Hi everyone, I “used” to be down with the GD nation but its been about a good 3
or 3 1/2 yrs since I had even had anything to seriously do with them….I finally realized
that, that lifestyle was a dead end road.. it took me a long time to realize it or
actually wake up and see how “BAD” or how it was going to take me eventually….
I was really lucky in all my years involved I didnt get killed, I came really close
several times…

I ended up with a
felony on my record I ended up with all these stupid tattoos that I recently got covered
up with something decent and respectible… it wasnt till just a few yrs ago I decided to
get back involved with a different crowd of individuals and started training in Martial
Arts again….At wich time I met my instructor and he helped me get my life back on trak
and helping teach discipline, respect, and focusing on self determination to stay out of
gangs to children in schools, and on the streets. I felt I was making a difference instead
of being the problem.

I stopped hanging around my
“FOLKS” not because I didnt like them but I felt it was time I had to grow up
and in order for me to leave that lifestyle I had to stop being around that lifestyle..
now for those few years it was hard cause i still lived in the Hood and i seen these cats
daily and I showed them respect and they respected me and my decision…..and eventually I
was teaching on my own…. now just a few months back I moved to another city about an
hour in a half away I still continue my martial arts although I have slowed down on
teaching not for long though,, but I have landed a job working in the Juvinille justice
system in a Juvinille detention / bootcamp facility,

Now I feel I am really making a difference
trying to help and counsel these kids and work with them and find out why they feel they
have to feel to belong in this lifestyle.. I compare my own reasons with theirs and
sympothise with some…. I have managed to get alot of positive responses in thier lives
and in some others tend to want to live no other way and they know thier on either one of
2 paths… Death/ or Prison…. for those who realize thiers actual hope for them they are
trying to change thier lives in lock-up and hopefully they keep on the same positive trak
on the outs….Now Im not so nieve to think some of the ones who say they’re not going to
be envolved again when they get out actually wont.. because peer pressure is out there…
but alot of you are homeboys to those individuals locked up maybe not in my facility but
in your own areas facilityl.

I have to say is let your homies make thier
own decisions dont be one of those cats who say “ooh man you been L’d down cuz, you
turnin soft, come on lets ride on these idiots /fools tonite for old time sake ..” Or
” lets get them fools now that your out” we work hard to keep these kids out of
trouble and change their way of thinking for when they get out and most of the time thier
in lockup cause of their homie that didnt get caught and their doing time for them and
when they get out that homie is waiting on them to get them caught up agian…. its bogus
people.. all this Gangster crap has to end some time…. Its played out, its outdated hell
the MOB has even settled down.

When is people going to grow up and realize
that being down with a set or gang is hazardous and not COOL…..? Maybe some of those
individuals need to be locked up in my facility for a few months IM sure we’ll break you
and change your mind….all that tuff guy is gone the minute you walk thru our
doors….Your in our hood and thiers no escaping… I hope i didnt offend anyone and if I
did I apologize but its time the truth is told to some….and thiers no better way than
blunt and point blank sometimes…..It has to stop people…….And for those of you that
are religious we need to spread the “word” beacuse the end is near…. Peace,
Luv, and happiness 1race, (the human race) T.I.G.

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Paul’s Story

My name is Paul, better known as Little Huero. I’m from Phoenix, AZ. I grew up on the West
Side of Phoenix. At the age of 10 is when I got jumped into my hood WS WBP12th AVE. After
i got jumped in that’s when all the crazy shit started to happen. I started to get into a
grip of trouble like Grand Theft Auto, selling drugs, robbed houses, shoot at rival gangs.
I basically did everything a gang member did and my Mom thought that I was just some good
boy until she found out everything I was doing. When she found out about this she was
really hurt. At the age of 12 that’s when I stopped giving a f**k about life. Then later
on I was realizing that I was hurting my Mom because of the stuff I was doing. So now I’m
locked up because of all the stupid shit I did. So for all ya that are just beginning the
gang life, think about it now that you have a chance, because in the future all the shit
you did in the past is going to catch up with you. Now it’s time to change, and leave the
past behind, look toward the future. On the outside it doesn’t always show that I want to
change, but deep inside I do want to change. Paul, 15 </p>

