Quarantined

By Jalen Walker

This book is aimed specifically for the urban intellectual. From Generation X all the way to the Millennials. A variety of topics are discussed in this book and what makes it unique is that it's all real life and will still be relevant years down the line. You can learn something as well as get a nice laugh or two through out the whole book. This is a must read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jalen Walker
• Release date: May 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781662900884

Book preview

CALL

I’m sitting here on my momma couch been out of the feds for 1 year and 2 months in the middle of a damn near recession I was listening to19keys podcast then seen one of brother Ben X’s videos and decided that fuck it I’ma write me a book...

I done been through it all and it ain’t enough cause I still be thinking like a criminal. I done came home had me a good girl waiting on me but I let her go down the road all because my money wasn’t right. To a average person that values labels and all that they’ll say she was out of my league etc etc even though she was on a level that most woman aint she accepted me for me felonie flaws and all. But as a man I can’t be laid up and my shit ain’t together.

Reading all these books had my mind going crazy I guess then I realized all that black power shit ain’t go get you no money. No matter how many books you read you can have a whole library if you don’t apply it, it don’t mean nothing and it ain’t go make you nooo money. I had to really think before I came to the conclusion that I was go write a book. Looking at life as it is today realizing that for the most part things haven't changed as far as our condition as a people. It's been the same for over 40 Years. I'm not out to be a activist but I'ma realist when it comes to life and the problems that comes with it.

The real revolutionaries that died for the cause would’ve did it different if they could see you niggas today. Just pitiful as hell. I say all that to say this. That with a whole lot of other things contributed to me writing this book. I’m to young for a autobiography but I’ma let you know a little bout my life and just let you into my mind for a minute.

I rather wrap up and sell my thoughts than post them on social media and only get some likes, what the fuck that’s go do for me.

How I think and what I know cost me time & money so I can’t give it you for free. If you sensitive just save yo time this is not for you. Some might say i’m homophobic or radical but a lot shit needs to be addressed. I’m cursing and talking big shit because I have to speak the language of the people to get they attention. All them big words trying to sound like I went to Harvard and what not fuck that.

I’m go talk like I got a lil sense but at the same I’ma talk a lot of shit too!! It might be a lot of stuff you may not agree with in this book but let’s be adults and agree to disagree. I’m go challenge yo beliefs as well so I hope you ready for that. To the modern urban intellectual this is the perfect read. I’m expounding on a lot of issues going on in today’s time and topics that people are scared to talk about because of the cancel culture. This is for the quote on quote African American community. Somebody had to do it. So the only thing I ask is that you open yo mind and put to emotions to the side while reading this.

Because if not you go get yo feelings hurt and believe me I gives no fucks. If the truth hurts wake up because you living in a false reality. So buckle up and let me take you on this ride real quick.

For me it all started on Stanford street on the Southside at my granny crib. Stewart hood, Murderville, Howardboys, MVHB, M down V up, Murderville kill or be killed all that good shit, I was apart of the younger generation around them ways.

My older cousin he was fucking with boys and that’s how I got cool with a lot of older folks, running with him he fucked around and got indicted his own man’s tried to put a body on him, same nigga up and told on his brother and helped them people give his blood brother a life sentence. Crazy ain’t it.

I gotta another one he got indicted I was about 16 at the time. I look at him different because I heard alot of people throw a bone on his name and if you hear something to many times you believe it and condone in that shit family or not. I gotta good crazy ass family though we was raised out of love thats what I’ll call it and I know that came from the way my granny raised my moms and her siblings.

My moms and all my aunties worked in GM so we wasn’t rich but wasn’t poor I always could go to the fridge and grab some food out so I’m thankful for that .

I had a good upbringing but my family was in the streets. Sad to say it's like it never fails one gets out of prison another one of us goes. Products of our environment really, and growing being exposed to this type of stuff one way or another you was go end up doing something in the streets. Before my time my time I'll watch my cousins and they friends doing what they was doing then later on came me.

Me growing up I’m hanging in granny backyard sitting in cuz car watching him smoke weed, listen to music and sell some white shit I ain’t have a clue what it was at the time.

I’ll see my other cousins hustle so hard just with the weed, this was when ‘dro" was out so if you know you know selling weed was like selling crack back in the mid 2000’s and I wanted in!! My other cousins boyfriend’s of course they was in the streets I was just amazed by the shit.

Then I go home to the Westside and my auntie lived on the block which was right around the corner from my mom’s house. I went down south for a summer and seen some of my people moving so hard. Seeing and being exposed to all this what you think I was on. I was turned after this.

First time I was tronna bag up some weed I had some saran wrap and rubber bands. I ain’t know what the fuck I was doing, on top of that I’m in the back of the school bus trying to do this. I was trying to sell some before hand when I shot my homie fire-place out playing with a shotgun.

He told me he needed $350 to fix it I’m like damn. I’m 13 at the time so $350 was alot of money. Me and my homie walking around tronna sell weed mixed with parsley to make that money for that debt.

Fortunately one of the homies that use to be around but he pulled up on us like what we on? We gave him the run down he chuckled and was like y’all good go home, whatever you owe him you straight I’m finna go holla at em. That was music to MF ears...

A lil time went by and what really made me hustle was my homie Diablo he added fuel to the fire. We was on the block chill-ing doing what we do he talking shit and whatever and he told me YOU AINT GOT THE AMBITION LIL NIGGAthem words stuck with me so tight.

I played with some work a few times but every time it was some shit behind it then after I seen my cousin get indicted they gave this rat ass nigga like 7 years and to me at the time I was like whoaaa I ain’t fucking with the dope So I stuck with the weed. I knew alot of people and faces but names nahh I was serving so many people I did not give a fuck about no name.

I came up so quick off the weed walking through the hood I’ll leave home at 8-9 a.m and hit the drive thru store on Chevrolet. Walking up and down that MF after bout a week I had blisters on my feet and all that I’ll comeback home when it got dark I was basically doing 12 hour shifts. Some days I’ll flip a ounce a quarter at a time then some days was slow.

I was networking in the hood getting clientele and me not even realizing I already had a trap that was wideopen. SCHOOL!!!!! It was crazy but it all worked out but due to the lack of access to some real OG’s I had to learn the streets the hard way.

Moms started noticing me steady running in and out the house, not asking for nothing I always had the money for it, room smelling like big weed all that.

~ TEACHABLE MOMENT ~

Now this is why it’s important for Father’s to be in their sons lives because after a boy turns into a teenager, learns his strength and starts growing into a man it ain’t to much momma can do to discipline him. You just go have to hope you got a good ol boy. This is where a male presence is needed a real man at that and not no feminine faggot ass uncle or cousins but a man and this is all facts. You can’t control a teenage boy that’s in the streets he go do what he want to do. Ladies my best advice to you if your son doesn’t have a strong positive male role model in his life is to go find him one a black one at that (unless your caucasian). Believe me your son is going to need him and more than one at that.

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I know it probably disappointed my moms but when she seen my mind was made up thats what it was. I was never disrespectful to her she raised me to well for me to even do some bullshit like that I did whatever she asked but when I left the crib I was in the streets and was very active as well.

Sometimes I sit back and think like damn because of my criminal record cause years later down the line it’s still a hurdle that I gotta get over repeatedly and sometimes I do get discouraged but I never let it hold me back.

I do believe though that-that and my entrepreneurial spirit is apart of a force and spirit that drives me. All of that is resulting in you reading this book.

Ichose the title of this chapter simply because that’s what I was, I was so smart I was dumb. A BIG DUMMY. See