Release Hatred

We all looked up to him. He was, without a doubt, our leader. It was a mutual feeling though, because in a way I think he looked up to us too. There was a constant give and take. But from early on I always realized that I was the only one that could see through it.

We weren't any type of organization or organized group. We definitely weren't a gang or any other crime related group. We were just a bunch of people trying to make it out. Well, I wouldn't say make it out… we were just trying to find our niche in this fucked up world. It was more of a reaction than an action.

Just like any other random cluster of people we had our spokesperson. It just felt like this guy knew everything. He knew when to fight and when to let things go. He always had an answer. We were the innocent and he was the experienced. We were the naïve and he was the jaded. We were the weak and he was the strong teaching us to be strong. We broke our backs for that wisdom. And we were breaking our backs to have that type of wisdom. We would have, without a doubt, went to war with this man.

I guess one day he got sick of the way things were and decided to just leave. He called us together and told us it was time to go. There was a unanimous decision to follow him. So they all left in search of something better.

I decided to stay because I was the only one that could see. They were blind to the fact that he was blind. They were not wise enough to put the pieces together. I had learned just enough to know. His house didn't have windows… he had no reason to ever look outside or look inside or look anywhere because it was all black.

The literal blind was leading the figurative blind.

I earned his respect because I stayed and I knew that he knew that I would succeed and he knew that I knew that he would succeed.

The rest of them went down faster than a cheap hooker.

WW

Note from William Wallace to anyone reading: Change can only come from within. If you are unhappy with the way bombing is in Delaware, then you have to be a part of the change. For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. Read that twice. As much as you would rather live in Philly or New York or wherever because "they're on that real shit"... guess what, you don't, and until you do, you have to be a part of this movement or you have to get off your message board and stop complaining. Pay attention to what is around you. Don't write this off yet. The Glam Life and Glory Days are on some real shit. And not just some real graff shit, some real shit period. If this was pure graff would I even have an audience? Fuck no. So generate interest, just because your boy isn't hittin a blackbook doesn't mean he can't be up on this. Photographers, writers, poets, musicians, anyone with a voice and a message should get involved somehow.

What I'm saying is... Stand up Delaware. Raise your hand. Be proud of where you are from. Read between the lines. Keep searching. Never stop pushing. Never stand still. Make moves. Know when to whisper and know when to yell. Stop hating. Be real. This isn't a movement. This is YOUR movement.

If anyone wants to hit me back, go ahead... instaticww@gmail.com... if not, thats cool, I'm gonna keep pushing because my voice will be heard.

Be easy.

William Wallace

Bernie Mac Died Today.

We lost another great one.



RIP Bernie Mac.

visual history lesson

let's just say, toys wrote on the grave wall..
(not the grave wall^^)



with the explosion of all this garbage vandalism that's appearing lately, i get upset that the graffiti in Delaware ain't like it was. graffiti used to be so good.

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Nobodyimportant.

New Clipse / Re Up Gang Leaked!!

Download it Here!!


Nah Homies.....we got it for cheap, ya dig?

Increase the Peace!

burn em down.

going for the 6's and 7's

All that man ever did was read the paper.

For some reason we felt it necessary to insult him every time we walked through what we called Apprentice Park.

I don't know why we called him names. I guess we just thought he was the crazy old guy and it didn't bother him.

We walked down there about twice a week. In between or after our classes in the city. The park was at the end of Market Street and if you looked over the railing you saw 16th street right under you and across 16th was the Brandywine Creek.

One day I wandered down to Apprentice Park by myself and I saw the old man sitting on his usual bench reading the paper. I sat down next to him and I said, "listen, I just wanted to apologize for yelling at you all those times. It was stupid and immature, you deserve more respect than that. I'm sorry."

He looked at me and said, "you're apology doesn't hold its weight in water."

So I said back, "walk to the creek with me."

For some reason he did. He followed me down to the water's edge. I started walking into the water. Luckily for me, there was a spot ten feet deep just to my right. We were completely underwater now. We had become dense enough to stay at the bottom.

I said to him, "does it hold its weight in water now?"

He didn't say anything to me. He pulled out a lighter, set the paper on fire, and disappeared.

Shout-outs to the coolest vegetable.

- Your third favorite story teller, William Wallace

Get familiar.

Its almost that time again...

4th of July! Swimming pools, Cookouts, Horseshoes, Spades, Dominoes, Dancing, Fireworks, Shit talking, Loud Music, The Aunt who comes with a Styrofoam container and takes all she can before everybody else can serve their plates. Believe me we're gonna get it in.

