The Mother of Wisdom

Heresy! Heresy! All rise in the honor of the honorable.

This is a town that if you google. It is known for the history of cotton being pushed like gate way drugs at the project store. Where I caught my first charge for illegal substances that wasn’t all mine at the age of 17. The home of Jesse Washington, who was drug, hung and castrated like the cattle that those famous ox tails are carinated from. In front of 10,000 people and ceremonial paraded through the town. Stretched through time being stabbed and beaten in front of the city hall on May 15th, 1916, at the age of 17.

A town that was industrialized by the railroad in 1881. Where the base of James Connally Air Force base was covered by a community college. Also, the birthplace of my false truth at Connally intermediate. A point of three siblings being interrogated under the age of seventeen against their mother. Another world I told false stories in the 6th grade that my mother didn’t commit the crime.

I am from Waco (Hueco), Texas. Founded in 1849 along the vast muddy, murky Brazos River south of Dallas, Tx. With a population of 124,805 not calculating the metro area as of 2010. Now, the 20’s have arrived the population has a difference 13,691 people.

This is a story of heroes all in the same age range. A story of 90’s babies and late 80’s babies. That go unheard. That question a system that Honorable state “everybody in the court room is here for a reason. If you try to defend yourself, you will not win. Each and everyone of you will get jail time. If you try to go against the firm, I will choose my lawyers over you every time. If you attempt to delegate lawyers, you better have a great reason. Because all my lawyers are more educated than you are.”

“So, I grew up in the north passed 25th down to 5th. Black matter was in clicks but, black matter wasn’t coming to our side like it was there’s. black matter in the north did everything together like every other hood. Black matters made a way shit hustling trapping stealing bikes to get around. Black matter gone entice some females go and get some money as black matter got older. That click shit dead it was just I’m from the North. – T. Johnson”

Where lawyers such as Robert C. are referred to as ignorant for not placing his client on the docket. Lighting a fire that pushed him to drop a possession charge to a misdemeanor. See we are all flees places in a smaller environment giving birth to a family with thirty-six verticals. Limited to the knot on their heads caused by the limitation of the height determined by the dictator of our limits.

The south side was where people from the north, east, and west of Waco would come to have fun on Sunday after church. We would get people together from the neighborhood and play softball pick teams just to have fun. I was a child we didn’t have to worry about nobody jacking us up and taking us away. Your mother and farther didn’t have to worry about coming home safe because they knew back then was safe. I really enjoyed my childhood, everybody got alone. We fought but, later that day or the next day we were friends again. Now, days these kids are just taking each other’s lives. It shouldn’t be like that. I guess it’s just life. The dirty south Waco where we had what you call fun. – S. Felder

These heroes are scattered from south 12th, 900 Bergin St. north 10th, to 25th down 5th, and of course the home of a family off spring a.k.a across the tracks. I mean frog town my home until the age of 5. A place of clicks that felt like the dream team. Not allowing others to come to their environment if it wasn’t theirs. A group of young men gather at mama Bee’s ranging from the ages of 9 to 21. Feeling secured by a man that gave them a way. The youngest was sent on missions against lions, tiger, and bears on all ten of his toes.

“Founder of” Female Hip Hop Now.” I grew up in the south side of Waco, Texas. I grew up loving music, everything about Texas and swingers just everything to blue. As I got older, I decide to give back to the city. After, I graduate from Prairie View A&M… While I was there getting my degree in history, I learned to archive history. I learned to appreciate black history and just black music itself. Outside of archive black music. Waco is very rich with great artist all the way from High Five all the way up to the great starts we have now like Waco Tron, Hot boy Wes and many more to come out. Basically, I did Female Hip Hop now to shed light onto the city. But not just Waco but central and Texas as a whole. Too, know how much we have influence the culture and show we deserve the respect as any other state I the south, -T Donae Hutchinson”

At what end my mother states “Playing on our street. While all the men played football. Kids sat on the curb watching. Whole neighborhood was unified. We all knew one another & going Cruz store for jungle juice (10 for a dollar). Walking on those streets pass the gambling shack & people giving us a dollar to stay out of trouble. Whole lot of fun!

