The Streets of Harlem Part 2

By Lester Marrow

The Streets of Harlem (part 2) explains everything that the first edition could not! Lester Marrow explains how Class-ism of today becomes our newest form of Racism. Keywords related to this gripping novel should give a better detail of what's installed ... The Generation Gap, Drug Related, Romance, Ignorance, Road to Recovery, The Music Industry, Ball Players, Politrixx, Organizations, Film Making, Problems, Solutions, Lovers, Haters, Strippers, Gays, Lesbians, Convictions, The Law, The Job, The Reasons, Murder, Robbery, Education, Loyalty, Leaders, Presidents, Rich People Poor People Terrorist, Politicians, Life, Death, The Past, The Present and The Future.. "IF You're not the part of the solution You're the part of the problem"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 4, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257710812

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Table of Contents

Copyright Page

Title Page

Acknowledgements

Dedication

If you’re not the part of the solution you’re the part of the problem

Culture unified reflects beauty!

The Streets of Harlem Part 2

Lester Marrow

Acknowledgements

I would like to acknowledge every one who went to school with me since the days of John B Wes worm P.S. 197, P.S.200, The Dime I.S.10, Louis D. Brandeis/the Annex and Phoenix Academy.

I acknowledge a list of People,Places and Things! From my very good brother Orange Juice Jones, Bishop (RR) Al Boondoe (RR) Spider (RR) Vinnie from (Trife Life), Gusto, Mr. G.Weaver representing John J. University, Clarisse and mother from 610 135th Street, Darlene Lewis, Dollar Bill, Eric (Engineer), Debbie & De’sean, Tammy from Grant, Cap & family, Metro and family, Michelle and Family, The Marrows and cousin Ice –Tee Rap Artist/Actor

Moto the Child Superstar, Rap artist Gilteen, The Dominican Rap Artist Alex aka A1, C-Gutter, Ms. Billie and Ms.Naomi Icons of Harlem & Brooklyn, Big Derek the film Producer, The truth to film making Benjamin Jimerson-Phillips and mother Jimerson, the Dean family (RR) the 1199SEIU co-workers and organizers, Kyle Bragg, 32BJ, Marvin, Prince, Pretty the Pimp from St. Nicholas Projects, Ricky Davis, Rock West, Kareem, Willie Gumms, Black, Skii, the God, Trell, Ronnie Ikce, Auto, 155street on down to 96 street projects on the east side and west side, From Broadway all day on up to Washington Heights, Master Johns Barber shop, Danny Barber shop, Richard Barber shop, Marlon the Barber, Manny Dog Beauty saloon, Harlem’s Beauty saloons, all the Dominican and Latino beauty saloons, all of Harlem’s bootleg cigarette and DVD hustlers and vendors on 125th Street, The Boogie down Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn for sure, New Jerules, L.I., Shaolin Island, B-mo, D.C., ATL, N.C.,D.C., P.A., Texas, L.A. Cincinnati, Miami, Boston, Upstate New York, All Minimum to Maximum Prisons through out the U.S. Every block & Project complex in Harlem, Bean & Reggie Hubbs, from the Ville, Jewels from FED magazine, Kev & Kavario from Don Diva magazine, Black Star Video Store, All the talented book Authors on your local bookstand, Oprah Winfrey for showing love and Wendy Williams. All athletes from B-Ball to Football, love to all the Wild Cat job and drug counselors, Parole and Probation officers on down to the Housing Court Lawyers, Judges and Welfare Case Workers. Last but not least the first black President (who can shoot a 3 point shot from long range) Barack Obama and his family.

Dedication

I first and foremost dedicate this novel to my mother

Ms. Earldine Marrow, and my twin sons

Maurice and Marquise Lynch.

I also dedicate this novel to every one that remains in the struggle with in the Streets of Harlem and every ghetto as well as non- ghetto through out the world.

I also send recognition to the elderly, disabled, the sick and the suffering.

I send dedications to all of the great supporters who supported every book project and DVD project that I shared with the people.

I definitely dedicate this novel to the youth and to the young adults pursuing their education and venturing into the field as entrepreneurs and many fields of careers which formulate such individuals into productive role models with in our society of today.

I dedicate this novel to the numerous amounts of individuals who unfortunately made enormous mistakes in life and desire to work hard to correct their era from the times of yore. It’s never too late.

I dedicate this novel to all followers of righteousness with in every form of religion.

Last but not least I dedicate this novel to you! The Reader…

The reader who has chose to come with me on this quest to the reasons of right and wrong in THE STREETS OF HARLEM part 2

Although as you read lets not forget! If you’re not the part of the solution you’re the part of the problem.

If you’re not the part of the solution you’re the part of the problem

The negative decisions we make in life affects others as well as self… I continued to pursue my dreams as an up and coming rap artist. I could no longer visit the city of Baltimore; my parole officer was two minutes away from violating my parole. I chose to comply with my parole officer, I refused to smoke marijuana, did not drink alcohol, although I continued to keep my hands in the cocaine. The Realism to the cocaine situation was I no longer indulged in the usage of cocaine. I became a scientist of this illegal controlled substance.

