Introduction

The AUTOBIOGRAPHY of Harlem’s Untold 80’s Crack-Era Story. A riveting and  HISTORICAL account of how a group of young BLACK GHETTO kids grew up to become some of NEW YORK’s most notorious DRUG DEALERs. DOWOP, one of HARLEM’s first Crack Cocaine Dealers built a lucrative Drug Empire that Influenced the TRAP HOUSEs, FLASHY CULTURE, and ADDICTIVE LIFESTYLE, many have come to KNOW. The Federal Government, State and Local authorities called him many things, but NEVER a saint. Order your own copy and get a TASTE of why this SEED OF THE GAME was not just An AMERICAN Seed, but a SEED that grew Out of The GHETTO’s CONCRETE JUNGLE. 

Chapter 1

“Once in, there is no way out.”
—Al Capone—


I often hear it being said that the game is over. The game will never be over, not when America has the largest appetite for drugs. Every small country that manufacture drugs is trying to bring drugs into one of the largest and strongest countries—a country full of drug users and drug dealers. The GAME is like ENERGY; it continuously transfers from one receptacle to another. When that receptacle can no longer host the energy, it moves into another more worthy or capable of hosting it. Likewise, the game moves from one person to the next, generation after generation, constantly transplanting itself into another receptacle in order to live eternally. This conclusion can be found in numerous examples of people in the game.
In the life of business, when one receptacle, one businessman, one hustler goes bankrupt, retires, is imprisoned or dies, the game is automatically transformed to the next awaiting individual ready and willing to receive that energy.
I truly believe that I was the product of my environment. With no guidance as a kid I fell in love with the life of the gangster. My Uncle Freddy used to sit me down and have me watch the Godfather story over and over again, along with James Cagney, Humphrey Bogart, Victor Mature, Richard Widmark, and George Raft. These were some of our favorite gangster movie stars, but the Godfather was the one movie where I learned how to love and protect my family at all cost. The loyalty, honor, love, and
respect that they shared amongst each other are what drew me to the game. I started out, as many kids did in the ghetto, with great dreams of making it out of this concrete jungle. But often, most of our dreams fall short, and the streets welcome us into this lifestyle trap that teaches us the fast way to the road of success in the hood. As a child I was asked, “What would you like to become when you grow up?” It was always hard for me to answer that question because I grew up in the ghetto of New York City. To me, there weren’t too many options. Like the late Biggie Smalls said, “Either you got a wicked jump shot, or you sold crack rock.”

THE HILL

SUGARHILL had always been a tightly knitted community that protected and supported itself. Known for how SWEET it was for progressive blacks who migrated from the south. DOWOP’s neighborhood was STRONG, unified, and persistent in their collective struggles to succeed and SURVIVE. A place where Neighbors became Friends and friends became family. 

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