"No grown man, can tell another grown man, how to talk or what to say. But there will always be rewards or consequences for your actions"
- OG Stomps -
For the past few days, I've been debating on speaking about the legacy of this man, and his impact on the world he leaves behind. Mostly because, it's not my place to do so. Having only built with Stomps for a few months before his passing, I just felt it wasn't my place to speak on him. That feeling has changed though, and I think it's important that anyone who's had the opportunity to build with this man, speak on it.
This picture right here, was one of the last photos I got to take of Big Stomps, and I wanted to speak on the backstory behind it, with the hopes of giving y'all (who may not know) a different perspective on the complexity of this man, and his perspectives on life.
We were doing pickup shots for a music visual, and to make things less complicated, he invited me to his crib. A lot of you new cats don't really understand the respect and responsibility that comes with that gesture, but when a man allows you passage in his place of residence, where his family and kids stay, you honor that. To my surprise, Stomps was more focused on conversation, on passing down lessons to all of us in attendance. Before any filming was done, and in-between shots, he'd take a second to build, and further elaborate of his growth and changed perspective on things.
From wanting to unify the rival gangs in his community, so that the "sins of the father" wouldn't carry over to his kids (and the children from rival communities), to speaking on investments, real estate, and creating better community programs for the youth. Dreams he had plans to move on, dreams I see peers of his (like BoZo) turning into reality. And honestly, it's all a beautiful thing.
The last thing I want to speak on, is the picture itself. When it was time to film his part, he paused and said "I want the world to see me with my kids, enjoying my life with my kids." And so, I had the honor of watching him do exactly that. And to me, ain't nothin' more gangsta than that. Long Live The Stomper, rest easy.