Got this from T.I.'s myspace bulletin.....
Letter from Ad Kapone
P.S. They just went through my locker and found the lyrics to a song I wrote called Retribution judged by 12 and carried by 6. So now I'm under investigation, and it could put my release date on hold. They're mad about the context of the song. They claiming that the lyrics are threatening and they're of criminal nature. And continuing criminal enterprise. They say that if the investigation goes through that I could lose good time or, could seek indictment. On the song retribution I talk about drugs, how to sell it in metric amounts, how to cook it, and how to sell, and distribute it. I even talk about elements of my case, and mention well known drug dealers, in prison and, and controversial figures such as Huey P Newton, Tookie Williams, Felix Mitchell, Freeway Ricky Ross, Rubin Hurricane Carter, and Rappers Cool C and Steady B who got life, and the death penalty for killing police officer during a bank robbery. I also mentioned numerous prisons around the country, and they're scared that the lyrics could insight riots in prisons across the country, and they're really trying to abuse my constitutional rights, and my freedom of speech. But you best believe as soon as I touch down I'll be recording that same song, even though they confiscated the lyrics to Retribution, and about 6 more songs, they're holding my folder with all my songs for there investigation. But what they fail to realize is the lyrics are on those pieces of paper but the songs are in my heart. And these muthafuckas can't hold me forever.
All they doing is making me mad as a muthafucka, and ready to talk some more shit.
This whole incident started earlier today. I was on my way to the recreation yard to run my 3 miles like I usually do n Monday, Wednesday and Friday's. I had on my Oakley stunnas that I got from Nellis, one FAT ASS racist C.O. that I been bumpin heads with since I been here at Forrest City, Arkansas, asked me were did I get my sunglass from? I told him from my last spot. He told me to give them up! I told him hell naw, and then he asked me, do you have a receipt for them? I told him yes. I got my packing slip from Nellis and the one when I got here to. He took down my name and my register number, and told me if I'm lying I'll be in big trouble. I said what ever and went out to the yard. I was on my 4th lap around the track when a homeboy of mines flagged me down, and told me that he just heard over the intercom that they called inmate Hicks to the Lieutenants Office. When I got there it was 2 Lieutenants sitting there waiting for me. They asked me about the glasses where did I get them from, and how much did they cost? What I didn't know is that they were stalling me while they tore my locker up, and that's when they found my folder full of songs. I'm sitting there, and they walk in with a garbage bag full of my papers, a pair of workout gloves, a dark grey sweat suit, I had worn in on my furlough from Taft To Nellis, that they was trippin on because it was darker than BOP (Bureau Of Prisons) Issue. And my white fitted flex all that I also brought from Nellis.
Then they start pulling my papers out, and interrogating me about what was written, and asked what it was. I told them I am a rapper, and those were lyrics to songs that I wrote. The C.O. started reading the lyrics to Retribution, and judged by 12 where I talk about shooting a dude in the face at a nightclub, then shooting and killing his homeboys which happened to be bouncers and under cover police. He made a remark about the recent killing of the groom who got killed in New York by undercover police. I told him I wrote that song before that shit even happened, but he acted like he didn't believe me. Then they started going though all my shit then he said you know I can send you to the S.H.U (Special Housing Unit) for this shit. I told him to do what ho got do. But instead he told me he's going to talk to the captain, S.I.S. (Special Investigations Services), and the warden to investigate the matter, and sent me back to my unit.
I want everyone to know what goes in these punk ass prisons, how they can just violate your civil, and constitutional rights, and nothings being done about it.
Letter from Ad Kapone
P.S. They just went through my locker and found the lyrics to a song I wrote called Retribution judged by 12 and carried by 6. So now I'm under investigation, and it could put my release date on hold. They're mad about the context of the song. They claiming that the lyrics are threatening and they're of criminal nature. And continuing criminal enterprise. They say that if the investigation goes through that I could lose good time or, could seek indictment. On the song retribution I talk about drugs, how to sell it in metric amounts, how to cook it, and how to sell, and distribute it. I even talk about elements of my case, and mention well known drug dealers, in prison and, and controversial figures such as Huey P Newton, Tookie Williams, Felix Mitchell, Freeway Ricky Ross, Rubin Hurricane Carter, and Rappers Cool C and Steady B who got life, and the death penalty for killing police officer during a bank robbery. I also mentioned numerous prisons around the country, and they're scared that the lyrics could insight riots in prisons across the country, and they're really trying to abuse my constitutional rights, and my freedom of speech. But you best believe as soon as I touch down I'll be recording that same song, even though they confiscated the lyrics to Retribution, and about 6 more songs, they're holding my folder with all my songs for there investigation. But what they fail to realize is the lyrics are on those pieces of paper but the songs are in my heart. And these muthafuckas can't hold me forever.
All they doing is making me mad as a muthafucka, and ready to talk some more shit.
This whole incident started earlier today. I was on my way to the recreation yard to run my 3 miles like I usually do n Monday, Wednesday and Friday's. I had on my Oakley stunnas that I got from Nellis, one FAT ASS racist C.O. that I been bumpin heads with since I been here at Forrest City, Arkansas, asked me were did I get my sunglass from? I told him from my last spot. He told me to give them up! I told him hell naw, and then he asked me, do you have a receipt for them? I told him yes. I got my packing slip from Nellis and the one when I got here to. He took down my name and my register number, and told me if I'm lying I'll be in big trouble. I said what ever and went out to the yard. I was on my 4th lap around the track when a homeboy of mines flagged me down, and told me that he just heard over the intercom that they called inmate Hicks to the Lieutenants Office. When I got there it was 2 Lieutenants sitting there waiting for me. They asked me about the glasses where did I get them from, and how much did they cost? What I didn't know is that they were stalling me while they tore my locker up, and that's when they found my folder full of songs. I'm sitting there, and they walk in with a garbage bag full of my papers, a pair of workout gloves, a dark grey sweat suit, I had worn in on my furlough from Taft To Nellis, that they was trippin on because it was darker than BOP (Bureau Of Prisons) Issue. And my white fitted flex all that I also brought from Nellis.
Then they start pulling my papers out, and interrogating me about what was written, and asked what it was. I told them I am a rapper, and those were lyrics to songs that I wrote. The C.O. started reading the lyrics to Retribution, and judged by 12 where I talk about shooting a dude in the face at a nightclub, then shooting and killing his homeboys which happened to be bouncers and under cover police. He made a remark about the recent killing of the groom who got killed in New York by undercover police. I told him I wrote that song before that shit even happened, but he acted like he didn't believe me. Then they started going though all my shit then he said you know I can send you to the S.H.U (Special Housing Unit) for this shit. I told him to do what ho got do. But instead he told me he's going to talk to the captain, S.I.S. (Special Investigations Services), and the warden to investigate the matter, and sent me back to my unit.
I want everyone to know what goes in these punk ass prisons, how they can just violate your civil, and constitutional rights, and nothings being done about it.
