Part III
Kali is back to being a king in prison, mostly in San Quentin, and nothing really happens in those 10 months, except we learn he doesn't like to shower with men -"Taking showers in prison reception centers were the worst and I never looked forward to being amongst other men and transsexuals. I had mastered the art of taking bird baths in my cell, but bird baths would still leave me with an unclean feeling so I would bite the bullet and take a shower every time I was given the opportunity to."
"The shower in San Quentin reception center was horrid. I made sure that when it was time for me to wash up that I would have one of my soldiers go and designate a shower just for me. I did that so that I could be the first one in and the first one out, because anyone after that was going to be standing in a sea of dirty water that could possibly cause athlete’s foot or maybe even gangrene or something. The reason the water rose the way it did was because the drains to the showers couldn’t drain fast enough for all the people that were in there, not to mention the hair that would clog up the drain."
"Of course my mother sent me a top of the line Sean Jean sweat suit with some clean ass Nikes again, while all the other inmates that were being released with me were leaving the prison in prison sweats. I looked at them all and thought to myself, “Ya’ll must have burnt your bridges!” They didn’t have anybody to send them any fucking clothes, so they had to go home broadcasting that they were just released from prison; now that’s fucked up."
Out of the Slam and out on the streets, looking for some pussy, and the broad done wrecked his car -"As we approached the front of the prison, I saw Monique waiting for me to come. My heart started pounding with excitement because I knew that I was about to be a semi-free man. I say semi-free because when you’re on parole you are almost free until you get off. I jumped out of that van so fast I think it was still going. I hugged Monique for a second but I didn’t kiss her because I was leery of what she had been doing while I had been in prison for 10 months. I knew that Monique loved to have sex, so I didn’t trust her at all. As we walked to my car I was devastated; it looked nothing like it did when I last saw it. It was dirty as hell and there was a dent on the side rear panel. I wanted to cry and I immediately went into a rant about her not taking care of my car the way she should have. She gave me a lame reason why the car looked like it did and I let it go for that moment. I got in the car and let her drive while I soaked up the free world."
Kali and homeboy Q are dealing in San Fransisco's Tenderloin now -"Q and I had things moving well. Q had a dope dealing broad that was like the queen bitch in the tenderloin, so when the word was out that she was outside, all the dope fiends in San Francisco would come and buy all the dope that Q had given her in less than one hour. I’m not talking one or two ounces either; I’m talking nine fucking ounces gone in one fucking hour. It was an incredible sight to watch. I, of course, would give my share of the dope to the Kumi [poster's note - this was Kali's prison and street gang] members I thought were trust worthy and to a few females that had taken a liking to me.
A couple of months went by since Q and I had gotten our first kilo and things weren’t going so good. The broad that Q had been working with was playing a lot of games with him concerning the dope. One particular time she said that she had been robbed for nine ounces of the dope at her hotel room in Vallejo. Q made her sell dope 24 hours a day until she covered the money she’d presumably lost.
I, of course, knew better, because I’d never trusted the bitch from the beginning. It wasn’t long before the broad came up with another lame ass excuse, saying that someone had gone into her hotel room while she was away and taken another nine ounces from her. Once again, Q made her sell dope until she made up the difference for what she’d lost. I saw it as a game she was playing but Q didn’t see it that way.
Eventually things got out of control in San Francisco. I had to act out some form of violence practically every day and I felt as if I were being influenced by some sort of demonic spirit. I decided I had to take a break from there and so I went back to my neighborhood. Things were getting better now that the police had calmed down with their hourly harassment. Being back in the neighborhood had me paranoid at all times because that’s where I had my terrible run in with the police that sent me away for the 10 months. Not only was I on parole at the time, but I was on probation as well, so I knew that I was an idiot waiting to go back to jail for being in the same area that landed me in prison to begin with.
