now Golds breaks into that joint at 11:45 p.m. on Saturday, stacks their shit up and kicks back to enjoy they liquor and TV, and that fine couch—which his dumbass falls asleep on. Now what do you think happens while he’s laying there dreaming ‘bout selling all they shit and getting’a gold grille on his teeth?

That’s right, the three polar bears are on their way home!

At 11:45 on Sunday morning, ten hours after his ass should have been gone, he wakes up on the coach with Mamma polar bear screaming at his ass. A course she just some white bitch so he goes after her. But then, lo and take hold, with Mamma polar bear and Baby polar bear standing by, old Papa Polar Bear runs Gold’s ass out of there, leaving all of his fancy polar bear shit he was going to sell for that gold grille still back up in there.

Let that be a lesson to you lazy uprisers!

Meanwhile, while Golds is sleeping off his polar bear juice drunk, some other drunk homeboy is shooting at fellow colored folk at the S& S Lounge at Overlea Station. Brutha, what is wrong with you! There are hundreds of white households within a mile of that joint!

Get with it now.

Come to the night.

On the other hand, over there in Parkville, Davontay is getting’ shit done the old fashioned way, sticking guns in palefaces and taking they shit out on the street the way it was meant to be!

Overall, setting the tone on the street and keeping those polar bears locked down in their dens is preferable. That way, you can choose to raid whatever den you like, and the poleese, if they do get involved, will classify it as a robbery or assault, or some other bullshit, all to our just cause though they racist asses don’t know it not.

Keeping if real, if not ideal, from the Black Spring Uprising Front Line, Justin W. R. Justice