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da life and times of a gangsta from the skool yard to da big yard, from the street block to a cell block, dats where the g in me got me, old skool baller is what i am now, its almost unheard of of a 39 yeqr old memeber, and i seen many of homies funerals, for real, and some days i ponder why i am left, when so many have gone over yonder to what ever that is they go to, in my hood if its not the bullet, its the bottle that will get you in the end. jails instutions and death.. in part i am sorry for how i lead my life, i am old and at times i wake up from sleep,grasping for air, and at times when i am walking down the street, and i see a car i don't recognize, that old feeling, not quite fear, but it is, my mind wonders whose dat?? or when a car does an abrupt U turn, i think this is it!! my bang bang in to glory. But is it really, to die like that, though many have that has come before us, what would they say now if the dead could speak? i think, get out now while you can, i have not seen it all, and who has, but i seen enuff. i have had my unfair share of battle wounds, mentally, emotionally, and physically as well, now is the time for it all to end... I know who i am, and who brought me home and where i lived, and i would not change it if i could, but i will try to change it for you if i can, its not the life glorfied like the media portries it... from the south valley...Native Pride |