That reminds me of this American Made toss that Agua did on the el tracks right off 95. Lemme see if I saved it somewhere.
Ahhh there it is. What about that Agua Short Stop jawn, yeah I should have it somewhere on here too.
See I told you. Agua's been getting it in for years. I woulda loved to see what he was fully capable of if legal troubles hadn't plagued his stats from the first inning to wherever we're at now. Dude's had alotta fans over the years, but anybody remember the team of copycats from D-Ware? Well I do, callout time.
Just click a picture and it gets bigger. Happy Independence Day, save some ribs for me.

Reign Delay...*A Must Read

I could smell the wet asphalt before started raining. It was just that type of day. Every weather report called for storms. Every white cloud in the sky was slowly fading to black.

That was a misrepresentation of what was really happening. In our minds it was a beautiful day. Everything about our lives was slowly fading to white. It was one of the few times that I felt like every one of us was doing exactly what we wanted to do. We were all living a glamorous life. This was our glory day.

Obviously that wasn’t entirely true. Some people grow up with dreams of being an astronaut but one day they wake up and realize they couldn’t fly a kite in a windstorm. There are the talkers and the doers. Talkers tend have a mouthful of want and a handful of give me. This was the day I decided to be a doer.

We knew there was a rainstorm coming so we did what you do when it rains. We closed our car windows and made sure our sump pumps were working. The three of us operated in perfect time with one another. We lived our lives in key and in 4/4 time. When I got to my car I decided not to roll up the windows. I also decided not to go back inside. I started driving aimlessly, which was admittedly not what you normally do in the event of an oncoming storm. But I thought “fuck it, if I’m going to be a doer I’m not going to sit around on wasted talent.”

After driving for what felt like hours, I started to understand what people mean when they say that our roadsides have lost color. We live in a black and white pastel painting. Random color splashes the grey haze. After passing one of those few color splashes, another thought crossed my mind. I’m pretty sure I’m one of the few people who has ever thanked God for perverts, Pablo Escobar, and fallen heroes.

I kept driving until I didn’t care about the storm anymore. Then I realized it wasn’t storming.

It never started raining. But we kept living like it was going to. We kept preparing for it and it never came. It never does.

The cycle goes on and on and on and on.

And it never stops reigning.

~ THE William Wallace

**New Video**

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Possible Glamorous Life video coming soon.

Lil Wayne A Milli Remixes

It seems like everybody has come out with a remix over the Lil Wayne A Milli beat. From Jay-Z, to Papoose, to Lil-Mama, to Cyssero, to Cory-Gunz to I don't even know who! The three below are my three favorite. Probably a little biased, but go look up the others if you want. Oh and by the way J-A-D-A kills it.

Jadakiss - A Millie


Cassidy - A Millie


Gillie Da Kid, Bump J, Meek Millz & Peedi - A Millie Official Video

LOCAL LEGENDS THREADS COMING TO YOU!

Be on the lookout for this relatively young company coming out of Philadelphia Pistolvania. These wall writers turned entrepreneurs bring to you clean designs and authenticity in everything they do. Local Legends Threads is a vision of Dave Bontempo, founder and man in charge. LLT is a vision of uniting a culture in which we can be different, embrace change and find yourself without sacrificing your individuality. LLT was formed in 2005 in a dirty dorm room, with many friends helping along the way. To welcome the launch of their new line, Local Legends is throwing a party...so writers bring your blackbooks...ladies bring those titties and party people be ready to party. Cause it's going down.


Check out their myspace here for more gear and kicks : www.myspace.com/locallegendsthreads

Rockness Monsta - Shell Shock

I don't know why it took me so long to post this mixtape. But this release by Rock of Heltah Skeltah and the famous Boot Camp Clik is long over-due. Rock a former Decepticon Gang Member from Brooklyn, New York was recently released from an attempted murder charge stemming from the shooting of a notorious Blood Gang member/Pimp.

Watch the interview with Rock about his short time in Rikers here.



Download Rockness Monsta Shell Shock Mixtape here.

Rockness Monsta - Shell Shock
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GEAR 4 SALE!

I came across what can be described as a virtual yard sale. Andrew Freeborn from Philadelphia is selling off everything. He's better known for running the Northern Liberties store Undrcrwn and contributing to the development of sneaker and fashion projects around these United States. He has a good collection of old Starter gear, sneakers and well some stuff that you just might like. Check his online store out here.