Richard’s Story

My name is Richard also known as Ears from West Side Brown
Pride. I started to get involved in drugs, gangs and alcohol at the age of nine. Then when
I was about twelve when I started to do more serious shit like selling drugs, shooting at
rival gang members, breaking into peoples houses and shit to prove myself to the hood.
When I started to do more crimes I really didn’t care anymore about what would happen to
me only about making money and being part of a gang. Finally I was getting caught up for
the shit I was doing. When I was thirteen I was doing time in juvenile for breaking into
houses and selling drugs. While I was locked up I realized that none of my true homies
were there for me. Right now I’m in a juvenile corrections facility in a drug program
trying to change my life around from being a criminal to citizen. Now that I’m in here
looking at all the shit I did it wasn’t worth trying to prove myself to a bunch of guys
that ain’t even there for me when I needed them the most. So my word of advice to you is
just be yourself and don’t try to prove yourself to no one. And all the shit you be doing
will catch up to you sonner or later. So think of your family before you do anything.
Later, Richard, 15 C.G., AZ

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Hello to all. I am writing some more of my thoughts.
Well it seems to me to the other writers out there that you are making war stories, they
sound as if it is something to glorify that your family members have been killed by fools.

Many youngsters today think they can read a
story at a web site and still keep doing what they’re doing. How is violence going to
cease unless you stop the foolishness. You youngsters today are exposed to a very strange
way of living, disrespect of all people, filthy language, and bad attitudes. If people
keep having attitudes such as “who gives a damn” then how will any gangs
violence stop?

Most Americans know about such gangs
through Internet, music, movies, and media. Especially after numerous gang movies were
presented across America in the late 80′s early 90′s. As I have told you youngsters that I
have spent 15 years in Prison, on of the worst in America, and it was not pleasant, it was
not cool, it was not something to glorify. How can you want to live a life in pain like I
have lived, I put my self through it. I was growing up in South Los Angeles in the 1970′s
and 80′s as a teenager when I committed acts of crime that made me decay morally. How can
you youngsters take a gun and shoot innocent people like you are trying to prove
something? What? to prove that you are tuff? To prove respect to your peers? To gain a
reputation is by being with good people, making yourself something in life other then a
criminal, I can not stress enough that Being a gang member is a lifetime commitment to
crime. It is dropping out of school, destroying your family, killing, and basically
dropping out of life it self.

Being a gang member is something a lot of
kids today want to be, they may not be in gangs but they believe they are in gangs, it
grows to an obsession to children of crime. Most youngsters drop out of gang lifestyle or
the wanting to be a gang member lifestyle. You may read this and still not listen to me,
listen to a 37 year old man that has suffered, the reputation i have gained to this day is
nothing, the people who respect me are who? Youngsters wanting to be gangsters? Old men
standing on the corner of the Boulevard Drinking Liquor that were once gangsters them
selves?

I do not get respect from good citizens. To
this day I have received great amounts of respect from people in my life who are not
important. From people who will die before they are 30. For the adults who read my begging
and pleas to the youngsters to stop their self destruction, I would hope that you keep
your young one’s away from this violence, to make sure you know what they do and to help
in every way you can.

For the youngsters who read this, Violent
raping, Murder of your family, Midnight Bail calls, A life term for killing a man you
never knew over a color, the depression you will have?

Think about it.

Think about a life that you will build to
make yourself happy, without murder, and violence.

Take a walk, drive, think of your life in a
gang and think of your future, it is for you not for me.

I am here because I have faced death, I
have seen what a life of crime will give you and I know it is something no human would
want to live.

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Well one of the most interesting books of the Bible to believers and non believers alike here Revelation is broken down into a great 2 part sermon from Francis Chan at Cornerstone in Simi Valey CaliforniaRevelation In A Nutshell Part 1.

More message are available from the Cornerstone web site here.

