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Yo what's good evil streets fam you know the deal we back with another banger shout out to all my day ones and everybody locked in tapping in on the regular y'all the whole reason this channel keep growing and popping off if you trying to promote your music brand or whatever you working on hit me at evil streets media at gmail.com we can make it happen I see all the cash app love coming through too and anybody trying to throw in can catch me at evil streets tv on cash app everything go right back into the content all right y'all let's slide into this grimy ish Cody D. John Scott who the streets would come to know as San Yuka Shakura came into this world November 13th 1963 out in Los Angeles, California his peoples Ernest Scott and birdie canada originally had ties to Houston, Texas but their situation was rocky from jump Cody was number five out of six shorties Kevin, Kim, Kerwin, Kershaw and Cody and Kendus but different from his brothers and sisters he always felt like the black sheep in his own crib there were whispers going around for years that his real pops wasn't Ernest Scott but this cat dick bass a former LA Rams running back word was bass and birdie had something going on Cody bought into it even though nobody ever had solid evidence to back it up what wasn't up for debate though was Ernest carrying mad resentment about the whole situation he took that anger out on birdie and more than anybody else he took it out on Cody not like his other kids Ernest never showed Cody no family love he beat him down regular talked to him crazy and left him out taking the rest of them on trips out to eat to catch movies while Cody got left in the crib intentionally by 1970 the whole marriage collapsed and Ernest and birdie called it quits even after they split Ernest would still come through on weekends but his energy toward Cody stayed the same by 1972 birdie relocated the family to a spot on West 69th and Denker a rough section of South Central Los Angeles the hood was thick with gang politics and it ain't take long for young Cody to get his introduction at only 10 years old he got rushed by two older cats who put hands on him and took his bread it was a cold welcome to the realities of his new surroundings one that would dictate how he moved from that point forward with birdie grinding multiple gigs just to keep them fed and Ernest not offering no real help Cody started spending more and more hours out in them streets and that's when he got drawn to Stanley Tookie Williams the head of the West Side Crips Tookie was a presence built different respected and feared his crib became a headquarters for Cripp soldiers where they pumped iron exchanged war stories and got lifted on PCP Cody still just a young kid soaked it all in to him these wasn't just gang members they were dudes who claimed their own power in this world through strength mentality survival years down the line in his memoir Blue Rage Black Redemption Tookie Williams looked back on them days with remorse he understood too late the effect he had on Cody who had absorbed everything the philosophy the violence even the drug culture Tookie accepted blame for bringing him into a world that would eventually swallow him whole but by that time the damage was already locked in Cody Scott wasn't just some overlooked kid searching for his spot no more he was stepping into something way bigger than himself something that would define everything that came after by 1975 the blocks of South Central were transforming and a fresh generation of Cripp sets was emerging one of them was the eight-trade gangster Crips started by a West Side Cripp who went by Sidewinder right in Cody Scott's backyard that same year on June 15th the night of his sixth grade graduation Cody took his first real plunge into the game that evening he got jumped into the ETGs getting his stripes the hard way but the initiation was just the opening act fresh off taking his lumps Cody and another young Cripp hot wired a stolen whip linked up with a crew of ETG shooters and rolled out hunting for brims a blood set that had been moving disrespectful in their zone everybody was loaded revolvers shotguns and a hunger for warfare when they spotted their marks about 15 brims posted up in enemy turf the ETGs unloaded sending a statement loud and clear Cody just a kid but already getting tested was handed a sawed off 12-gauge shotgun and told not to come back to the whip unless all eight shells were gone he followed instructions that was his baptism into gang banging with his name starting to echo Cody got brought under the guidance of Tre ball an OG who schooled him on the deeper code by 1977 at 13 years old Cody was already wild one day he and Tre ball caught an older black dude walking through their hood they saw him as an easy lick when they pressed him for his bread the man punched Cody in the face but that was a mistake Tre ball held him down while Cody went demonic kicking and stomping him out for damn near 20 minutes straight when the police rolled up even the cops were disturbed by the brutality one officer mumbled whoever did this is a monster the name locked Cody Scott wasn't Cody no more he was monster by 1978 at just 14 years old monster caught his first homicide it wasn't random though it was personal his younger brother Kirshan had been jumped by an employee at a fast food spot when monster pulled up to address it the dude not only got slick but pulled a strap on him that was all the clearance monster needed he let off rounds and left the man dead that body was his first taste of real repercussions he got bagged for the murder but wasn't gone long when he touched down a week later the streets were already waiting but trouble was waiting too this time he got snatched up again falsely accused of shooting an inglewood family blood on the way to a roller skating