First and foremost, my respect to everyone in greetings.

I’m doing as best as can be expected under the circumstances, and better than a lot of people. So I can’t complain. Well, I could complain, but I won’t. It’s a waste of time. Men make conditions, conditions don’t make men, so I’m trying to make this situation the best it can be for me right now.

No disrespect to Big and Pac; but this G shit is my lane now. Scarface and Beanie Sigel, maybe Styles P, are the only ones who give it to people the way I do. I spit more pain than floss. But I have more pain than they do. Pain is my muse. The new album is bomb, homie. Eternally Unforgiven. I’m getting excited. People have no idea. I’m killin it for all the true street legends and soldiers again, put us back on the map. Where the G’s at?

On The Legend of Ice Cold, on Eternally Unforgiven, I wrote, “This is a story for my ni**as from the ghettos and slums/ And every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums/ Where it’s so hot, you would swear it’s where the devil is from/ It’s rock and roll but the only heavy metal is guns.”

It’s the truth. I spit it for the slums, unlike anyone before or after. That’s my lane. Pac or Big could never have written a “Checc Yo Bi**h,” or “Deuce 5 To Life.” Real talk. I still have that advantage to this day. Jay, 50, none of them could write a “Macaframa.” That’s deeper than street sh*t, that’s dungeon music. That’s more than underground, this is core of the Earth rap. Wayne couldn’t spit a “Macaframa.” That song requires this experience to even be able to ink.

People can feel the difference between real and fake. I try to speak to my young G’s through the music, and since I write what I really believe, my conversation and my rhymes are one and the same. In that way, if you know my songs, you really do know me. If I wrote an autobiography and you read it, you would say, “I know your life story,” and that would be true. It is the same with my songs. All of them, pieced together, are my life story. Anyone who knows the songs, they know Aneraé Brown. I belong to you as much as I belong to my mama. I take the responsibility of this sh*t seriously. You are my family. We are all Bloc Stars in our own right. We are all we got until the bell rings and the game is over.

Let me tell you something, homie: You have to stay FREE. You mean more to all of us free than in prison with us. We need you free, living, and winning. Stay out of the way, in the cut. Don’t let the game take you down.

On Dead on Arrival Pt. 1, on the 1st Unforgiven, first verse, I said, “I’d rather rest in peace than spend my life in this living hell/ Real ni**as livin bad while them fake ni **as livin well.”

At the end of the day, life is what we make it. I believe that a man can do or be whatever he sets his mind to, all it takes is faith and determination. I ain’t special, I’m just serious. All of us have the same ability to achieve special things, because we are a special creation. There is nothing like us in all the world. We are gods of the Earth. You can do anything you want to do as long as you have the right energy in your efforts.

The game is real watered down right now. The problem is that the moral code of the streets is dying out and being replaced by mercenary ways. The moral codes within our families. There was a time that there were certain things we wouldn’t do, not even for money, but now, if you throw a dollar at a ni**a, he’ll do or say anything. We gotta bring the G code back to life, but in order to do that, we have to teach these Ni **as what it is, because they don’t know. No one is telling them, from what I can see. Everyone rappin about killin everybody. I was guilty of that, too. The problem is, ni**a, if you killin everybody, you go to jail or you die too. You ni**as is lying on your songs and then pretending to be telling the truth in person. F**k that. Entertain me, cool, but when you meet the people, be easy. Let ‘em know you just rappin, ni**a, stop acting like you a killer. Murder raps aren’t the problem, the problem is ni**gas acting like they are murderers.

On the other hand, ni**as go too far with the political sh*t. I love Nas, I’m a huge Nas fan. Yet when I heard the “Nas” album, I was disappointed. You don’t exclude people because of their race for 80% of an album and then act like you had an epiphany on the other 20% of it. I had high expectations. Teach us what “nigger” means, let us know the bizness. I was disappointed because Nas can do it, he has the talent.

The Game is good but that ni**a ain’t spittin it 100, he’s still making “singles” trying to get paid. I respect that, but the G code will get you paid, too. I listen to a lot of Game because he’s one of my favorite emcees right now. He’s a little basic when it comes to rhyme schemes but his message is decent. I agree with some of his positions. I hope he makes more albums. We need that ni**a. The West Coast needs The Game to be successful. Anyone hating on the ni**a is not looking at the bigger picture. When Pac was was winning, he let a lot of y’all ni**as shine. The Game is your best hope for another shot, honestly, because Dr. Dre ain’t fu**ing with us, obviously. He won’t even f**k with Game! So I say, before any of us go too far with the hatred, remember, the stronger The Game is, the stronger the West Coast is.

