Born Ja-Merican

By Top Katt

Born Ja-Merican is an extremely graphic, violent and drug dealing charged tale about a kid that grew up in the most deadly part of Los Angeles CA, who was destined to be on top. At the age of 16 Top Katt finds what he believes to be that missing path of his destiny. At that young age of 16, he took over an alley from ruthless gang that called themselves the Tella Posse from Kingston Jamaica. Top Katt has become their worst nightmare, the most feared, ruthless killer and drug dealer in Los Angeles, that's when they called him TOP KATT. The original don dada. He was half Jamaican, in other words, his parents were Jamaican, so with the American and Jamaican blood running in his veins, he was the original Ja-Merican.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469139036

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Copyright © 2012 by Top Katt.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2011962859

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4691-3902-9

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Contents

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THRE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

Laying on a bunk in a 10 by 6 cell my mind started to drift back on all those years I was in the game, running the streets with all my soldiers. What have I accomplish? I ask myself. To find the answer to all those thoughtless questions i had to dig deep and deeper into ma pass life. Being a member of a gang, you’ll never know your on the wrong path until you reached tha point of no return. For five years i’ve sit in prison. I’ve lost everything that i ever owned including my respect on the streets. my wife tina has moved on with her life and ma baby mom sharon was still in protected costody from testifying agains’t me to the feds. They gave me life in prison, but i know this wasn’t the end for me, cause the bible says… you live by the sword, you die by the sword. I’ve lived by the streets. So how the fuck should i die in prison? I was born to die in tha mother fucking streeets!!!!!!!!! This is my life, The game. A true story… . By Top Kat.

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PART ONE

I    was born in Kansas City, Missouri—in 1973 to my jamican parents. I have one brother and two sisters, but as far as I can recall… I haven’t seen them in years.

My street life began when i was fourteen, while living in East L.A with my Aunt Johan. Next to our apartment building was an alley, where some dreads from Kingston Jamaica run things. They called themselves the tella posse. When ever i was home, i would stand by my Aunt’s crib and watch cars go in and out of the alley, as if there was a fast food restaurant back there. As a jit i was always curious and always wanted to go in the alley, but Aunt Johan always told me not to go over there… but hey, i was never the one to listen. On my way from school one day i decided to pass through there. I wanted to discover why Aunt Johan didn’t want me over there. The first person i came across was a dark skin dread name Timo. Yoh youth mon, what yo want? he asked me. Nothing dread, i’m just passing through, i replied. What’s your name youthmon? Tony, i said."

What school you go to? Hold up dread!!, What’s up with all these mother fucking questions? He smile and said, Eassy… Top Kat, cool down yo temper mon. My name is not Top Kat dread. Ha, Ha, Ha, He started to laugh, then he said. Yea mon, as of today thats your new name, because with that attitude one day your gonna run things mon, Your gonna be on top of all these cats running around here! I hear you dread, i replied. I started to leave when he asked me if i wanted a job. Doing what? i asked him. Just stay on the front and be a lookout for tha dread mon, and i will pay you $50 dollars every evening."

DAMN!! For real dread? Yea mon, all you have to do is blow a whistle that i’ll give you whenever you see the police turning onto West Blvd,, OKAY Top Kat?"

Hell yea dread!!! For $50 dollars i’m down. Can I start working now dread? No youthmon, but i like your willingness and your attitude. So… where you live at Top Kat? Next door with my Aunt Johan, HOOO! Miss Johan is yo Auntie? Yea dread. I mon know yo auntie, she’s a hard working lady. But one thing though Kat, dont let her know nothing we talk about. I know