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Gang Life: In The Words of Gang Members

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Death threats and a dying call,
he was the one who heard it all.
Voices in the background,
screams of fright.
I knew it could end, all that night.
Saying I love you and taking it back,
you didnt think i was crazy, not even wack.
A lonely little boy,
who knew it all;he had no friends.. but was pretty popular.
The teacher always gave him a 2nd try,
covering up his world of lies,
with darkness and pain.From day one, I knew "it" was meant to be;
and "we" were the "it"
He thought life was hard,
but it was easy as anything.A wanna be hard~core,
more like a wanna be not~poor
Loosing it all to a fight,
nobody taught him wrong from right.Six foot tall yes, bulletproof no.
Every chick dug him and said i was crazy that I didnt go for him.
The guy I'd been around with,
made friends with.. and fell in and out of love with.
Always there for somebody, when the had a bad day.
Never fitting in, except with the people he knew. Even then, he didnt have a crew.
Got 'em back on the right track,
gettin 'em away from all those chicks addicted to crack.Away from the drugs, away from his friends,
nothin was right,
yet he hoped it wouldn't end.He said 'I love you' and you knew what he would mean;Holding his hands, cold as ice,
his touch was memorable, his friendship was forever.
~1~ Amy