Even though I was getting all the coke I could handle, I wasn’t seeing the money I knew I was supposed to be bringing in. I was moving at least nine ounces a day but the profit after I sold them was only about $400, which was good to the average citizen but I needed to be moving at least a half of a kilo a day to see the money that I wanted. You see, the thing about being a drug dealer was that as fast as the money came in it also went out; therefore, I knew that I needed to make at least a few thousand dollars a day to live the life I wanted to live from selling coke. It was at that point when I started to realize that the drug game wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be."
Kali is soon arrested again -"I then went to my car and popped open the cap on my rims and pulled out an ounce of crack and started selling the rocks. I was almost finished selling the crack when Bootsy and I saw a car driving slowly down the street, so we ducked to the side of the house that we were selling the drugs in front of.
As we stood on the side of the house talking, we noticed what appeared to be a flash light flickering in the darkness. Then we heard, “Police! Come out with your hands up!” I made a mad dash for the fence behind the house we were at and I ended up on the next street over from E Street, which was D Street. I saw Bootsy trying to get over the gate but his pants got stuck and a cop apprehended him and handcuffed him. I was sitting on the porch of one of the neighbors on D Street, helplessly watching Bootsy get arrested, when all of a sudden I saw him trying to throw something from his waistband. To no avail, the gun he had in his waistband just dropped to the ground like the piece of heavy ass steel that it was.
The cop yelled out, “Help! He has a weapon!” and then pushed Bootsy to the ground until backup came to assist. As I sat scrunched over on the steps of people I didn’t even know, I heard someone coming to the door to see what was going on outside and I knew that if I were found on their front porch that they would definitely report me to the police. I proceeded to walk outside the gate and act as if I were any ordinary citizen that was walking at night, but my plans were immediately altered when a police officer started running towards me and screaming for me to freeze. The foot chase ensued. I jumped a gate to get back to E Street and I hid in the bed of a truck. All the police were running around the truck until one of them looked inside it.
“Freeze! Police! Get down on your stomach!” He screamed, with his gun drawn point blank range at me.
As I was getting down on my stomach, the entire task force ran up on me and one of the cops hit me hard on the head with his flash light, splitting my head. I then grabbed onto one of the windows of my neighbor Melody’s house, which had bars on it, as the police took turns hitting me with their fists and Billy clubs. I refused to let go of the bars on the window out of fear that if I fell to the ground they might kill me. I yelled out as loud as I could for all of the neighbors on E Street to hear so that they would hopefully come to my rescue. After a minute of yelling, Melody and some other neighbors came outside and asked the cops what they were doing to me. The cops told them all to shut up and go back into their houses. Melody told them that she wouldn’t go back into her house until they stopped hitting me. The cops were all trying to pry my hands from the bars, and finally one of the cops said that if I let them go they wouldn’t hurt me anymore. I released the bars and they all ran me into the ground, still punching me and trying to twist my arm in hopes of breaking it. While all this was going on, the Oakland Police Sergeant had his gun to my head saying, “Act like you’re going for a gun so that I can blow your fucking brains out you fucking no good dope dealing son of a bitch!” Melody screamed for them to stop until they finally did and then they handcuffed me and picked me up to my feet. As they pushed me towards the police car, my mom and pops were right there asking them why they beat me the way they did. At the time I didn’t know the extent of the police brutality that I had encountered but it must have been bad because my mother was crying asking why they had done that to her son.
