It's symbolizing the respect and loyalty, that men can have for each other. To give your life for your fellow man. To never leave a brother behind or give another brother up to save ones self. Since the day we met we were inseparable. He felt a sense of responsibility being his hood and I was a tourist, that had no fear, wouldn't back down and was most likely going to die a warriors death. He said, "it'll be a glorious battle worthy if dieing in and I want to be there." Of course I tool it the wrong way and went out back to throw my hatchet a few times, sinking it in the tree across the yard.
After 3-4 throws,
Shakey comes out back saying, "hey do you hear that thumping." As hes looking for me, stops just short of getting domed and watches the hatchet fly by, inches from his face and it sinks into the tree. Shakey says, "that was f****** awesome, can you do that everytime."
I say," 19of 20, but can I do a moving target. Why don't you run and we'll find out."
Shakey says, " naw you took that the wrong way. When you die it'll be with my dead body at your feet. My hood, my responsibility to guide you through. This will be legendary, brother."
Jacobe Glenn Boatman of Houston, Harris County, Texas was born on September 3, 1981, and died at age 29 years old on July 5, 2011 at 1620 Dunaway St, in Houston.