We used to have Scarface, Cube, and Pac pushing morals and respect for the G code, but now, ni**as just talk about money and broads 90% of the time. On Assisted Suicide, I say, “They tried to bury me but the dropped the shovel/ Niggas used to be solid gold, but the G code dropped a level.” And that’s true. What I’m going to do is bring the G code back on this album, homie, April 21, 2009, when Eternally Unforgiven drops. We bringing accountability back to the streets on some Bloc sh*t.

Sac-Town needs my stamp of authenticity. The Garden Blocc Riders’ credibility hangs on my credibility. I’m the reason Garden Blocc is known outside of Sac-Town. I am the sacrificial lamb that was slaughtered in order for these ni**as to be relevant. I gave the hood national name recognition, to where you could say “Garden Blocc” and it’s known as if you said “The Roc.” All the different companies we were under, we were all united by way of the title of Garden Blocc. Because of that, the Blocc is only as strong as X-Raided is. Ni**as need to be rooting for me, trying to help me do it. I am their best hope for XXL, Vibe and national exposure, because I have a story to explore. Everyone wants to be the boss but the person bets suited to lead should be leading, and that person is me.

People resist leadership, don’t want to follow me and have it known, yet at the same time, they can’t do it without me. It ain’t worked. While I’ve been gone, no solo X-Raided in 8 years since I dropped Vengeance, they haven’t passed my legacy. They’re still just catching up to my old sh*t. No one stepped in and filled the gap in my absence.

For the sake of the Blocc and the G code, we all truly need to be working together. And it needs to be my way or no way in 2009. Look how many ni**as you have responding and all the activity on the siccness since I’ve been blogging. Y’all ain’t been able to hear from some of these ni**as for months but X pops up and so do they. What do you think that means? When my album drops, they will drop albums. What do you think that means?

Ni**as just need to follow me and let me lead the way. I know what we all need to do. If we did it under one roof, we would be an unstoppable force. Everybody making music from South Sac Garden Blocc needs to be making them on behalf of Bloc Star Entertainment.

Ni**as built careers off of being my “big homies” but that sh*t was never true. I was a shotta on the turf. Certain ni**as was in the HOUSE while I was in the streets, and the thing is, I respect that. I should have been in the house, too. But don’t be in the house yet turn around and rap like you in the street and advocate street life. That is why I trip on them. All they gotta do is tell THEIR stories and stop lying like my story is theirs. They ain’t done no real stretch, ain’t killed nothing and won’t. And that’s GREAT.

I don’t know why they can’t just be content being regular hood ni**as. There is a place for that. Ain’t nothing cool about busting guns and literally killing somebody. Entertainment is one thing but if you want me to believe you are really going to shoot somebody, you’re on Fantasy Island.

We gotta bring honor back to just being a regular G, so these kids won’t think they gotta be monsters just to be respected. I hate ni**as for teaching the kids the game incorrectly. My big homies didn’t tell kids it was cool to gang bang, they used to buy them ice cream and make sure no one bothered them at school. These new ni**as are lying to the babies, man. It’s disgusting. There comes a point where we have to put away childish things. We said stupid things when we was kids because we were ignorant, but we’re all grown now. Time to put that away.

If you have a problem with what I’m saying, homie, you’re a zombie. You’re brain dead.

Realness is something that emanates from within a person, it don’t come from their mouth or their actions, it comes from their soul. Anyone can read this and know I’m real, not because of what I said but because what I said happens to be TRUE and the truth can be FELT. People don’t even have to be able to understand what Barack Obama be saying to know he MEANS that sh*t. The truth is something we just feel when we are in its presence. We should all want to be emanating that kind of energy.

That’s it. Before I go, what up, Big NoLove, it was good speaking with you. Glad we came to an understanding. My respect to Lefty Loco in Brooklyn Park, what up. Big respect to Young Roccett, what’s good? Keep your head up, ni**a, we acknowledge your struggle! May peace be with you! Stay strong and keep your head up! My love & respect to you, Killa Tay, as always.

One Thug!
Aneraé Brown
X-Raided “Eternally Unforgiven”