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May
22

Marvin Gaye: What’s Going On

The first verse seems like it’s timeless…

Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today – Ya

Coulda been written last week but was Marvin Gaye 1970

Check out the song

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May
21

Gangs to God: Nicky Cruz Testimony

Examines the spiritual aspects behind gangs….

May
20

Effects of gangs: can you change?

So what if you’re a gang member and you hear God calling you in a different direction, do you just cover your ears and hope he’ll go away? What do you do if God keeps calling and following you? This audio tells about Jonah. God called him and he got a boat in the opposite direction!

May
19

Crips and Bloods: Made in America 1

Preview of Crips and Bloods made in America

May
18

Understanding Street Gangs

Run by one of our team this course on understanding modern street gangs promises to be informative and educational. If you’re in the Indy area check it out….

May
17

Getting out of a gang

Wisdom From T.I.G.–OGD

Its been ’bout 10 years since I was heavily involved. Sure I still see my “g’s” here and there the ones that still are strugglin and “alive” and on the streets. I know what we done at that time to us was fun something out of bordem. Looking to make a point to ourselves. Organized Crime… WOW we knew we was never going to be like Al Capone but we sure wanted to. I am grown with kids and a wonderful wife. I still live in the “hood” cause no matter what I’m still ghetto, but being ghetto don’t mean being down to kill for my part of the street I live on. Who owns these streets and corners? NOT YOU or I… The Govt. they want you to kill yoselves. They want us to Kill Ourselves…One less “nigga” on the street.

I don’t know about your specific Set or GANG.. But getting out is an option. These people don’t own you. I decided It was time to get away when I started opening my eyes and seeing how easy it would have been for me to just be a memory. I didn’t want that. Not right now. I had nothing for anyone to remember good about me. I see my son growing up and my G’s will come around to show respect and love and I see my son throwing up Signs and I hate that. It’s sickening I don’t want him to live like that. I’m hoping to one day be able to pull him out the Hood which I’m actually working on right now.

For those of you who say you can’t get out. How hard is it to move…get away from all the shit? I think for the most part most of you want out but don’t want to leave the violence. You love the rush everyday gives you not knowing what will happen. I used to actually feel that way. I’m speaking from experience not everyone feels that way but I’m sure some do. I used to get up get all “blued” out and just walk around by my self sometimes and wait for beef to pop off. Just for the rush. I know some of you that’s what it is. But it becomes a way of life, the way you live. After so long you don’t want anything different. But Listen the older you get if you’re lucky to stay alive and on the street. You will realize it’s time to leave all that shit alone.

But if this only reaches a few of you and you stop all the violence and get out while you’re breathing that’s one less dead man walking. One less…I hope I touched some of you and if I didn’t, I hope as you grow older you’ll realize this….”being down till the world blows up” saying is for the birds because, well in your world it may be this evening, tomorrow, this weekend, and you’re gone and for what?

A corner of the hood, a color, a set, a lifestyle?

May
15

I hate crank: another lost cause

I never realized how much I cared for my mans best friend, Richard, till right now. I hate when I am alone and I start analyzing shit, reliving the past, and then realizing some loved ones have no future.

Richard spent most his teen years in the california youth authority, a prison for crazy ass youngsters not old enough to be in adult prisons. He robbed and did shit to surrvive in his mind. His mother was a meth addict who had no idea who his father was, or his sisters. When he got out of the CYA he was on swoll, he caught the eye of a tiny 4ft9 girl named Jessica.

Rob and I met Rich and Jess when we moved to Sylvan Meadows drive in Modesto. We had moved back in with my mom. Funny how we only lived on the good side of town when we lived with my mom.

At first I mistook Jessias curious glances at me as her sizing me up. She was a pretty lil thick girl with long black hair, and a mean lookin face. I always walked past her and we met eyes, we never spoke tho.

One day my man Rob was outside talkin to some homies when Richard and him happened to meet. Rich was a wood, for those of you who dont know, Woods are not white priders. Some woods cross the racial lines in county jail and chill with the Nortenos. But in prison, that didnt fly.

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hey smoked a J together and the rest is history. Jess and I finally met. We all kicked it alot. She had an attitude but was not the type to throw down. But it was cute cuz I rubbed off on her a little bit. Once I got her riled up cuz this neighbor chick disrespected her house. I got verbal with the broad, but asked for Jessicas permission to fight her, since it was a gathering at her house, she told me to please not fight her. But the next day when that hoe was suppossed to be coming around, Jess had threw her hair back into a tight knott and had her strongest shoes on, ready to fight. But the hoe never came. I laughed as her man teased her that she was trying to be gangster.

Richard was young Bruce Willis look alike. We always teased him about it, but he liked it. I remember his crazy highs and lows. At some times doing some shit youd catch Jim Carrey doing on one of his movies. Once me and my man were sittin in the car talking, and Rich was using a blower to get leaves off his driveway. I look over across the street and this little chinese couple is laughing their asses off, looking our way. I glance at Rich and this big tough lookin wood is holding the blower up to his pelvis, like its his dick, and hes bucking all over jumping around like it was out of control. Rob and I laughed for what seemed like 20 minutes, till our bellys hurt. I never seen such a serious lookin foo act so dumb. Other times he would bust flows, crazy shit bout rippin peoples arms off and beating them with it. About commisary lines in jail, just funny ass shit. Once we went to Burger King where he flirted with this hideous girl just to be funny, then he stuck on a BK kids crown hat. He sat down at an abandoned table and began eating some left over fries, I couldnt bare to look at him cuz the shit was so funny. When we got into my mans pimped out regal, he sat in the back, with his crown on, bobbing his head and playfully mad dogging people who drove by in their cars, lookin like a burger king gangster.

