Joshua Williams on Friendship
What is a friendship? Is it two people that hang around each other or talk to each other every day, or just two people that party together? No—a friendship is a bond you make with someone. A bond you can’t break. A bond so strong that no matter what happens it won’t break. But when a friendship is questioned by another person, show them how strong it is by showing them what a friend is for.
When your bro is down, be there by his side when he falls. When he needs somebody to talk to, lend him your shoulder. If he goes to battle, be there for him in that fight—be ready to take a bullet for your bro.
I can tell you this: I’m willing to die for my bros, for real. I’m ready to take a bullet or a beat-down for my bro, because at the end of the day, when my bro needs my help, best believe I will be there in a heartbeat, and I will be there till we done. If my help causes me to die then so be it.
They call me a racist for hanging around white people. Let me tell you something: there was more white people there for me in my lifetime than my own kind. If my own kind was there for me, they was there for what I got. Only a handful of my kind was real to me, and those are the people I still talk to today.
Yeah, I hang around white people, and I will continue to do that. I got a white friend inside prison called Daustin Luck, and let me tell you this: he is the most realest person I had in my entire life, and I would stand on that—I will die for that boy. You know why? Because he was so good to me. He didn’t care what I had. He was there when I was down and out, so I have a mission to be there for him. I devote my life to him.
There’s another person like that. We call him Guy. He is the most realest person I had in my life. Guess what? He blacker than my handful of black people and I will die for him. To these two people I will give my life, and get the tar beat out of me, fighting by they side, and beside my family and my girl.
I say to the world, right here, right now: when we come home, those that supported me in here and out there are the people I will mess with, because those people was there for me inside prison. They held my head above water when I went under. When I was on drugs in here they was there to drag me out. They didn’t stop messing with me because I used. My bro Luck used a lot, but he overcame and he got me through a lot of shit.
People of the nation: when these two people come home, please recognize them as real friends. Give them the same respect y’all do me because they deserve that shit. Remember these names and share them with the world, please:
DAUSTIN LUCK (1326362)
GUY WOOLFOLK (1007482)
I love these people to death. Get in contact with them, please. I beg you, let’s give them the same support y’all give me. If you want to send money or letters you can. Let’s show how y’all can support them.