While staying home in New York City my friends ED and his younger brother Steve continued to swarm the streets of Baltimore. Friday evening on a hot summer night I attended this Hip Hop club downtown. The Red Zone was the name of the club. At the time EPMD the rap duo and other recording artist made the Red Zone their place to party. As I entered the club I did the regular drug dealer or celebrity routine. I went straight to the bar to buy a big bottle of champagne. This action is usually the center of attraction, a statement to the entire club. I just spent $150.00 dollars on some shit to drink. In all actuality this was just the shoot down method to all the clubbers which could not afford champagne. Nine out of ten times the females in the club attract to the cat with the big bottles of bubbly. This usual act which I choose to call The Fad.

While at the bar I made a pass at these two cute females on the other hand some guy was offering to buy both young ladies a Heineken beer a piece. I rudely intercepted this guys plans by having the bartender give the two young ladies a big bottle of Moet’ Chan don. I then passed the guy his two bottles of Heineken back to him politely. The two young ladies began to snicker at this unfortunate guy as they follow me to the back of the club. Amanda and Jodie were the young ladies name. We became the best of friends both young ladies was from interracial back rounds. I, Jodie and Amanda actually became a team. Could you believe that?? Me!! Mr. Underground, Drug Lord!!! The funny part was on top of that, me hanging out with two young chicks, from the suburbs of Upstate New York. You bet!!

I had the up most respect for both young ladies. Amanda and I decided that she lives with me in Harlem. Jodie would visit us every day to smoke marijuana with Amanda. I remember Amanda as being a very beautiful looking young lady that resembled Toni Braxton. Amanda was raised in an interracial family of Middle Class Journalist. I don’t actually remember every one to well in Amanda family, although I do remember one person. Amanda Grandmother!! I must conclude from the bottom of my heart, Whether or not her soul lives or rest to this day, I must say Amanda Grandmother was one of the sweetest women alive. Amanda Grandmother was from down home Georgia!! Amanda Grandmother would love to always cook for us. The eggs alone for breakfast she would make us would be out of this world, so imagine the food!!

Amanda was a real woman which attended Howard University with Puff Daddy in the early 90’s. Amanda goal was of her father and mother journalism, photo editing etc. During our relationship I continued satisfy my need to get back at the Drug Game. Once again I had it on and popping!! 135th Street Broadway and Riverside. The jewel to the game was, do not shit where you eat at!! I already violated that code. I was now living in an era of no codes; everybody was doing their own thing. It was like everyone that was selling drugs so happen lost respect for the codes which were never to be broken.

One Saturday evening about 2 a.m. in the morning during the summer Amanda woke me up to some one screaming inside of my building. I was half sleep with her scared to death grabbing me saying did you hear that?? To tell the truth I heard the regular sounds as I always heard, the screams, the shouts of kids running up and down the block all night long until 5 a.m. The usual annoying sounds on a mainstream block. I paid the noises no mind as the regular Horse Play.

The next day during Sunday evening while watching the comedy special In Living Color Amanda and I heard the sound of police and police squad cars swarm the front of my building. I look out my front window and immediately go down stairs to the altercation. Nobody’s saying a word every one is hysterical. What happened?? What happened?? Angel a home boy I grew up with on the block begins to tell me the low down. Shauna!! They said they raped and stabbed her to death in our basement!!" Although Angel was a compulsive liar, he never lied this time!! Accept for the part about the stabbings, what actually happened was this poor beautiful young sister was strangled and sexually assaulted. The suspected killer, supposedly the security of our building!! I feel to this day that he didn’t do it. The sad part to the whole situation was ever since such event took place, it seemed as if every one of us in the neighborhood that went to prison in the past was looked at as if any one of us convicted criminals may have had something to do with something sick as rape or murder. Ever since then there’s been a black cloud over our block.

I told Amanda what happened to Shauna, after that she screamed at me and told me that she knew something bad happened and how I should have listened to her. I started to put Shauna death on my conscious. Amanda no longer wanted to live in Harlem at least not in my building any more. I couldn’t blame her because I too was just as shaky behind what just occurred.

I was selling drugs in the same building where the incident took place. Regardless if I lived there!! Amanda continued to visit me every day during day time hours. I felt bad about me not being on in the rap game and still having to sell crack just to make ends meet. I started to get into altercations with other dealers who started to get jealous after a while. I said to myself one day!! Amanda family has been like a family that you never had. I then asked my self again, why bring down the ones we love?? I cried to my self this evening as I walked to search for my mother who had been ill for years and homeless in the street. I realized if I loved Amanda I would get her away from a brutal environment and send her back to college at Howard University. I at least owed her that.

