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might know the shame of walking into elementary with wrinkled dirty clothes kids clowning you like it's open mic night but your moms did what she could with what she had you might know what it's like hustling out there with them twelve twelve skinnies tryna flip something light into something heavy maybe you blew your rehab check on a quarter and now you back at square one chopping up that hard white with a dull razor trying to get it down to dimes but your fingers keep cramping and the cuts ain't coming clean you might've seen roaches scatter when you hit the light switch or smelled that rotten meat when the power got shut off and the freezer became a graveyard for food you might know that sour chemical stink of crack burning in the next room over maybe you stumbled on the homemade pipe stashed behind the radiator or tucked under the sink you might've had whole conversations with somebody and then a day later find out they caught a slug just like that they name added to the rest in peace list you might've been in that bullpen at supreme court wall to wall with other cats everybody sweaty hungry irritated waiting to hear your name get called you might know the cold ride back to the county shackled up face pressed against the window count time commissary trades the struggle meal hookups that first call home voice cracking while you telling your people you straight even if you not maybe you sat through that thirty day psych eval at ctf trying to keep your head up when your mind already halfway gone you might know that sick drop in your gut when the judge say your years out loud like he just calling out numbers on a board you might've looked back and seen your people with tears in they eyes powerless to change a damn thing yeah maybe you know all that but what you probably don't know what most don't is what it feel like to take a life when you barely even lived your own to be a teenage murderer walking around with the weight of a soul on your shoulders and the cold truth that there's no undo button that's a whole different pain born in nineteen seventy two Sheldon Watkins better known as shorty pop was raised in the southeast quadrant of Washington DC where the streets made you grow up quick and only the sharp survived from a young age pop stood out he had style could dress dance and had a deep love for music that couldn't be taught that passion ended up steering him in a powerful direction early on landing him a spot on the original front line of one of DC's most legendary go go groups the junkyard band the junkyard band was born in nineteen eighty right out of berry farms and it was built by a bunch of kids who didn't have much but had enough heart to move a crowd they didn't come up with guitars and drum kits instead they grabbed what they had old trash cans milk crates plastic buckets and metal scraps they turned that junk into rhythm into movement into something the city had never heard before and shorty pop he fit right in music was his language and go go became his voice the band's gritty homegrown sound lit up the city and they quickly became a movement inspiring young kids all over DC Maryland and Virginia to start their own go go bands even without money or real gear the message was clear if you got soul and imagination you got all you need by nineteen eighty three junkyard band made their way onto the big screen with a cameo in DC cab and not long after they landed a major record deal with def jam records in New York a huge win for some kids who started off banging on buckets but the story took a dark turn in September nineteen eighty seven the group was shaken by tragedy Derek Ingram the original drummer in just sixteen years old was found dead behind a rec center in the three thousand block of G street southeast he'd been handcuffed and shot twice in the head an execution style murder that sent shock waves through the community it was a brutal reminder that in DC no matter how far you rise the streets don't forget shorty pop came from that era where dreams and danger walked side by side and his story will always be tied to the roots of a sound that gave the city its own heartbeat sixteen year old Derek Ingram was taken out execution style hands cuffed behind his back two bullets to the head cold ruthless the same streets that raised Derek were the ones that claimed him but around the way he isn't just remembered for how he died he's remembered for what he brought to the block when he was alive that love for music Derek was that young dude with a fire for the drums beating life into whatever he could get his hands on paint buckets tin cans broken toys anything that could make a sound he rocked out with the junkyard band the rawest go go crew DC had to offer these was inner city kids making straight up junk funk out of nothing the band had heart rhythm and a sound that couldn't be duplicated when they got signed to def jam it felt like the city was finally getting its shine they dropped an EP with bangers like the word and sardines that had the whole area rocking then in eighty eight they hit the big screen again with a film appearance in tougher than leather alongside hip hop legends run DMC but behind the scenes the streets were still pulling on them pop shorty pop he was dealing with his own demons folks say his childhood was rough full of pain and instability he bounced around sometimes crashing with friends skipping school getting caught up in dirt and that was a problem for the band who had tight rules about education and behavior junkyard didn't just want talent they wanted discipline pop had the first but struggled with the second by the time he was really making a name for himself in the music game pop had already made one in the streets word was out he was on the radar known as a wild young boy with a rep and eventually became