The other side of him was grim. I once walked up to his screen door to hear my man from the garage say “dont go in there Dana, Richards trippin.” I looked through the tinted screen door to see Rich sittin on the couch, in the dark, with a double barrel shot gun.

Rob and I had some rocky times, he got kicked out of my moms house, and he lived with Richard. They became closer than any brothers I had ever seen. Considerate to each other in that weird cell mate kinda way. Once Rob broke down over a short breakup we had, and Richard teared up, telling Rob he couldnt stand to see his brother hurting.
I love Richard for loving my man, he had never had a friend like Rich. And I respected their relationship, and at times, tried not to be jealous.

Last time Rich came to my house, I caught him railing lines in my sons room, (my son was not home at the time) I found out through Rob that he had been using meth at a crazy rate, and Jess and him were going down that tweeker road. He began abusing Jess, choking her, only talking to her to tell her to spread her legs, she got tired of it, they had a year old baby and Jess got off drugs and moved out. Richard, once handsome and fun to be with, was now a sucked up, frail looking site. It hurts to look at him. I fuckin hate crank.

Dana

May
15

Gang Poetry: Another Lost Cause

My people are hurting

children turned to monsters,

Northern Cali livin where 9 year old kids curse like mobsters.

Politicians cant figure out the reason

for all the drugs violence and hate,

but I alone know the answer to why all that seems their fate.

Ask them about their childhhood

and theyll become distant and blank,

some clutch 9’s with their lil hands

while watching their young mothers snort up crank.

Ask the lil cholas

why they settle for men who use their fists

and youll hear a story of a baby raped, at the tender age of six.

Little boys protecting their mothers from drunk inked up men

lil girls watching their older brothers sent off to the pin

Damnt dont yall see, it starts at home

broken and battred women, feeling safe by a cholos chrome.

Then having kids to young,

resenting their lost youth

the mothers take off

leavin the oldest kid to raise the other two.

I know a girl whos mother sold her tiny body

for a bit of cheap dope

to the same men who slept with her

and lived all in her home.

It sickens me, the rate that dehumanization is quickening

upper class fight over allowance

always havin but steady bickering.

While a kid across town

is lettin the homies pull a train

cuz she needs protection from them in this wicked terrain.

Wheres the parents? Some cant be found. Out tryin to ease the pain

that their parents handed down.

The cycle has to be broken

someone has to care

for these orphaned ghetto children

thinking normality is despair.

May
14

3 Letters: Letters from victims of gang activity

The following is 3 letters from the forgotten victims of gang activity…
my 3 children whose Daddy is doing time in prison. He was not a murderer or a rapist, he
is a thief and is paying his debt to society. Unfortunately his children are also serving
time behind what I call, invisible bars. Of course these letters are my words, but I see
how each of my babies have re-acted to their fathers incarceration, and that is what
inspired me to write these letters.

Dear Daddy,

I don’t know you Daddy, but I miss you. Mommy says I was really small when you went away.
I kinda remember, but it makes me too sad to think of what happened. Yesterday I fell off
my trike and scraped my knee, I cried for you, but you never came. At night, when Mommy
thinks I’m asleep, in my crib, I hear her cry. She says everytime she looks at me, she
sees you. Do I look like you Daddy? What do you look like? What does your voice sound
like? I wish I could know you Daddy. Will I ever be able to see you? Please come home, I
miss you.

~Oralia

Dear Daddy,

Remember me, Maria, your baby girl? I haven’t seen you in a long long time. I miss you
Daddy. Where did you go? Was it my fault that you went away? Maybe I shouldn’t have been
such a bad girl. Was it because I didn’t pick up my toys? Are you mad at me? I’m sorry
Daddy, please come back!!! I promise to be the best girl in the world. I love you Daddy!

~Maria

Dear Dad,

Hi Dad. I miss you and I love you so much! Yesterday, my t-ball team won, again! We are
un-defeated, I wish you could have been there to see. I have a karate tournament coming up
soon, I’ll tell you all about it. Guess what? I was student of the week, last week. They
took my picture, so I am sending it to you. Mommy took me to see you today. I was kinda
scared to go to a prison to see you. There was a man in the tower watching us, and he had
a huge gun. I hope I never go to prison. You must have did something really bad. Did you
hurt lots of people? Why did they have you in all those hand cuffs and the feet cuffs too?
Are the police scared of you, are they afraid you will run away? Is that why they wore
masks when they brought you in the room to see us? Why didn’t the other Dads have to be
behind the glass? I wish I didn’t have to see you from behind glass. Your voice sounds
funny on the phone. When are you coming home? Will it be soon? I can’t wait Dad. I love
you!

~Norberto<

May
13

Christian Rap

Check this out by YUNG-SAVE-AND-DANGERIOUS “BIBLE WIT ME”

What do you think?