Michael Vick has thrown his friends and family members under the bus over this dog-fighting stuff happening on property that he owns. Niggas everywhere are thinking (most likely, I assume, because I don’t really deal with niggas) that he sold out his people and blah blah blah, stop snitching.
I say, go on Mike. Keep snitching.
Recently, with the talk about Cam’ron being on 60 Minutes, follow up comments by one of the members of dead prez, a lifetime’s worth of police run-ins by NFL players Adam “Pacman” Jones and Chris Henry, and now this, I gotta tell you, I’m tired of the “Stop Snitching” movement. I’m tired of the “Code of the Street.” Can we go ahead and start the “Code of the Suburbs?” It usually involved calling the cops when the shit goes down.
Don’t get it twisted. I’m not saying that if you know someone involved in some mess that you should tell on him. And I’m definitely not saying that the cops are always right. Hell, the way cops are shooting black people around here, I’m not so certain if I’d call them myself. Like that Dave Chappelle joke, they might say, “He’s still here!” and beat me in my own house.
But in the case of Michael Vick, his cousin was busted on Vick’s property with a bunch of dogs that he might have been using for dogfights. Vick has to not only distance himself from this, and shady family members, but at this stage of the game, sell them out if he needs to. Why? Because those people don’t have anything to lose.
That’s what the friends of these athletes don’t understand. I know, I know, you came up together and that’s your boy and ya’ll were poor together and now that ya’ll are rich, it’s you against the world. Ride or die and all that shit. I got it. But what’s being missed is ya’ll ain’t rich. He’s rich. And that “richness” can be taken away even faster than he got it. Just look at Pacman Jones, who will lose about 1.5 million dollars by being suspended for the entire upcoming season. The final straw for him was being involved in a strip club shooting that left a man paralyzed.
So the moral here is, just because you boy has a little paper doesn’t mean that you are untouchable. And when your boy goes down, what then? Are you gonna pick up the slack? Will you be there to kick in $750,000 that you just have lying around?
Of course not, because that guy was your meal ticket and any money that you had was actually his. If you had any useful or marketable skills, you wouldn’t be mooching off of him. All you are is part of his entourage, which is a nice way of calling you an “accepted groupie,” or even his “personal bitch.” It all reminds me of Damon Wayans’ friends in “The Great White Hype.”
So while you have a vested interest in his future (because the money that you’re throwing at strippers just isn’t gonna fall out of the sky), you certainly don’t have anything to lose. And if you were a true friend at all, you wouldn’t be encouraging him to get involved in stupid stuff. And you certainly wouldn’t be staging dogfights in his house.
So to bottom line all this, Michael Vick has millions on the line here. Michael Vick has a career on the line here. Michael Vick has a reputation (sullied though it may be) on the line here. Most importantly, even though he has great lawyers, Michael Vick’s freedom could ultimately be on the line here. You, Davon Boddie, won’t lose anything, except the opportunity to have Vick’s weed man on speed dial.
You are not anyone. You use Michael Vick’s name to pick up women at the club.
To all the friends of celebrities and athletes: They still have things to accomplish. Their future is bright. Their possibilities are endless. Your life peaked that day at the outlet mall after they signed their first deal. See the difference? If you screw something up, you take the bullet. No one outside of your family will care if you go to jail, but it will be firestorm if he goes to jail. Be a true friend and help keep them away from stuff like that. You should have been trying to do that anyway, even if they were broke.
That is, if you are a true friend. Or maybe I’m just wasting my breath here, because niggas don’t read.
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