wanted in connection with a homicide the story of junkyard band is about music hustle and the raw grind of growing up in DC but it's also about how fast the streets can take from you even when you're on the come up in nineteen eighty seven Sheldon shorty pop Watkins was starting to stir things up for real he was going to Kramer by then same school where one of the older heads grandmothers worked she used to look out for him make sure he ate check on him see if he needed anything but even with that care pop was already firing up that motor he was getting active back then the scene in front of anacostia was live that's where everything was popping hustlers out front dirt bikes flying up and down sixteenth street the whole strip lit up with energy and every Friday like clockwork pop would be right in the middle of it he'd have a little squad with him junior high kids mostly and they'd be out on sixteenth deep pop he was the loudest one out there talking wild always the first to run his mouth he had a habit if you locked eyes with him or looked at him too long he'd press you what you looking at then he'd call you out your name start throwing insults getting loud trying to provoke something next thing you know him and his little crew was rushing whoever flinched he went for the weak the quiet the ones that weren't ready for the drama that was his move agitate and instigate just to see who would fold most of his crew were younger junior high students while pop was in ninth grade at Kramer it was like he had a little operation going every Friday after a while folks stopped seeing him as much but his name still floated around word on the street was he was robbing dudes taking what he wanted and then falling back in the cut he'd come back around the neighborhood from time to time but nobody ever really knew when or what he was up to he moved quiet like that pop had already started carving out his name and people were beginning to pay attention in nineteen eighty eight the streets of southeast DC were already on edge and Halloween night turned into a nightmare that's when twenty nine year old Tony Kenyon got gunned down shot dead in the chest on the three thousand three hundred block of fourteenth place southeast it was the kind of scene folks don't forget candy bags and crime tape cops hit the block looking for witnesses trying to figure out who pulled the trigger the case had folks whispering and before long pops name got brought up in the conversation he was arrested for questioning and although details were scarce the streets knew he was under that microscope just a couple months later in December eighty eight shorty pop caught a body for real this time the victim was a young dude named Donnell Moore on December twenty first around eleven thirty at night Moore got shot in the chest on the seven hundred block of Quincy street northeast he died from his wounds and shorty pop was at the center of that investigation he was only sixteen years old but the weight of what he'd done was already pressing down on him there's something about taking a life at that age something that don't never leave you no matter how hard you try to bury it pop had crossed a line and everybody knew it the streets don't forget that kind of move and the law sure as hell wasn't gonna forget neither by early eighty nine pop was facing serious time for that shooting the case moved through the system and eventually shorty pop got convicted of second degree murder he was sentenced to do real time in the adult prison system at just sixteen years old he was looking at decades behind bars his music career his dreams his whole future got locked up right alongside him the junkyard band kept going without him but it wasn't the same they'd lost Derek Ingram to the streets already and now they'd lost shorty pop to the system pop did his time at the correctional facilities in Maryland spending years locked away watching other inmates come and go watching his twenties slip away watching the city change through prison windows while he stayed frozen in that cell shorty pop eventually got out and tried to rebuild his life but the mark of what he'd done never fully washed off he stayed under the radar kept his head down tried to move right but the weight of his past stayed with him year after year and eventually in two thousand twenty one on October fourteenth shorty pop Sheldon Watkins died he was forty nine years old his death didn't make the headlines it wasn't some big story splashed across the news he just slipped away quietly like so many others from his era the legacy of shorty pop is complicated it's tangled up in the birth of DC's go go movement in the raw talent he had in the trauma that consumed him and in the life he took the story of shorty pop Sheldon Watkins is the story of a city where extraordinary artistic gifts and extraordinary violence exist in the same space where a kid can beat out rhythms on trash cans and then pick up a gun where music and murder are written in the same street narrative he was part of something special with the junkyard band a cultural moment that changed DC forever but he was also a cautionary tale about what happens when the system fails young people when poverty and pain don't get addressed when kids got talent and rage but nowhere to put either one the streets raised him and the streets claimed him and in the end that's what shorty pop Sheldon Watkins represented a brilliant young man caught between two worlds with no bridge between them his music could have changed things his life could have meant something different but the dice rolled the other way and all that potential got buried under years of incarceration and regret shorty pop is gone now but his story remains as a reminder that DC's streets created both its greatest art and its deepest tragedies and sometimes the same person was responsible for both