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From a 37 year old
veteran

Hello to all. I
would rather not say my name but i am here to explain the realities of gang life. I have
grown up in south los angeles, in my experiences with gangs i have grown to see that your
life will be in prison. Prison i spent 15 years in.

in 1980 as i was in juvenile hall, seeing
rape, the tall muscular black boy being raped by his own people, urinating on him and
making his reputation to a dust fragment. You see the boy who was raped was a crip. He the
others who raped him where crips. There is not and never will be a unity among different
crips in Los Angeles. Alone in Los Angeles county Crips kill each other more then there
rivals, bloods. The white man is ruining our culture, making the black man, us look like
fools. They Make us out to be Gang “niggers” killing each other in the Ghettos
of america. We are nothing to this white culture. The thing that disgust me greatly is the
fact that i see the white youths trying to be actual gang members, not white but black
gang members. it makes me sick. If you choose to live a life my brothers or you choose to
live a life of crime, how will that make your mark on earth? in your community? These
people you associate with, you may never see them again in your life, they may die, others
will grow out of the wannabe gang life. Prison is not what you think, when you say you
don’t care about going, I can’t imagine you won’t mind being raped by five men in one
cell, tied in bedsheets and screaming as the guards give you no help,and then bash your
brains in with a prison issue bar of soap, which is like a slab of concrete. In all of the
gang members and crips i have grown up with, they regret any of there life involved with a
gang, the originals who started this, they don’t feel proud for you following there steps,
they are disgusted, as the sit in solitary confinement. There is a world out there, forget
trying to think dying is romantic, showing your peers you were a gangster, you won’t show
anything but stupidity. I have been shot 10 times, i have been beaten by police, put down
by society, and i never gave up and that’s why i am here writing to you all. I understand
your pain, your wanting to be something feared, to put fear into others hearts, my
brothers, there is other ways of life, the culture you lead now of gangs, you will pass
one day, you may not think now, i am not telling you not to be in a gang, but i give you
words that i was once told. words that i erased out of my mind. Do you want to spend your
life in prison, crying, and in sadness, being chanced of rape and violence, no family
whatsoever, or do you want to be powerful do you want to have a family, people to care
about you? Remember being a gang member is a commitment to crime, non stop, you are a
career criminal and will stay one for life, take this knowledge from one who knows life,
and gang. Think deeply about the words i have told you and have taken my time to give to
you.

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More from the Real Disciples bringing the Gospel and laying out our responsibilities…

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My most painful and
disturbing memories

my first is
when i was twelve years old growing up in North Birmingham Al. we lived in probably the
most disgusting place you could imagine, i remember all the cockroaches we used to have in
our apartment.

but anyway i remember the night mom and her
boyfriend really got into it bad, my brother Jonus who was almost eighteen at that time
was just coming in when i guess he found my moms boyfriend beating her up (i was asleep).i
remember waking up hearing shots and going into the living room what i saw ill never ever
forget .i saw my brother and my mother’s lifeless bodies on the living room floor just
bleeding to death. thats enuff reminiscing.

my second worst memory was when i was 15
years old and getting jumped into the North Burrow ml section blood gang. i remember i was
beat so bad i was hospitalized (but they did it out of luv) i was living with my grandma
at that time over on MLK ave.

my third worst memory was when i saw my best friend get stabbed to death in school. i was
about 17 years old .we were in the cafeteria when it happened this dude came from the
outside doors and said he wanted to talk to my boy Delron and he did right in front of me
he stabbed Delron as many times as he could before running out of the school.

my fourth worse memory is being pulled over after just doing a driveby shooting. we bent
the corner so quick we didnt see the police coming but they pulled us over for speeding,
checked us and the carn and boom! next thing i know im wearin orange and the county. i did
a bid and came out on house arrest good deal huh?

my fifth worse memory was getting shot 4 times in my leg and hip i was hospitalized for a
while on that one they blasted for no damn reason oh you dont know about strays do ya?

my last worse memory is losing my grandma to a stroke, i feel it was all my fault for
putting so much shit on her, she knew about the shit i did, i have done some bad shit to
her. i feel if i never would have joined tha gang she might be alive still but would i?

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A look at street ministry in Atlanta from Real Disciples. 3 deaths on one block during their visit.

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This from Cornerstone Church in California.

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