“Fasho bro. Only reason why I ended up in North Waco was because my mom was able to get a section 8 house in the area. Prior to live we lived in south Terrance apartments. Life was not easy growing up in North Waco. There’re so many things that pull our young men the wrong way. Luckily, I was able to get a football scholarship and leave Waco for a couple years. My dad is doing 3 life sentences and my mother was a young single mom, so I had to mature much faster than a kid should. Coming from where I come from and going through what I went through I’m not supposed to be in the position that I am now. I now hold 3 degrees. One bachelor’s degree and 2 master’s degree. I tell people all the time there is a huge opportunity gap for young black males in Waco. – R. Harris Jr.”

Shadows and egos took the place of the inner child. The purest form of the vision of God, the universe himself. A bunch of individuals that stood as a unit. Now, they are musicians, authors, entrepreneurs, comedians, family business owner, fathers and mothers. At what cost?

“Shit only good times I've had is when I had my babies and when I tried to go to school and we and my like family moments everything else been struggle strife pain bullshit poverty shit I'm homeless right now bro and I lost my family car house everything g. – C. Escobar”

Welcome to my heaven on this earth. The story of many heroes through the illusions of my orb. Thanks to the heroes that were willing to allow me to share your story. A tale that I couldn’t put in my own words. As, I am only able to speak from my own experience during this time of rebirth. I am the vessel placed in this third facet of life that we are all placed on to for fill something bigger and greater than thyself.

He could have made them a single people; teacher said John, we saw a man driving out demands in your name and we told him to stop, because he was not one of us. What! Have they taken protectors besides Him?

“Mud…The projects…Cantrell…900 Burgan block “The Land,” it all started. Mama Bea had the whole gang at her house. Big john, Wink, Mike D, Wesley, Tyrell, Boo, Boosie, Will, and Keithy. – D. Davis”

That’s the start “the Gutter.” We did everything from fighting, going to fair, parties, removed clicks. The longest standing clicks in Waco. Our ages ranged from 9 to 21 years old. Ray Ray, Boo, and Trae being the oldest, the fathers of the click. They navigated everybody, playing a part. A bunch of young men of different talents became one. – T. Smith

People that have grown and glowed above the fighting, jacking cars, and just surviving an environment that nested Gods and Goddesses. Kids! Young men and women that adopted to the standards of society that they all understood masking the inner Child. Most of all the dream team that grew to love their own. Only one touched me so deeply that my soul danced to the drums of shaman.

Let me bleed the brakes on that peace now. My dad, Tony “Phat boy” Randle planted a seed that my mother Shamecka “Phat” Felder released into this world May 2nd, 1994. Know by the family and friends as “Big Tony,” and “Little Tony.” My father was looked at as a stand-up guy. A man that didn’t bother anybody, stayed to himself, and a person that watered a garden of flowers.

I remembered the days him and the legends in my eyes all would gather. If that was watching Kong fu flicks, riding around Waco, or just the family getting together playing dominos, and enjoying one another presence. Too, me he was the guy I mirrored. The man who would allow me to stand on his feet as he walked.

He taught people to stand out. Brought them under his wings and removed them from situations that would’ve affected the impact on my life. Such as Jermain Robinson, a man that has protected me divinely without the understanding of my entire situation. Such as riding with three other people. Possessing a handgun just to protect the men surrounding me. Getting the third degree because my sights are on any red and blue light that I saw. Still trusted to make sure they got home to their kids and family.

I grew up running around my grandmother’s home from the family dog. While my dad went on adventures. With men and women that he grew up playing football with. Standing next to when other people came into their safe zone. A family that was broken into two branches PGP and STP. The Pecan Gardens Possie and The South Terrace Possie.

“It was great! It was an everyday struggle. No different from anybody else. I grew up in a single parent home. My momma raised five kids. I went to different schools taking me to the North and back to the South. I was in between schools, starting at South Waco Elementary. Then, I started going to Mountain View all the way to Waco High. Mountain View is where I finished elementary, then I went to Tennyson. Eleventh grade I moved back to the hood! I had to catch the city bus back to school and home after football practice. – D. Brown”

These men and women that groomed me. A sire in my life attempted to guide me to break the cycle. During the process I watched him whip a man for leaving me and my younger sibling alone at home. Chase him around the corner to our mother. Yeah! My mind reprogrammed itself in these fractions of moments. Later, creating an ego that didn’t want to ask for help because I didn’t want to experience the disappointment from the people that said they loved me or was a helping hand.

“Shit I remember us thugging. All threw the north from your granny house, to y’all’s, to mines every day”. E. Ervin

During this process I choose to sell gate way drugs out of corner stores to prestige people that made it to the league, and then recycling around to make that transaction to my father. You may wonder why I speak on this. It was moments like these that opened my eyes slowly.

Viewed by me as a clergyman he was a provider, he was a coach, and a mentor. No matter a person decision he was always supportive. Just as he was a backbone, a kidney, or even your right hand. He taught me to be different. Set my own trends and rise above all. He wasn’t a gangster to me or the people he affected.

He taught the importance of it being okay to go to school, having a bank account, and keeping up with your credit. Just as I, he was a product of his environment. So, even though he only could perceive things from his prospective. He would be in your ear telling you to go get on somebodies’ clock and bleed it as if you were on a corner.

Experiences such as my mother kicking me out after a moment, I wouldn’t submit to her and sending me to stay with for the winter season taught me to stand out and fight. Fore-instance watching him cook hell kitchen meals on a shorted out hot plate. Then, waking up in the rising of God’s eye to boil me water to mix with the cold water coming from a pipe out of the wall. As I sky walked in a pair of his old shoes across a floor that were just as dusty as the muddy floor of the Brazos River.

Seeing him do these things created a contour of myself people didn’t understand. An outline that almost cost me a trip to redemption. After, sustaining a title as danger to police for tussling with 6 police officers. Leading to me being cuffed and carried to the back of the car like a hog roasted over the morning star. Exhausted I closed my eyes from the jolts of their tasers to my manly objects, torso, and the top of my spin.

You was quiet, don’t belong, green, lost and adaptive. – Waco Bee

My Legs were so weak that they begged for forgiveness. The militant soldier drove the long way to Hillcrest…I mean Providence. Hillcrest known as kill-crest growing up. Was the temple that I looked my high priest in his immortal globe. Then I stated the forbidden words “I got you.” The apple was bitten followed by the kiss that awoken the tormented souls that danced in my conscious portal. Unaware of the power of words that alters out sub-conscious gate of life. I rearranged my DNA, indited to access the mother board to reprogram the power of a cerebral coded to protect the truth from the agents in the metaverse. The departer from society removed the vision of evil. As the soul died it lived to see the heavens of the world, we call Earth.

I can go long King was a boss, my boss. Man, little cuddy he was a leader, stern on guidance, love, the family and wasn’t apart of no bullshit. – G.Wayne

Through it all facing all my insectaries of not being accepted. I’ve learned that individuality is peace. I am the balance of my own life the omen of the light and of the dark the unity has led me closer towards the singular space of myself. My father was the movie that played over and over. That I became aware of as an innocent being. He was protective, he was the conductor of new cycles, he was the teacher of new outlets, but most of all my dad. I never spoke to him only mirrored his ways.

Phat boy was a dad, a brother, and a teacher. He was the baby of the boys besides your Aunt Sherry. Who was also the youngest, he couldn’t relate to her? Any time he wanted to talk about girls, life, and things of that sort. They didn’t connect the proper way. A leader that guided us into different directions conducting the train into the promise land. Without, judging anybody for their choices wrong or right. Moving every part on the chess board accordingly to their purpose. He guided to know our journey according to our actions. At the same time, he taught us about our consequences that followed our action. Even then he still rather us take a different route. A King of Kings one of the realest Original Gangsters to never met the temple of redemption. His voucher lives on across the city and in the jungle amongst gorillas. – J. Robinson

During the mist of being a lost personification of the universe. I was also a student to teachers. That opened my mind up. Things like poetry, that transgressed into me writing. Placing sketch books and art guides in my hand that transformed me into a person that liked drawing cartoons that I grew up watching such as looney toons, Dragon Ball Z, and mickey mouse. I was also an advance student through my time in school. I was an athlete. I obtained academic scholar ship in my sophomore year. Later, I saw my fellow classmates do as well. I completed math I my first three years of high school. These things and people brought me closer to the best attributes of myself. I made my own choices and I accept those things because it’s all apart of my journey to finding me.

He taught me to give with no expectations. At the same time protect your own assets. He taught me to be honest with all but, first myself. Even though I came up in a town with conflicted point of views. It was a town of prosperity. A temple that allowed you to be a painter in front of a white canvas. Now, I am a full-time student, teaching myself new things such as finical literature, self-love, and working to break generations of curses. He lived by King of Kings, something that I retrograded into God of Gods. At the present time I see beings of my age creating their own stories. It is inspirational. It is motivational. It is a burst of energy. Is it a letter to my hero? Or Stories of heroes that influenced the rise of the new me?

We are a city of heroes! We are all possible. Remember the deeper you go, the more they show.

Impossible… I am possible…