rink in Compton even though he wasn't the trigger man that didn't matter to law enforcement to them he was already a problem then on January 14th 1979 the system caught up with him again he was hit with assault and grand theft auto and ended up serving nine months at camp months in lake Hughes, California by the time he came home monster wasn't just a name anymore it was a reputation and the streets were watching while monster Shakur was locked up at camp months the streets of south central were boiling up in ways that would shift the game forever on March 15th 1979 Stanley tooky Williams the infamous leader of the west side Crips got snatched up for four murders tied to two separate robberies word was he was on a drug-fueled rampage but tooky maintained his innocence until the day he was executed by lethal injection in 2005 whether he did it or not didn't matter the system wanted him eliminated then on August 9th 1979 something even heavier rocked the Crips to their foundation Raymond Washington the original founder of the Crips was gunned down in a drive-by not far from his crib but it wasn't just any hit Raymond had a code he never approached random cars that meant whoever took him out was someone he knew after some digging fingers started pointing at the Hoover Crips a move that fractured the alliance wide open and sparked a deadly war between the Hoover's and the east side Crips when Shakur hit the streets again he and his right hand man day-o-tree crazy day denard jumped head first into the madness they were on a mission putting in work catching bodies and sending warnings to the rolling 60s the war was real and Shakur was right in the middle of it but that kind of life always comes with consequences on New Year's Eve December 31st 1980 just 16 years old Shakur found out how fast the streets can switch a group of girls playing both sides set him up and three grown men from the rolling 60s caught him lacking they let off hitting him six times but somehow some way monster didn't die the way he told it the night train wine and PCP he had been on that night numbed him so much that his body didn't even go into shock lying there bleeding out he started hallucinating visions of every gangbanger he ever shot mixed with the face of his infant daughter death was knocking but Shakur wasn't ready to answer while he was laid up in the hospital his little brother Kershawn now fully entrenched in the eight trays and rocking the name Lil Monster wasn't about to let it slide the very next day January 1st 1981 Kershawn and a squad of young ETGs hit back it was straight retaliation two teenagers got hit at a house party in 60s territory and later that night another team got dropped in a drive-by the war had officially escalated Kershawn caught a murder charge and got sent to the California Youth Authority for five years meanwhile Shakur was still laid up but his mind was already calculating his next moves the violence kept spiraling through the early 80s and monster kept climbing the ranks his name became synonymous with cold calculation and ruthless efficiency he put in work that made OGs take notice and younger soldiers respect his name by the mid-80s monster wasn't just a gang member he was a force a dude who had mastered the code of the streets through blood sweat and death he moved with a purpose that scared even his own people and that's when things started to shift in ways nobody could predict the gang life that had consumed everything started to reveal its true cost to Shakur it wasn't just the violence or the time locked up it was watching homies die watching his family suffer watching neighborhoods crumble under the weight of gang warfare the realization didn't come all at once it crept in during quiet moments in cells when he was locked down year after year staring at concrete walls thinking about how many bodies he had put in the ground and how many bullets had his name on them the streets that once promised power and respect started looking like a trap set by forces way bigger than himself the system the poverty the racism all of it designed to keep young brothers like him destroying each other instead of building something real and that's when monster Kody started his transformation into Sanyika Shakur the activist the author and the voice trying to warn the next generation about the path he walked because Monster Kody understood something that a lot of dudes never get to realize the real enemy wasn't the Bloods or the Hoovies or any other set the real enemy was a system designed to keep brothers at war with each other to keep them locked in cages to keep them dead or dying in the streets his legacy became more than just the bodies and the drama it became a cautionary tale and a roadmap for change a dude who lived the nightmare and came out the other side trying to wake up everybody else to what was really happening in South Central and communities like it all across America Monster Kody's story is the story of a young brother trapped in circumstances way bigger than himself circumstances created by generations of neglect racism and economic warfare against Black communities but it's also the story of transformation of a man who found the strength to question everything he was taught to recognize the game for what it was and to dedicate his life to breaking that cycle for others his legacy ain't just about the streets it's about redemption it's about speaking truth to power and it's about showing younger generations that there's always another path no matter how deep you in it that's what makes Monster Kody a legend not for the bodies or the reputation but for having the courage to admit he was wrong and the strength to spend the rest of his life trying to right those wrongs that's real power that's real strength and that's the legacy that will outlast every bullet every set and every block in South Central Los Angeles peace