The Code

I can only hope to stick to the Code. I hope to keep my consistency, my loyalty, my dedication to the code of conduct that builds integrity and an honorable legacy in regard to my relationships. To quietly, daily, plug into the energy and drop bombs that acquire the respect of other code talkers. To those who consistently build on the strength of their own merits, work ethic, constant loyalty and dedication to developing and maintaining relationships with friends and family. To those open to change and growth, to those rolling with the best interests of others, to those who bring more to the table than just a plate, to those who make sure you win when they win, I aspire to live up to their example. Sticking to the code, moving quietly, effecting majorly. When not saying anything says everything. Their legacy of truth, dropped into an ammo box, building a mushroom cloud of hope for other code followers. Power to those who are consistently loyal. I raise a glass to those have garnered respect from all sets, from all cornerz. To those who are real from start to finish. Respect. To those who ride it out with you through thick and thin, through the best and the worst. To have the clout to say: "I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (Jay-Z)," and "There ain't a neighborhood in Philly I can't go (Meek Mill)." Speaking to the unspoken rules of conduct.

Rest In Peace Bebop.

Photos: Anna Maria Public Beach, Manatee County, Florida