Ghetto-Logik

CONTENTS

Con-science

Acknowledgment

Hood Dedication

Chapter 1— Sight

My Mission

Greatness

Eye of Innocence

Ghetto-Embryo

Spirit’s Cry

De’ Javue

Excellence

Self-Control

Chapter 2— The universe

Lego of Life

Mind-Game

Insomnia

Twisted

Mind-Game II

Chapter 3— da Hood

$ Check-Day $

Sterling the Addict

Hopeless Welfare

Broken-home (Tale Of A Devine E.M.T.)

Face-Book

$ Check-Day II ¢

Hip-Hop Ode To Afrika Bambaataa

Fame Da Devil’s Advocate

da Wake

Fool Moon in da Hood

Racial Prophile

The View

«Whoa!

The Monster

$ Pension ¢

Chapter 4— No wins

Tradition {A Man’s Perspective}

Tradition {A Woman’s Perspective}

Hubby’z Cry

da Ryde

Conception of a King

Chapter 5— On-star

Wages of Sin

Christ

Bee

E.D.P. (Emotionally Disturbed Person)

Why Come-Plain

The Pope

Disgruntle

Sigh

Fast

Broadway

Life

E.D.P. II (Every Day People)

Chapter 6— The Gardener

Sinderella

A. T. M.

Suburban pigeon

Insightful Words

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

Fool Moon in da Burbs

Phat-Ass

For Sale

Vision of Love

Chapter 7— Blink

My soul

King I Am

Persistent issues

The Twin Within Secret Bout Of A Gemini

Who am I?

To God

Thank you for entrusting me with this fruitful vision.

Con-science

DEATH haunts my conscience like the precious LIFE

That was stolen from my forefather’s father

Whilst strolling through the sacred Garden of Eden

In my mother land St. Lucia

Bamboozled by the first pale faced swindler he ever saw,

Abducted, shackled and packaged

Tighter than a pair of petite spandex on an obese chick,

Afterward,

Slave-traded to a sea of foreign and demonic merchants

Like a stubborn wild ass;

Is the sole reason I refuse to allow old age to catch up to my being

Like swift, regretful and inevitable Karma

As my life’s purpose and plan slowly passes me by; intended but unfulfilled.

Ghetto-Logik

By Jerome Guydance Jewet

Acknowledgment

This book is dedicated to my two wonderful children, Jerome and Jasmine, and their virtuous mom Hysheria. I love you guys and appreciate your support and tolerance through the years that has led to the manifestation of this great masterpiece. I could not have done it without you. Thank you for believing in me and my dreams when I didn’t believe in myself or my relentless visions at times.

First, I devote this tangible and heavenly vision to my loving mother, Lucy Eliza Jewet. She passed away prematurely, but on time according to God’s plan. I also wish to thank my older siblings, Diane, Desmond, Damian and Derrick. Moreover, to my two younger half-brothers, Lance and Vincent; I’m grateful for your contributions in my life. Daddy, keep living your life. Bless you and your new wife Aggie, along with Troy and Calister.

Aunty Rose, thank you for your spiritual advice and discernment. God bless all of my other relatives and friends, everyone in my immediate circle, and all those that have crossed my divine path; whether the experience was rich or unpleasant. Special thanks to my personal and dedicated photographer Doug Stewart. Doug, you are certainly one of the best in the field and I pray that your business, blackorchidphotographic.com, will prosper.

To my best friend William Hawkins aka Hawk, I truly appreciate your sincere friendship. I told you this day would come, and that DIN #93A7677 was just a temporary number and a minor setback in your eternal life. In addition, I wish to thank Larry Buckhannon for all his help and for constantly checking to see if my family and I are doing well. I also wish to thank Rasheen Rah Rah Nicholson for allowing me to be a positive role model and guide in his life.

In addition, I would like to express special gratitude to a few of my personal and favorite mentors, as well as their wonderful families: Sister Karen and Pastor A.R. Bernard, Karen and Troy Ellis, Gemma and Rey Bartolome, and Ray and Marion Logan. Thank you infinitely for leaving an influential footprint in my life.

