Fourteen-year-old Active J, known in his detached home as Joshua Hudson, explains how the feds set up a dead sting to bare jail him
WAGWAN? Da feds try to bust man dis mornin’ an’ smash Active J’s network wide open. Copdem shakedown school hassembly by fakin’ doin’ commoonity policin’.
Miss Jackson bare fell for it and let five-oh in wivout a search warrant. Gyal not even check dem’s hi-d or if dem ‘ave da school lanyard drip.
Dem feds woz gangsta sweepin’ to bare bust Active J, like man’s bruv Nines at da hairport. Him’s was harrested just for not tellin’ da cops about him’s burna phone and where him’s crib is, oh and some Class B herb. Still.
Da cops was grillin’ hassembly wiv yes an’ no questions about da so-called dangers of vapin’, an’ a fed asked if anyone got a vape? Wasteman Drilla’ pulls out his Blueberry Muffin, an sez yeah, an’ Active J got a Peach Melba. Schooldem is all laughin’, ‘cept man woz vexed at deadman Drilla grassin’ man up.
Miss Jackson then gets bare mad an’ pulls man an’ dickhead Drilla to do a line-up for 5-0 to hinterrogate us wivout lawyers about mandem’s vapes.
Man woz gonna say ‘No comment, innit’, but Miss did da really deep heavy optics an’ confiscated mandem’s vapes. Da feds must ‘ave pepper-sprayed or CS-gassed Active J too, coz man’s eyes woz bare waterin’.
But Babylon ‘ad no hevidence to harrrest Acitive J for supplyin’ Drilla wiv him’s Class V fruity pen, coz Active J said nuffink. Now man is gassed an’ flexin’ swag, free to build a gangsta vape hempire up from him’s corner shop to bare worldwide supermarkets, like yute Pablo Tescobar.
But Active J will start tomorrow, coz Miss said man has to go straight home tonight wivout a vape pen. Rank.
