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Gang articlesGang Life: In The Words of Gang MembersSubmit Your Story About Street Gang Life here...They Ask Why We CryI am a 14teen year old Gangster Disciple from New Orleans, and I feel like I am ready to die. Not that I am suicidal,Im not, but I feel like an old woman. I have been shot three times, stabbed four. Seen my daddy go to prison, my mom leave me, brothers die. JUst a child killer, with perminant tears. Jaded with no will to go on. Listen to my story. I was born into a family with a mom addicted to heroine, no dad. 3 brothers, all at least 8 years older, and in sets. When I was five, my oldest brother died from Ecstacy. Mama went crazy around that time. She left us, so my brothers took care of me. We had to move out of the house. We started to live in my brother Dre's car. I was almost always alone, and I was always scared. Sometimes my youngest brother DD would sing to me, and tell me it would get better. I never believed him, By the age of 9 I knew what was up. I started to run dope for my brothers around town. One night after curfiew a cop pulled me over because I was so young. He searched me and found a fourth of weed and a key load of coke. I was sentenced to 13 months in juvi when I was eleven. I got out after 9 months and turned bad ass. I walked the line into being a GD. I started to hang wit boyz that were 17 and 18, they would fuck wit me, slap me around. By the time i was 13 I walked the streets a little and hussled everyday. I was slangin so serious dough, snortin some bad shit. I was moved in wit my bro DD, an it was all gon turn out i felt great all numb, I had been stabbed two times and shot once, but i was still cool. One night on one of the pointless fights, I got too into it to notice that Everyone else was running. They had pulled their guns and i was retaliating. Dre came back for me, and was shot. Dre died that night to save me. After this, I got more into the gang life. I got shot two more times and raped more then i want to talk about. Thats what it took for me to stop. Now all I am is a young teenager with multiple scars, inside and out. Wearing my black rag in mourning, I think how long can this go on. So young and seen things I hope no one else ever has to. So all those politicians ask, why do we do what we do? why do we cry? Thats why, thats me. I ask, Why do i have to walk around strapped, why do I have to see the things I do? I think you would cry too. SoMuchPain |