Last but not least, I extend my love to all St. Lucians, and my devoted supporters; especially every one mentioned in my Hood Dedication and my extended family at Christian Cultural Center. Thank you so much for taking time out of your hectic schedules to read this uplifting and entertaining manuscript. Hope you enjoy it. I love you all. God Bless you.

Hood Dedication

This book is dedicated to everyone living in da Hood; as well as citizens living in suburbia and rural areas. We must examine all sides of their tainted picket fences in order to gain a complete understanding of the junk pile in each other’s dysfunctional backyards, or for the probable cause for our dismal time. Analyzing each other’s Code of Ethics will formulate a vivid vision for change in these three twisted societies, and ultimately, the world.

Don’t misunderstand me, we need to evaluate everyone, but I’m not too concerned about the down to Earth suburbanites and country folks that emigrated from the slums, or from a less opportunistic country that worked hard to better themselves. I’m speaking about the ones that harshly judge the less fortunate due to their race and temporary geographical location, and the ones that one-sidedly criticize hood recipients because of their financial and economic status. While these disillusioned adults are hypocritically passing judgment on so called minorities, the majority of their children is unselfconsciously emulating the savvy dress code and lifestyle of trendsetting rappers and so called hood-rats. I get a thrill watching stuck up closet listeners blast melodious Hip-Hop in their hoopties. It’s funny because when these frauds see me in my luxury vehicle pumping my harmonious rap and reggae tunes under decibels, they eyeball me like I’m the social outcast and they’re the original ISH.

I’ve experienced good-times in da Hood as well as bad, and ghetto fabulous living, as well as severe hardship. Joy as well as pain and despair, and love as well as hate. But the greatest and darkest sorrow I’ve experienced and still face is watching my people suffer and perish from being deceivingly comfortable in an unsuitable environment or condition that derives from the lack of knowledge, wisdom and understanding. Moreover, from subconscious stereotypes, self-imposed limitations, or simply from being too lazy to rise above an impoverish mindset.

Knowledge is the acquisition of information. Therefore I urge the youth to go to school and learn. Attend class instead of running the halls, or hanging out in front of the school, school-yard or in front of the corner bodega displaying rowdy behavior or expressing explicit language. Read and educate yourselves; mainly about your history so that the past does not repeat itself. It’s imperative that we know our history. If we don’t know where we come from, then we will not know in which divine direction to travel. Ignorance gives oppressors a chance to mislead the blind, and an opportunity to pull the wool over their eyes. Their plan is to repeat the same deceptive shenanigans that they ran on our late, great ancestors which will deprive us of knowing who we are. Education is the key to knowledge, wisdom and understanding. It’s the mother of success and divine clarity of self-purpose. It is the only way to excel beyond the unawareness of past generations and the only means of surpassing the subtle ignorance of present times to attain a bright future.

Wisdom is the application of knowledge. So I urge you to collaborate and apply your natural instincts, street smarts and whatever truth that you managed to pull from the one sided generic public school education aka educational propaganda, which is being conspicuously imposed on us. We must use wisdom to become successful and to live life abundantly, but most importantly, we must apply wisdom to gain understanding.

Understanding starts when we begin to see the big picture. It is an individual’s perception, judgment, tolerance and sympathetic awareness of a situation—of an individual—of a society—of a nation—of the world and eventually, the entire universe. Understanding is the power of abstracting double minded Thought from Faith. Carefully analyze Mind Game II to gain an understanding of why I believe people stagnate and procrastinate; instead of uplifting themselves and others to succeed. We must separate ourselves from the crabs in a barrel mentality that pulls an empowered being down from rising to the top of the world.

This book is sincerely committed to all those who have crossed my divine path; friends and family, distant relatives and hood-affiliates. In addition, to bias crime and police brutality victims; particularly slain blacks from unjustifiable police shootings like my close and dear friend Byron Hearst. My heart goes out to his family and to all those who have suffered or have been deeply affected by this sort of Law Enforcement tragedy. Rest in Peace Eleanor Bumpers, Yusef Hawkins, Sean Bell, Trevon Martin, Ramarley Graham, and so many others alike. God bless Sean Bell’s two wounded buddies, Joseph Guzman and Trent Benfield, as well as Michael Stewart, Amadou Diallo, Abner Louima, Michael Griffith, Rodney King and all other innocent victims that the Police Dept. or the Judicial System chose to bury under a stack of politically correct papers.