I’ll never forget Amanda handing me a few (gees) thousand dollars to start my empire. I now owed a future for Amanda back to college. I sold more crack then they sold fish at the dock. One day I had to go to court late afternoon, I got back to notice crack customers were mobbed around waiting for my red bags of crack cocaine. Amanda got to the block before me from her job. Crack addicts asked her when I would be back. The customers knew Amanda was my girl, so Amanda decided to help me out while I was gone. This little girl who doesn’t know diddly-squat about selling drugs went into her bag of tricks. As I walk up my block I notice a mob of crack addicts as the mob disperse who do I see standing there counting a big wad of money?? Amanda!! I smiled and kissed little momma but realized she could have went to jail. I then scolded her for doing such shit with out me (meaning) never do that shit again!! No matter how much money is waiting!!

I explained to her all money isn’t good money! The truth was if she would have gotten arrested both of our ass would be up Shit Creek. What could I say to her parents whom I led to believe that I was an up and coming recording artist? Not crack dealer! I saved up some cash fast! I did what was best for Amanda! I sent her back to D.C. to finish her schooling. I eventually lost contact with her after she moved back to D.C. although she would write me every chance she got. I never responded to one letter because I felt I would be negative for her future. It hurt me everyday for me not to respond back. I think she understood why I never contacted her. (My Life Style) I truly loved her as a person.

The day I last seen Amanda on 145th Lenox Avenue, I kissed her goodbye. Amanda drove off into oblivion Steve was standing there waiting for me and asked why was Amanda Leaving, I explained to him that our life styles as drug dealers is not promising for girls like Amanda and his own girl. I began to explain if we really love them we have to change our lifestyle for the goodness of both of us. Steve knew as well as I knew that we both weren’t ready to give up the drug game, at least not then.

DMX and Darrin (CEO of Ruff Ryder’s) pulled up right after Amanda pulled off. Earlier that day we scheduled a meeting with Ruff Ryder. We met as planned. My homeboy Supreme,(Premo) which was Bruce Two Uncle, accompanied Steve as well. We all stood on the corner and free styled rhyme for rhyme. DMX kicks 100 bars, I kick 100 bars, and then Supreme kicks 100 bars. The shit went on all night! At the time DMX wasn’t famous but still a hot M.C. This is when I began to realize I may have a future in the Rap World.

As time went by Steve managed me as well as another group called the Harlem Knights. I guess one day we all decided to be a group, I then joined the rap group the Harlem Knights. Later down the line Steve some how betrayed us as a manager. I honestly feel it wasn’t personal, just that Steve had other plans for us as a group. I guess being that we all A-alike, and can Be-alike, but I guess one thing for sure is, we all can’t C-alike…

Rocafella Records and Ruff Ryder Records, the owners were close friends to us as well as Steve. This meant we could only get a deal or get black balled. At the end of the day I guess Abe Black, Bruse2, Hood and WEN along with myself, all figured out the reality. We were not going to get put on in the music world not unless we had some serious cold cash or we had to have a mean kiss ass game. As Harlem Knights! All we knew was get money and robberies for large sums of cash because there were only a few options for us as Harlem Knights.

I was threatened about closing up my block because I had stopped the customers from buying trash. I spoiled the addicts this was the only reason they loved me. All of a sudden the haters from the neighborhood became straight snakes. This comes with the game. My cousin named Kwame R.I.P. would be the reason why my mother got cared for. Every body that knew my mothers condition knew that my main concern was my mother getting psychiatric attention. My mother became mentally ill in the early 80’s.

The situation alone went on for years the sad part to the event was I was totally help less in the situation. At times my mother would be missing, she would wonder off for months. I would have authorities looking every which way and loose for her. My mother had become a homeless person with a home. As I recall one evening Amanda and I riding by Riverside Park in her car. I noticed a woman, a small homeless woman who happened to be my mother or looked just like my mother, looking through a garbage can.

What I seen left me speechless! My entire motions had frozen from panic. Amanda continued to conversate with me as we drove by my mother, she didn’t see what I just seen. As Amanda glanced at me as she drove the vehicle she noticed tears roll down my face, her entire conversation came to a halt. I told her to throw a u turn we went back to the area where I thought I seen my mother but no one was there. I explained to Amanda the situation at hand. Amanda was really worried about my mother. The next week my mother was spotted by my younger cousin Kwame. I was notified immediately; my cousin and I notified the ambulance to the situation. I would like to thank the paramedics which made the decision that my mother needed medical attention. I grabbed my cousin kwame and hugged him out of admiration as a man and a younger cousin that was in our corner when we needed him. Rest in Peace Kwame Boama..

I completed Parole successfully, continued to stay Harlem Knight bound if it was a battle H.K. was there. The studio constantly would be utilized, where ever when ever. I continued to drop the Math but really wasn’t ready to sacrifice the Fad able lifestyle. I became even more affiliated to the Harlem under Ground Drug World. As the years escalated in the Drug World the game became more formal. It would now be King Pin book worms, college students, athletes, entertainers etc. The method of the hustle had some what changed but was as simple enough for a nerd to figure out. It became the metric system, the movement of quantities of cocaine. Distribution of weight became the main