Page 46 of This Is Law 2

“ I don’t know him personally, but I’m passionate about it because Reggie is one of my favorite rappers.

Before all this shit happened, you could tell he was living life on the straight, and narrow.

He just did that big ass toy drive for the kids.

He was really trying to turn his life around.

This man’s freedom is on the line, and I don’t like the way Law gave up on him.

That’s all I’m trying to say. Ya’ll can look at it from whatever angle you want, but the truth of the matter is that he passed on Reggie, and I don’t like that.

Everybody was depending on him to do his thing in court yesterday, so that Reggie could have walked out with a bond.

Fuck him graduating top of his class, the kind of father he is, all of that.

That nigga a sellout. Let’s take a couple of calls from the callers and tell us how you feel.

First caller. What’s your name, and where you from? ” Ace switched gears.

“ Yo. What’s good? They call me Ton. I’m from the 305.

Reggie my little cousin. Ace, I’m on the same shit as you.

It’s fuck Law over here too! He ain’t this good, standup guy that ya’ll making him out to be.

Reggie told me exactly what happened, and why he not representing him anymore.

Basically, Reggie questioned Law, asking him if he could do the job, and Law’s cocky ass got offended.

That’s literally all that fuckin happened.

Because of that, Law didn’t want shit to do with him, or the case.

He acting like my cousin disrespected him or something.

My cousin in fuckin jail, scared, worried about the time that he’s facing, and all he wants to do is get out, so that he could be there for his little girl!

With the time that he’s facing, of course he’s going to question if the nigga can help him.

I feel like Law never wanted that case from the beginning.

That nigga saw a way out, and he took it ! ” Ton spat.

“ I feel that. Thank you for calling. Next caller ,” Ace said.

Caller after caller kept coming on, and they were selling me out, talking all kinds of shit.

Damn near everybody that was calling, they were related to Reggie in some way, or they knew him.

The shit that they were calling in and saying, I could see why my sons were angry about it, and why Yaya called me earlier, spazzing.

I was built on steel, so that shit that they were saying wasn’t moving me or hurting me.

I had the right to defend my name though, so the second I pulled up at Yaya’s crib, I was going to hop on live for a second, say my piece, and go on about my business.

“ Last caller. What’s your name? Where you from ?” Brandy asked.

“ What’s up? My name Justin. I’m from Miami.

Ima make this quick. I just want to hop on here and say something to all the dick riders, haters, and followers that’s trying to keep the hate train going with Law.

All ya’ll have something in common, and it’s that ya’ll don’t know Law personally.

Ya’ll calling in with nothing but speculations because your favorite rapper is locked up, and ya’ll feel like he shouldn’t be.

I know Law personally. A few months ago, I was one of his clients.

I’m only sixteen, which means that this was a juvenile case.

I’m about to brag on Law, and the first thing that I can brag on is that juvenile cases aren’t even his thing, but that man told me that he saw me, and I reminded him of one of his sons, so it was no way in hell that he was going to let someone else represent me.

From the day I met him, that man has been nothing but good to me, yo.

If it wasn’t for him, I would have been charged as an adult, sitting in prison for murder.

Ace, you on here, trying to say that Law only doing this shit for the money, and not to look out, and that’s bullshit.

When he came to see me in jail, our shit wasn’t always business.

That man kept me motivated and pushed me to follow in my plans that I had after high school.

Court has been over for me for a couple of months.

Case been won, and he still hitting my phone, checking on me.

This man just called my grandma the other night, making sure that I was doing what I’m supposed to be doing around the house, and in school.

I don’t like that sellout narrative that ya’ll trying to create because that’s not what he is.

For him to wash his hands with Reggie’s case, Reggie had to do something.

The way Law go so hard for black men, especially when he got black sons, he not going to just sit there, and walk away for Reggie to rot.

That nigga had to do something ,” I felt like a proud father listening to Justin.

Shit damn near almost made me shed a tear.

“ Oop, he told ya’ll. Thank you, Justin, for calling in ,” Brandy responded.

After that, they talked for a little while longer, and then they ended the podcast. I didn’t even bother going through the comments that were left because I’m sure it was going to be filled with the same hating ass shit.

I’d just pulled up to Yaya’s crib. Her cars were here, and I knew that the boys were inside.

It was almost seven at night. I pulled my phone out, went to Instagram, and because I’ve never gone live, I had to play around with it a little bit, and find out how to go live, and I eventually got it.

The live video started right away, and within seconds, people started joining.

In a matter of one minute, I had well over 50k viewers, and that number just continued to go up as the seconds went by.

I propped the phone up on the mount, where I would sometimes put my phone when I was driving, and then I cleared my throat, so that I could start.

“What’s up, world? How ya’ll doing? My name is Sevyn, but a lot of you may know me as Law.

To know me, is to know that I don’t do this social media shit, but everybody just finished giving their think pieces on me, putting in their two cents about what they think happened, so it’s only right that I speak up, and I tell my own story, instead of trying to let other people do it for me.

Before I start, to any of my former or current clients that may be tuned in, or any of my staff, I apologize for the side of me that you’re getting ready to see because nothing about what I’m getting ready to say is going to be professional,” I gave a disclaimer.

By now, the views were in the hundreds of thousands.

“I have kids to attend to, so I’m going to make this quick.

Yes, I was originally the attorney that was hired to defend Reggie.

I was willing to put everything that I had going on, on a temporary hold, so that I could give his case the attention that it deserved and bring him home.

His mama reached out to me on a Friday. Keep in mind, I rarely come into the office on a Saturday, but I had her meet me at my office the next day, bright and early, so that we could get started, and tackle what we needed to tackle.

Also, keep in mind that when she reached out to me, I had no room to add Reggie to my schedule, but that same culture that ya’ll saying that I don’t support, I made room for him on my schedule.

Reggie is my kids favorite rapper, so there was a piece of me that did it to make my kids happy too.

During my time of working with Reggie, him, and I have had conversations.

Just like anyone that’s scared of their freedom being on the line, he had worries, doubts, and he was scared.

The last time that I went to see him, he didn’t like the findings that I brought to the table.

Because he didn’t like it, he got disrespectful and started questioning my ability to do my job.

He didn’t think that I was built to handle his case.

Me? Law? Not being able to get a killer, and a drug dealer off is insane, when I’ve done it a thousand times before.

Ya’ll may look at it as doubt, but a nigga like me looks at it as disrespect.

I work too hard to ever be disrespected, so yes, I walked away from the case.

Simple, and that’s all that I’m going to explain.

I don’t owe the world an explanation, so I won’t give one,” I spat.