I can relate to their pain and suffering, and to the violation of police brutality because my brother Desmond and I were firsthand victims of this penal offense. A certain Police Dept. in Maryland beat Desmond and I so badly during a botched drug raid that they nearly crippled both of us for trying to escape their tyranny. They ran Desmond over with a squeaky clean squad car like road kill, while the rest of the force inflicted pain to my physical being with savage black batons. After they were done pummeling Desmond and I in the parking lot of our safe house, they took our bloody stash and nonchalantly peeled off with redneck facades that bluntly expressed, "Charge it to the game NIGGERS! The visible scars on the back of my head and the imperceptible marks on my skeletal frame have left me emotionally traumatized of Po-Po" like gung-ho Larry Davis in his prime. I was tempted to retaliate like Brother Davis, but the kids are watching and I’m obligated to be a reformed and entrusted role model.

Unfortunately, we could not sue the Police Dept. because when you were a hustler from the streets of Brook-Nam (Brooklyn), moving weight on a lucrative strip in a vicious jurisdiction, like we were, you had no choice but to take a loss. So we had to Man Up and take an ass-whooping like two runaway slaves. Thank God that we’re able to joke and laugh about that unprecedented event in good health. Its seems as though I’m contradicting myself, but the point that I’m trying to make is, whether a civilian is guilty of doing wrong or not, they’re considered to be innocent until proven guilty in a Court of Law. The group of men and women that vowed to protect and serve should do just that. They should protect and serve and keep their filthy, corrupt paws to themselves. They fail to realize that they have black sheep in their families as well, and while they are targeting and harassing one group, or individual, a scum-bag fellow officer is stereotyping and harassing a member of their family on the other side of town. With that being said, I would like to continue with my Hood-Dedication.

First of all, I would like to devote this tangible vision to my loving mother, Lucy Eliza Jewet. She passed away prematurely but on time according to God’s plan. Next, to Mrs. Willie Mae Hawkins that treated me like a son, and then to Ms. Ellison, Mrs. Adams, Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, Mr. and Mrs. Horn, Mr. Sattan, Ms. DiSignora, Mr. and Mrs. Fonsville, Mrs. Faye Humphreys, Ms. Darnice Williams, Eddie Adams, Ms. Pamela Walch, Mr. Cedric Hassel, Kim, Ms. Martha’s son Dominique, Hawk’s cousin Alicia and my angelic sister in law Amanda Middleton. Amanda died from a fatal gunshot wound to the chest for being with the wrong click, in the wrong place, and evidently, at the wrong time. Additionally, I dedicate this book to everyone who lost a loved one due to crime and violence, drugs and alcohol, HIV/AIDS, to a mental disorder, to suicide, or simply to the struggles of life; Power to the people.

Secondly, I dedicate these chapters to fallen soldiers who lost their lives on the merciless battlefield of the streets. R.I.P. to Trevor Bobb, Sean Rolle, Hollywood from Cypress Houses, Twan from Farrigut Houses, Savior, Unique from Queens, Born, Will and Leon from Bainbridge St, Troy, Keith and Mel from Chauncey St, Cory from Kingston Ave, Mario, Sham, Footy, Devine, Rel, To-To, Jabbar from Plaza, Barry’s cousin David aka Boomshee Head, Brian, Chuck, Javo, Okon, Bay, Saquan, Ross, Tricia’s nephew Patrick, Marcus from Gates Ave, Black Germaine from Brevoot Houses, Flip, Big Ant and to all executed comrades from back in the day who used to hug the block with me on Chauncey St. and in the Circle located in grimy SE Washington DC. As well as the hustlers that lost their lives getting Arab Money on a hot-strip in Maryland, Virginia, Georgia and the Durty South.

Thirdly, I contribute these lines to incarcerated Kings and Queens. Don’t allow lock down to keep you in a state of despair. A jail cell can only imprison your flesh. Keep your soul and spirit free by aborting negative vibes and analyzing my Ghetto-Logik for truth and encouragement to better your lives. Take this book for all its worth because it is an opportunity to change. Learn all that you can while you’re in the penn and apply it in a positive way when you come home. To lifers, share your testimony with the youth so that they do not repeat your mistakes. Express your criminal slip-ups so that they do not become your cellmate, or experience the same regrets that you may have for being disobedient to your conscience, your friends and family, society and God.

Not all prisons are made out of concrete and steel. So to those that are physically free on the outside of the prison walls, but are still mentally enslaved, change your thoughts, words, actions and motives to escape mental bondage. All wars begin in the mind. It’s the battlefield where spiritual wars are fought. Whether you win or lose the battle before it manifest in the natural is up to you. Live to make new daily mistakes, not repeated ones. To those who have sold their souls to the devil, it’s not too late to get a refund. Penitence guarantees your money back, in this case, your life back.

While I’m on the subject of prison, I would like to give a shout out to Riker’s Island, Sing Sing, Fishkill, Attica, Otisville, Arthurkill, Elmira, Clinton, Downstate, Adirondack, Albion, Butler, Camp Gabriel, Georgetown, Beacon, Altonia, Auburn, Bayview, Barehill, Bedford Hill, Buffalo, Cape Vincent, Collins, Chateaugay, Franklin, Fulton, Gouverneur, Gowanda, Great Meadows, Green Haven, Groveland, Coxsackie, Eastern New York, Edgecombe, Five Points, Hail Creek, Hudson, Lincoln, Livingston, Marcy, Mid State, Mid Orange, Orleans, Oneida, Riverview, Rochester, Mohawk, Mt. McGregor, Ogdenburg, Southport, Sullivan, Queensboro, Shawandunk, Wende, Summit, Taconic, Ulster, Upstate, Wallkill, Washington, Water Town, Wood Bourne, Wyoming, Spofford, Queens House, Brooklyn House, the Tombs, the Boat, and all correctional facilities worldwide.

Big-Up Brooklyn; especially Bed-Sty Do or Die. I’m an urban nomad so I also have love for Brownsville, Ft. Green, Canarsie, Bushwick, Flatbush, East New York, Clinton Hills, Crown Heights, Coney Island, Park Slope and Red Hook. Shout out to Harlem, Spanish Harlem, Washington Heights and the rest of lower Manhattan. I see you Queens, Yonkers, Long Island, Staten Island and the Boogie-down Bronx. Matter of fact, New York stand up!!

In addition, I wish to acknowledge the intimidated individual that pumped five slugs into my well-toned physique. Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity to say thank you because after he squeezed the trigger, he ran like a track star on steroids to save his cowardly hind. I truly appreciate that traumatic ordeal. I needed that rude awakening. You made me a stronger and a much better person, and you also gave me a delightful story to tell whenever someone asks about my abdominal scar and bullet rippled skin. You were a mere pawn on the chessboard of my life and I thank you for helping me fulfill my grand destiny. You made me grasp the truth that I’m a King, and your CHECK made me realize that there’s always a way out of any situation. Your tactic to steal my diamond clustered crown was a brave one, but unfortunately, you were the one that ultimately suffered a strategic CHECKMATE!

Respect to all urban-guerillas getting their thug-workout on in the city parks; no matter the weather or outside temperature. Keep your weight up, and hold it down like you’re on lock-down. I want to give a shout-out to 5-B’s Production (Body Built Beautiful By the Bar), the Bartenders and Ruff Ryders. I see you Rock and your crew from Harlem. I also see you: Animal, Yanny, Bodyguard, Don, Malik, Quan, Keith, Larry, Rah-Rah, Ray Funn, Cooley, Nino, Tek, Ras, Sean aka Tigger, Big-L, Panama, Nate, and all those gettin’ dat money in PS 21 park, Lincoln Terrace park, 144/Lenox Ave park, Wingate park, Highland Park,