I couldn’t believe that I was going back to prison, and not only that, but thanks to the Oakland police I had gotten my ass whooped pretty good for the first time in my life. After the police took me to Highland Hospital to get staples in my head from the deadly flashlight blow, I was transported to North County Jailhouse. When I got to the jailhouse, I was able to see my face and up until that point I had never seen my own blood. My head and my left eye were swollen like the Elephant Man. My fucking eye was closed and my head was covered with bumps. All I could think about was almost getting killed for a few fucking dollars that I would now have to spend on attorneys and commissary. I also knew that being on probation I could get up to five years in prison, so it was highly concerned with the situation. "
Kali's in the slam again, and Homebody Q gave Kali's lawyer a check that bounced 
, off to Santa Rita jail he goes. There he gets in more trouble -"The two months in Santa Rita were very eventful. I met a guy that had been living down the hall from me named “Crazy D”. Crazy D, come to find out, grew up around the corner from me. It was strange to think how Crazy D and I had never spoken until this one particular day. I guess it was because he rarely came out of his cell, but we hit it off as if we were friends for years. Crazy D and I became good friends and I told him about the dilemma I had with a witness in my brother’s case that was out right lying about him, saying that he had killed her boyfriend. I explained that my brother was in another city at the time of the murder and Crazy D listened attentively to my situation before suddenly asking me if I wanted the girl dead. He caught me by surprise with what he asked me, but I looked him in the eyes and I knew he was dead serious. I told Crazy D to do what he saw fit. I never thought in a million years that this dude would even pursue the situation when he got out of jail, because people always talk when they are in jail but when they are released they forget all about what they said they were going to do.
A month went by after Crazy D and I had talked about the situation with the lying witness, and the next thing I knew Crazy D was getting called on the loud speaker to be released. He came by my cell and told me that he was going to take care of that situation, and I told him thank you and that I would surely bless him when I was able to. Crazy D left the pod and as I watched him leave I got the feeling that he was going to carry out what he said he was going to do.
A few days had passed since Crazy D had been released and I talked to my mother on the phone. She was hysterical saying that I messed up my brother’s case by sending Crazy D over to that girl’s house. I asked her how she found out about that and she said that my little brother’s attorney called her and said that a guy was arrested for threatening the witness of the case. My mother asked me why I would have someone do that and I told her that I didn’t intend for it to happen the way it did. I could tell that she was upset with me and I definitely began to wonder whether I made the right move in doing what I did."
Kali get ready for his court date, but his lawyer hammers out a deal with the state, he gets 2 years, but since he was a ready being held, the 2 years really amounted to about 9 months. The parole board gives him a year for the violation too. But he winds up with about a 16 month sentence between everything.
Kali will serve some of that sentence in Pelican Bay, he did not like the gym there, but enjoyed being a prison barber.Kali goes home, and celebrates with a movie, he explains how he picks a movie theater on parole -"My first weekend home, Monique, her daughter and I went to the movies in Union City CA. I didn’t want to go where a lot of niggas were because I didn’t get along with niggas. I preferred to go where the whites were because they respected the muscle, while the blacks were just intimidated by it."
Kali meets back up with "Q", and it's back it the dope game, he doesn't trust his partners so he gets his girlfriend to sling for him -
"I didn’t want to sell dope but my money was getting low and I didn’t know when my new found pimp life would start seeing some money, so I had to do something to bring in some cash and cocaine was the first accessible way to do it. I talked to Monique about her selling dope for me and she was hesitant but then she didn’t want another broad to sell my dope, so she agreed to do it. I was thinking about all the money I would make with Monique selling the dope instead of getting a fucking dope fiend to do it, who I would probably have to kill over a few hundred dollars."
Kali is now pimping a few girls, selling ex, and crack. Here he talks about his first hoe -"I’ll never forget the night I got chosen by the first official prostitute that I had on Swole-Pimping Team. All my workers had sold all of the dope I’d given them and I was heading out of San Francisco, since it was around three o’clock in the morning. As I told all the drug dealers on the block that I would see them the next day, a thick broad that I had seen a few times asked me if I was leaving and whether or not I could give her a ride to her house. I told her that I was indeed leaving and I didn’t mind giving her a ride home. When we got to my car, her eyes got big and she asked me, “Is this your car?”
“Yes, do you like it?” I replied.
