Gangs & Street Gangs

Gang poetry: Another Lost Cause

Street Gang Articles — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 13:00:44 +0000

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.

Dana

Gangs: This is not a way of life

Street Gang Articles — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 13:00:47 +0000

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 white.

In school I gained a lot of popularity because I had blond hair and blue eyes,but I’m Latin and speak spanish.I started “just hanging” around gang members when I was 8 years old.I quickly started feeling like a little family,which I was not feeling at home,so that felt real good.By the age of 10 I went to my first party with gang members.I liked how much fun I was having hanging out with my new “family” and in the mean while telling my parents I was with friends from school.

At the age of 11 I got jumped into the gang.I was jumped for 2 minutes by four 16 year old guys from my gang.At the age of 11,I took one hell of a beating.I told my mom that I got in a fight at school.So now I was in the gang.”What does that really mean?” I thought that night.All fun and parties all the time?Feeling accepted and wanted all the time?People not hurting me anymore because I now have new respect?

Boy was I WRONG!At the age of 12 I did my first drive by.Here I am as scared as can be in a car full of gang members (like me)going to do a drive by.That same year I had 5 homeboys die.Thats when my grades in school started going down.My mom would ask what was going on with me.I kept explaining nothing.I was an undercover gang member to my parents.I blinded them with this good girlie act.My mom would say that I was dressing and looking like a “chola.”I kept reassuring her that I was just dressing like one,cause I like the style.My parents didn’t want to admit that there little girl could be in a gang.

When I was 14 years old I was stabbed in the leg by a rival gang.So I thought thats all right because I “took one” for my neighborhood…(yeah right!)I used to kick back in my neighborhood drinking 40’s of beer and smoking weed.Thought that was the life.All my friends were getting pregnant and having kids at 11,12,13 etc…By the time I was 18 years old I had 7 miscarriages.I can’t tell you how many time I heard the words “Oh baby I love you,Its me and you forever.” I swear I thought every guy I was with was the one and it was going to last forever.I learned real quick Guys will tell you ANYTHING to get what they want.I had my closest homegirls sleep with my man behind my back.(Good friends huh?)

By the time I was 18 I had lost 46 friends to gang violence.Thats one hell of alot of funerals to go to and alot of innocent families to look into there eyes and say sorry,when down deep inside they are cussing you out because they feel that you are just some gang member that helped him get in that casket.As the the casket is lowered in the ground all your homies are talking about revenge.When I was 19 I was cruising with my homies.There was six of us in the car.Four guys and two girls.I was sitting in the front in between two guys.We were at a stop light.A rival gang drove up on us and shot at us.The guy that was driving was hit in the head and the bullet came out the other side of his head and ricocheted of my head.His brains were splattered all over me.Knowing that one of my closest friends had just died and I had his brains on me I was rushed to the hospital.Thank GOD I was alright.That was another funeral and another loss.

After that I was shot at about a dozen times more.Then when I was 20 I was arrested for homicide.I had no idea what the police were talking about.I sat in a cell thinking after all these years of doing bad that I was getting busted for something I really had no idea about.By the Grace of God,they found out that they had the wrong person.I was never so scared in my life.I thought being stabbed and shot that was bad.I even thought having all these tatoo’s all over my body was bad or the fact that I could have died,but going to jail for something I didn’t do for the rest of my life.So I prayed and prayed.The Lord heard my prayers.After that I thought I owe this to God that I am alive.I owe it to myself and my loved ones to stay alive.

At 21 I decided that I had enough.So one night I was kicking back in my neighborhood.There was about 50 of us that night.I told them I wanted out.I said if you want to jump me out then thats fine,but I want out.I went and talk to one of the Veteranos (older homeboys).They said “You did yours for the neighborhood and you can just walk out with respect because we have repsect for you.”As I was getting ready to leave and saying bye to everyone,knowing that I was still going to see everyone here and there just not kick it anymore.The police rolled up and I thought “I guess one last time.”So there I was on the floor, on my knees, hands behind my head and an officer behind me with a 12 gauge shot gun to the back of my head.After checking everything out they were letting us all go.

These cops who ran the gang unit knew be by name.That night I told them that I was out of the scene.They congratulated and even gave me hugs.Then asked if I needed a ride home.That was the first time I was in a police car without hand cuffs on.My father died that year.I have since became close with my mother and told her all about my undercover life that her and my father only feared but didn’t know about.I think of all the sleepless nights I kept my mother awake wondering if I was dead or alive.I think of all the years I probably took off my mothers life stressing over me.I think HOW could I have done this to her.My mother,my real family.

I saw alot of friends die for my neighborhood,but what does a neighborhood do for you?

You claim a street or hood that you will NEVER own.You pay rent for a neighborhood that will NEVER be yours.I think now about all the funerals where everyone said they would die for there homie,but you know I never seen anyone jump on the casket and go in the ditch with them.When you take a life or have one taken from you,it affects more then just you.There are people that love and will miss and grieve too.Its affects EVERYONE around you.What people don’t understand is that once a life is gone…thats it!NO second chance!Life is only one time.

