Thirty-three years ago, a young man called Tookie organized a few guys together and called themselves the Crips. Shortly thereafter, a young man who refuses to hand his jacket over was stomped in the head until he DIED. No one really knows who killed the young man, but Tookie was given life.

Muslim papers wrote about the TRAGEDY in their Chronicle that often found its news thrown in everybody's front yards all over the South, FREE of charge. That news mostly covers everything throughout the United States.

A veteran called Bootleg who escaped from the South RAN out by the GRAND DRAGON HIMSELF to Los Angeles for seeing a white woman naked. He was soon accepting the role of being the dean, or you could say THE BLACK SHADOW for an ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD of young gangsters that have been tarred with this PLAGUE BRUSH and is the next generation of Crips and Bloods thirty-three years later.

Crips and Bloods are international in most states in the United States NOW. And through PROSPERITY, they will continue to become millionaires. Thanks to their Mexican associations and vice versa. Now that rap music has caused a nuclear explosion, and this gold dust has fallen over a massive number of blacks with these fabricated contracts; starvation has increased tremendously for high risk and big dreams