The bitch acted like she had hit the lottery or something. We got in the Lexus and I drove off and we started talking. We started the conversation by asking for one another’s name, and then I asked her what she was doing down in the tenderloin. She said that she was trying to make a few dollars and I asked her how? That’s when she told me she was selling a little dope but that wasn’t what she was good at; I asked her what it was that she was good at and she told me that she made most of her money being a prostitute but she couldn’t find a solid dude to team up with. I looked up to the pimp god and said thank you. I picked up Mocha (my new prostitute) the next day to let her sell some of my dope and she did it with no problems. The only reason I had her selling dope instead of pussy was because I still had dope that needed to be sold. I could tell that Mocha didn’t like selling drugs because she wasn’t getting a lot of sales. I finally asked her after two hours of being in the Tenderloin one day what the problem was and asked her why she hadn’t finished selling the dope yet? The bitch outright said, “I’m not a drug dealer, I am a prostitute, and I told you that!” I said OK and then asked her to give me the remainder of the dope. I explained to her that we were going to get her cleaned up and that I would take her to the hoe track. With an attitude the bitch was like, “Thank you because I told you when I met you how I got money!”
Kali, the chivalrous pimp - "After I set the bitch down on the hoe stroll, I felt like I was a real pimp at that moment. I had my first hoe and she should be able to bring in some major dough because she was a nice looking hoe. After I set the bitch down on E 14th (International Blvd), I drove around and took care of some business. In about one hour I got a call from Mocha saying that a guy was trying to kidnap her and I needed to hurry up and get there. I checked my 40 cal. to make sure all the hollow point bullets were intact because I never underestimated Oakland’s mean streets. I got to E 14th in record time and as I drove down the track I saw Mocha in the hands of a big black guy. This guy was about 6’ 5” and had a shiny bald head. When I pulled up the bitch started trying to break free out of the niggas grasp. I rolled down my window with my trigger finger on the trigger of the 40. Cal and I said, “bruh, that’s my bitch so un-hands her!”
Kali loses a good hoe 
-"I’ll never forget the night I lost Ree. I went to the San Francisco Bart Station to pick up Cam because he was going to hang with me. I had gotten wind of a lick and I wanted him to come with me as an intimidating force. When I got Cam, I immediately gave him a pill and told him that San Francisco was a different world from Oakland. Cam was with me the entire night and I had done one pickup from Ree of $300. I told her to make sure that she called me every hour on the hour and she agreed that she would. It was great having a seasoned hoe because I didn’t have to babysit the bitch like I did with the young hoes.
After I got the money from her, Cam and I went to a few clubs and had ourselves some drinks and were having a ball. After the last club we went to, it was about three o’clock in the morning and I hadn’t heard from Ree in about four hours so I was worried as hell because I couldn’t afford to lose a $500 a night hoe. Cam and I went to the room I had gotten for the bitch at Holiday Inn and we waited for her until the both of us dosed off and fell asleep. At around five o’clock in the morning my phone rang and it was Ree. “Bitch, where have you been? I been worried sick about your ass!” I said.
Ree said that she fell asleep at her trick’s house and that she was sorry for having me worried. I told the bitch to hurry up and get to the room because she deserved a smacking for having me worried. The phone hung up and I knew at that moment that I had lost the hoe.
Two weeks had passed and I hadn’t heard anything from the bitch and my pockets were once again getting low. I kept getting hoes that would stay with me for a couple of weeks and then they would go on to the next guy. All my hoes would end up going to the dope fiends – the so called “pimps” that would do dope with the bitches to keep them."
Kali no good at pimping, turns back to dealing extra hard, he is caught again after getting drunk at a strip club, and being found with other felons, a no-no on parole, he is sent back to Quentin - "The word traveled fast that I was back at San Quentin and all the Kumi members that knew me came to talk to me while I was at the reception center getting booked into the prison. All the Kumi cats, as well as patnas from the streets, came to see if I needed anything and I told them that I didn’t but for them to find Abraham to tell him that I needed some food and cosmetics. They got on it immediately. It was, of course, embarrassing to be back in prison, but I just blamed the white man for my misfortunes and that made me feel better about myself and my predicament."
