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Rap Icon Max B also known as Charly Wingate was found guilty of involvement in a robbery that left a man dead after the State of New Jersey coerced co defendant Gina Conway to testify against him and the gunman in exchange for a lesser sentence. Charly was sentenced to 40 years on September 4th 2009, with out any evidence presented by the state.The actual gun man was captured and also testified , but still received a life sentence for committing the murder. Max B was accused of orchestrating a robbery and then convicted for armed robbery, kidnapping, aggravated assault, and murder. Many people feel the rappers conviction was cruel and unlawful. On August 30th 2012 Max B's appeal was denied with no further notice. Pardon the wave is collectively organizing a petition for his release. We are looking to approach both Governor Chris Christie and President Barack Obama for a Pardon.Charly did not receive a fair trial . Supporters are asked to sign the petition, our goal is 4 million signatures. Despite the charges and allegations the rapper was not in the state at the time when the crime was committed nor did he obstruct justice when approached by police. Charly Max B Wingate deserves another chance in society, the likes of Jay Z and Shyne have recently spoken of his great contribution to Hip Hop. He is also a father and husband. Why should he be forced to spend the rest of his life in prison for conspiracy allegations?
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DIRTY SHEETS
PROLOUGE
As Lamaree Jacobs lay in his studio apartment on his futon reading his routine test results he had every emotion known to man, except happiness run through him. He read the results up to this point in time forty seven times, and the word positive still didn’t change. He tries to remember all of his escapades and rendezvous’ with his clients and with tears stinging his eyes reads the letter again. The tears stain the page but cannot and will not change the results.
He was looking at his death certificate and just hoped he did not pass the disease down to his wifey. He really loved her but his strong addiction to money and sex had him in one of the worst situations possible. He sat up in the bed and grabbed a Dutch Master cigar and proceeded to roll up a blunt. He picked up his Rolodex and strolled through the list of clients. He started formulating plans on how to find out who gave him HIV and kill them before the disease.
He lays back down on his bed and lights up the blunt and chuckles as he remembers something somebody said to him; “It don’t matter how healthy or wealthy you are, too much of anything can kill you.” He thought out loud, “Damn Cyph you aint never lie.” He got comfortable in the sheets and grabs his pillows after he placed the L in his lips. He inhaled the smoke and smells of the different perfumes and body washes and remembers he never washes these sheets. He has over four hundred and eighty thousand dollars and a car wash/detailing shop all from women, yet he never remembers to wash these sheets.
After he makes the promise to wash them for the umpteenth time he starts to think about how he got to this point in his short life, only being twenty years old. Just thinking, his wifey is the cost of this. She seduced, him took his virginity and turned him into a nymphomaniac. He thinks back two years ago when this all started, two days before high school graduation. He never went to his guidance counselor and was called down to the office to fill out college applications.
He walked into his guidance counselor’s office and closed the door to finally fill out his one and only college application. When he locked eyes with his counselor he thought he fell in love. She was sitting behind her desk, but he knew her body was crazy. He was staring so intently into her eyes that she couldn’t help but stare back. It was something about his eyes that had her interest peaked and panties soaked. He was praying she didn’t notice the bulge in his pants so he put the college application in front of him.
For some strange reason they both couldn’t bring themselves to break the embrace of their pupils. They were both deep in their own sexual fantasies. It was as if they were having sex in that very office as both of them had orgasms mentally. To Lamaree, this was a first because no woman has ever had his interest. He was a smart kid but he was forced to hustle after countless jobs turned him down. He hustled, and hustled hard and never had time for a girlfriend. He has to provide for his little brother because his moms and pops are both in jail. His grandmother drinks up all the money she gets, so just turning eighteen he has been providing for his family for five years. That day in the office changed his life.
PROLOUGE
As Lamaree Jacobs lay in his studio apartment on his futon reading his routine test results he had every emotion known to man, except happiness run through him. He read the results up to this point in time forty seven times, and the word positive still didn’t change. He tries to remember all of his escapades and rendezvous’ with his clients and with tears stinging his eyes reads the letter again. The tears stain the page but cannot and will not change the results.
He was looking at his death certificate and just hoped he did not pass the disease down to his wifey. He really loved her but his strong addiction to money and sex had him in one of the worst situations possible. He sat up in the bed and grabbed a Dutch Master cigar and proceeded to roll up a blunt. He picked up his Rolodex and strolled through the list of clients. He started formulating plans on how to find out who gave him HIV and kill them before the disease.
He lays back down on his bed and lights up the blunt and chuckles as he remembers something somebody said to him; “It don’t matter how healthy or wealthy you are, too much of anything can kill you.” He thought out loud, “Damn Cyph you aint never lie.” He got comfortable in the sheets and grabs his pillows after he placed the L in his lips. He inhaled the smoke and smells of the different perfumes and body washes and remembers he never washes these sheets. He has over four hundred and eighty thousand dollars and a car wash/detailing shop all from women, yet he never remembers to wash these sheets.
After he makes the promise to wash them for the umpteenth time he starts to think about how he got to this point in his short life, only being twenty years old. Just thinking, his wifey is the cost of this. She seduced, him took his virginity and turned him into a nymphomaniac. He thinks back two years ago when this all started, two days before high school graduation. He never went to his guidance counselor and was called down to the office to fill out college applications.
He walked into his guidance counselor’s office and closed the door to finally fill out his one and only college application. When he locked eyes with his counselor he thought he fell in love. She was sitting behind her desk, but he knew her body was crazy. He was staring so intently into her eyes that she couldn’t help but stare back. It was something about his eyes that had her interest peaked and panties soaked. He was praying she didn’t notice the bulge in his pants so he put the college application in front of him.
For some strange reason they both couldn’t bring themselves to break the embrace of their pupils. They were both deep in their own sexual fantasies. It was as if they were having sex in that very office as both of them had orgasms mentally. To Lamaree, this was a first because no woman has ever had his interest. He was a smart kid but he was forced to hustle after countless jobs turned him down. He hustled, and hustled hard and never had time for a girlfriend. He has to provide for his little brother because his moms and pops are both in jail. His grandmother drinks up all the money she gets, so just turning eighteen he has been providing for his family for five years. That day in the office changed his life.
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