AdidasxUndrCrwn C-Billups


Nike Air Max 97 (euro release)


For my aki's! Vintage Bally's "Fordham"



Raider's Starter Cap - Wool (Reference NWA)


76ers Starter Cap - Cotton


UNLV Starter Cap - Cotton Twill


Jackets to match all the hats. 49ers Starter Coat


London Fog - Black/Red - Small


Air Burst (Asia Release)


Remember check his online store http://stillill.myshopify.com/.

FDR Skatepark..ow.

World Wars

Jacob died. His body was never recovered. The cause of death was unknown. The fact that he died wasn’t questioned though. He was 17 and his blood was smeared across the wall. There was a memorial service and no further questions were asked.
Jacob didn’t really die. He just needed to get away. True, that was his blood. He cut himself and smeared the blood. Jacob found a field.
He walked to the field after he cut himself. He had a shovel, so he started digging. He got pretty deep, he actually almost made it to the core. He built a little shelter and then put together a ladder. Jacob had an idea.
He then dug his way to the Atlantic. He positioned the ladder firmly in the sand and started climbing. He made it through the troposphere, stratosphere, and well into space. He went into black holes and other galaxies, but he wasn’t interested in all that. He built a bridge from space to water, two things that never touch. He was just hanging out on Venus one day with all the fly traps when he decided to send a message to Earth. He walked to the moon with his shovel and carved in a message. It read “fuck what you think.”
Earth saw it and, needless to say, was not too happy. Earth was so upset that he sent a clear message back. It swept the gravity right out from under the moons feet. Jacob saw what happened from the Big Dipper, where he liked to eat brunch. He was amused, so he decided to play a game. He was going to try to make all the Planets war with each other. He devised his plan under the watchful eye of the constellation Orion.
He started sending messages to all the planets in bottles. He would sign the messages with the name of another planet or moon. The Planets are smart. They got together and figured that Jacob was the problem. Not only did they take away Orion’s belt for participating but they had Taurus cut off Jacobs limbs. They put them in a box and mailed them to his parents house with a note that was signed by nine planets and a couple moons.
Now Jacob was dead.
- William Wallace a.k.a Winston Wolf a.k.a World Wars

Quotes from the blue side.

Before I start this post, I want to publicly state that I am not a 14 year old kid with Anarchy signs painted on his clothes or an ignorant street thug. But.....the state of policing needs to be addressed just like the rest of society does. I regularly read through forums where police officers post under anonymous screen names similar to me, however if you read back I am little bit more forthcoming with who I am. They post about everything from the Sean Bell incident to the recently broadcasted beatdown of three shooting suspects in Philadelphia. I have family that are police officers so I understand they operate in a stressful environment. I'm also positive that there are officers who like every other job are embarrassed by the words and actions of their colleagues. In a world such as policing, every thing you do reflects on those around you as well. Call me a liberal for criticizing cops, call me a conservative for understanding their job stress...whatever, I'm not much for labels, there's more substance to me than that. This one's for my crazy cop uncle who sleeps with his gun.

Comments made by Police officers after a 19 year old was shot dead for killing a police dog.

-POS DAD: " we want to see justice is done".

-JUSTICE WAS DONE, YOUR POS SPERM DONATION WAS PUT TO DEATH....... WORKS FOR ME!!!!

-A K-9 is an OFFICER. They are issued badge numbers just like a P/O. AND DAMN RIGHT THAT OFFICERS (K-9) LIFE IS NOT ONLY EQUAL BUT MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE VALUE OF THAT POS' LIFE. HE' WORTHLESS TO SOCIETY & ANYONE ELSE, NOW!

-Mr and Mrs Jackson, nice dirty white tshirt you nasty fuck. You both failed as parents. You son is dead, and the world is a better place for it.

New York Police talking about the death of Sean Bell while making fun of the deceased's wife. They created an imaginary character named Lootie, who is the racially created embodiment of urban black people and through digitally altered photos he consoles the grieving widow of Sean Bell. Yeah..."Lootie", even black officers should take offense.

-SHE IS SUCH A F U C K I N G BROODSOW!!!

-She should be grateful that Saint Sean Bell didn't live long enough to give her AIDS.

-Lootie is seen here adressing the crowd at Fat Al's National Action Network. Lootie has his own style of whipping up the crowd into taking action. Lootie was seen demonstrating to the crowd what they are suppose to loot for if the crowd decides to start looting after the march for justice on 05/07/08.




Police officers are professionals and should not engage in political rhetoric. But I guess they feel safe behind the computer screen.