If you are a gang member PLEASE take it from me there is a REAL life out there.You just have to be strong enough to take a chance and walk away before it is too late.Life is too short anyways…then to let be even shortened by doing time in prison or being dead.If you live a real Gangsters life that is the only two ways out, prison or death.There are so many other things out there in life for you.

If you don’t care enough about yourselves to get out STOP being SELFISH and think about all the loved ones you will leave behind.How will they handle life without a husband,wife,brother,sister,daughter,son,mother, father.Pictures,memories and a cemetary is all they will have left.PLEASE think about it!!!

They Ask Why We Cry

Street Gang Articles — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 13:00:30 +0000

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, with perminant tears. Jaded with no will to go on. Listen to my story. I was born into a family with a mom addicted to heroine, no dad. 3 brothers, all at least 8 years older, and in sets. When I was five, my oldest brother died from Ecstacy. Mama went crazy around that time. She left us, so my brothers took care of me. We had to move out of the house. We started to live in my brother Dre’s car.

I was almost always alone, and I was always scared. Sometimes my youngest brother DD would sing to me, and tell me it would get better. I never believed him, By the age of 9 I knew what was up. I started to run dope for my brothers around town. One night after curfiew a cop pulled me over because I was so young. He searched me and found a fourth of weed and a key load of coke. I was sentenced to 13 months in juvi when I was eleven. I got out after 9 months and turned bad ass.

I walked the line into being a GD. I started to hang wit boyz that were 17 and 18, they would fuck wit me, slap me around. By the time i was 13 I walked the streets a little and hussled everyday. I was slangin so serious dough, snortin some bad shit. I was moved in wit my bro DD, an it was all gon turn out i felt great all numb, I had been stabbed two times and shot once, but i was still cool.

One night on one of the pointless fights, I got too into it to notice that Everyone else was running. They had pulled their guns and i was retaliating. Dre came back for me, and was shot. Dre died that night to save me. After this, I got more into the gang life. I got shot two more times and raped more then i want to talk about. Thats what it took for me to stop.

Now all I am is a young teenager with multiple scars, inside and out. Wearing my black rag in mourning, I think how long can this go on. So young and seen things I hope no one else ever has to. So all those politicians ask, why do we do what we do? why do we cry? Thats why, thats me. I ask, Why do i have to walk around strapped, why do I have to see the things I do? I think you would cry too.

SoMuchPain

True Teachers: should we trust The Bible

Street Gang Articles — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 13:00:50 +0000

There are many cleverly devised myths about who Jesus is and what he did. Jesus is the good teacher, and the Bible tells us all about him. We should trust the Bible, its eyewitness authors, and its divine inspiration.

New Christian Rap

Street Gang Articles — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 13:00:12 +0000

Happened across this and was really feeling this tune:

How To Write A Good Cover Letter When Applying A Job

Street Gang Articles — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 13:00:56 +0000

Lil Miss P Continues here job finding series with tips on how to write a good cover letter when applying for a job:

They say it’s not what you say but how you say it, but when it comes to job hunting and potentially nailing an interview, it’s a little bit of both. I’ve talked about the importance of marketing yourself and your skills in the past while in an interview. Today is all about writing cover letters and emails when applying for jobs. Whether you’ve been blessed with great writing skills or the ability to communicate and articulate things well or not, you can craft a useful, effective and professional cover letter or email by following just a few important steps.

1. Speak Their Language.

Whether its human resources or the head of a department looking to fill a position at a company, everyone is looking for the same thing: To find the best person who fits the job to help the company operate. A lot of job seekers make the mistake of telling employers what they’re looking for but the smartest thing to do is think about it from the employer’s position and talk about what might be important to them. For example, instead of saying that you’re looking for a position that can help you advance, be sure to include plenty about why your skills, talent, experience and personality fit the work. If it’s a position at a manufacturing plant or factory, talk about your keen attention to detail and punctuality. If it’s a secretary or management role in an office, share you’re great talent for keeping track of things, multi-tasking and enjoying interesting daily challenges. By talking about what you bring to the table versus the other way around, you will set yourself apart from other candidates — and potentially nail an interview as a result.

2. Aim To Create Three Paragraphs.

Cover emails can be slightly shorter than traditional printed cover letters, which look odd if there isn’t enough to fill out the sheet of paper. A good rule of thumb in general is to divide the letter into three short paragraphs, each with three to five sentences. The first is your intro — who you are and why you are contacting them. Reference specifically the job that you are going to be applying for and where you found it. Companies can be hiring for upwards of a hundred positions depending on their size so you will want to reference it in the first paragraph. In the second paragraph, share why you fit the job and what you bring to the company. Talk about your specific skills that match the job as referenced above, always trying to relate it back to the position. And third, wrapping things up with how you’d love to be considered for the job, are available to interview or have a phone call and can provide references if needed, etc. