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"THANK YOU for creating the site, since it helped me get on the right track and finally find the strength to get out of the gang lifestylez." Hellfire
Change by Twilight
Nothing is easy when it comes to change. "vida loca"
is not just about gangbanging its about what you love
starts changing. I been where you been and sometimes
it seems I never left. I felt hopeless. I felt great
heartache and sadness but in order for me to get where
I am today I had to sit and look at my life, I mean
take a real hard look at myself and where I was going
and ask myself "is this how I want to live all my
life?" In order for me to change for the better I
really had to want to change. Not just say outloud to
myself or my friends that "hey yeah I wanna change" I
had to really believe it and want it. I also had to
leave alot of people behind too, change my playground.
No one said it was easy, there is no "how to" book for
any of us. You just got to want it and believe that
you are someone and that life no matter how hard it
may get is worth living and fighting for. You got to
understand that in order for you to live your dreams,
nightmares will happen, life at times might hit you in
the face with something hard. they go hand in hand. No
matter what though dont stop trying to make your life
better for you and yours. Never give up the good
fight. If you need someone to talk to just ask.
Wake Up by Lary Love
We can set up shop to sell our illeagle product.
But blame the with man when our ass get stuck.
We can hustle to make sure that we got tight gear.
With nothing to show for it at the end of the year.
continued
God Forgive Me by Kesha
Beautiful she seemed. Carrying her baby down the school hallway.
"Bye Bye Baby, I love you" She said as she walked out the daycare. continued
Anotha Day on West 9th St. by Sad Girl 707
yup im at it again, tellin yall bout this lil spot, my block... west 9th. cuttin class, otra vez.... continued
My Lyfe, The Lyfe
I grew up the sister of Gs.
Wanted to prove my loyalty and strength to my family so I forced myself to become one.
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Abortion : the voice of an aborted soul by Lady Mocha
mommy i dont understand
was it something i did?
did you have that monster kill me?
kos it wasnt till i was conceived
you got morning sickness?
im sorry for all the reasons why
im sorry for all the times i made you cry
i was beautifully sculptured
i was Gods gift to you
i guess you didnt like his surprise continued
The Patriot by Jey
fight this war, go there, fly high an soar, swing ya sword, better kill more, bet i kill for oil, spoils, silver an gold, green piles, bodies an souls, sieg heils, slavery, and bullet holes, jihads, recon, peons freed on, wings of death, bleed on promises of more respect, more forget, than remember a cause, blahs and blahs, echo from jaws, of millionaires writing laws, rising on tides of hate, that make us battle, America fucked up, raising us like cattle, animals in they eyes, no surprise, they aint cared when we died, the first time, now we, back again, like roaches, we'll be here in the end, here with our friends, hearing amends, send me an my boys to fend, defend, is what they say, i cant get away, no how, no way out, no one allowed to escape, from this hate, paranoia, I contemplate, blowing away, dust clouds, bust out, an run, be far away, in the middle east with my people in the streets celebrating peace, blasting my gun high in the air, high i declare, the world is mine, my life is fine, my life line, runs dry, only when i die, my heartbeat pumpimg, air, where a patriot lies-
Loveless Future
So many toy soldiers just like Eminems flow, the evil corrupts their life and decides when and where they go, so many have fallen tragickly, no chance to learn or grow, others confused and scattered like a dust storms steady blow/ violence, riches, dope and bitches, never satisfied cuz thug lifes full of glitches/ the fatherless always seeking to plug up the misery always leaking, behind tough talk and mean muggs, hear their inner child speaking/ born innocent and vulnerable with so much love to give, mommy busy chasing everything but her angel sleeping in that crib/continued
Respect
what the fuck is respect, it's when you don't talk shit, you listen when people's talkin, you stay strong and never quit, you hold people high, help them when you can, you bow down if you were wrong, gotta be the bigger man, you gotta be sensitive, to other people's needs, you gotta come up with the bandaids when anybody bleeds, there aint no enemies, we all people in need, i don't start beef, i dont carry a grudge, you spit an talk shit, but i wont never budge, my homies is hustlers, gang bangers an thugs, an i show them respect, when nobody else does, so who the fuck you think, they respect in return, believe what you will, but respect is earned, not bought and sold, not made from gettin shot, not for being so cold, you make it if you can, by doing shit for other people, an you can only get respect, when you realize, we all equal-JEY
Thoughts on this
I'm a twenty-one year veteran. Have served in the most forsaken places
that shouldn't even exist. Wars, skirmishes, relief efforts gone insane.
Conceded fear as a normal presence. Seen things that still make me wanna puke.
Make me weep.continued
Little Wooden Cross
I have this wooden cross that hangs from a chain of wooden beads in the windshield of my car. My best friend hung it there the first time we took a long trip together. When she first hung it from the rear view mirror I didn’t think much about it, but that little wooden cross at times has been the most precious gift any woman has ever given.
continued
Scapegoat
I've got bruises on my back from the sins of my Father; Scars on my brain from the fears of my Mother;
continued
The Forgotten
My people are hurting children turned to monsters, Northern Cali livin where 9 year old kids curse like mobsters.
continued
u dont look like a thug, u look like a killer
its takes a real thug ta stab sum 1 till they die,
standing in front of them staring straight into their eyes, continued
Juan's Story
Many of you reading this don't know me, but a lot of you can understand how it was growing up fast and hard in the barrios, the poor sides of town. On the streets of my city I am called Twilight, but my real name is Juan Hernandez. I was born on May 18th, I'm 20 years old. continued
Losses
turmoil to silence,
lets memorize names,
lost screams in the sirens,
kings an tyrants,
falling the same,continued
This is not a way of life
I came from a very close knit family.I am an only child,so it was always just me, my mom and my dad.My father was an alcoholic or another term a functioning drunk.I grew up in a neighborhood that was low class and was known as gang territory.My grandparents were Pachuco's, so I grew up knowing about the life.My father was mexican and my mother is whitecontinued
They ask why we cry
I 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.continued
Looking Back On My Childhood
As I look back on my childhood, stolen away by inner suffering, I am ashamed. Cause what did I do that was beneficial? How did I grow? What did I learn of honour, honesty, and independace from this gang life? All the opportunitys I let slip away, I missed so many chances.continued
this aint no f'in life
I grew up listening to the g's in my hood talk about the gang life. Now all my life, on tv, in school, etc. i always heard the same thing, the thing u hear all throughout this site "the gang life leads nowhere, ull regret it, dont start, and etc." but to hear a lot of the people in my neighborhood talk about the shit theyd done, and to see their tattoos, i always thought it was like the greatest thing. continued
Words from an OG"
I want to speak out to the youngsters who are reading this right now. I am 44
years old and I grew up in the gang capitol (South Central) Los Angeles in
the 1970's. Let me tell you whats going on today is nothing like it was when I was up in it.continued
38 Years of Pain
Today I picked up a copy of the Los Angeles Times and quickly turned to
the local news. there I read "Inglewood: Bullet Riddled Body Found In
Drivers
Seat". continued
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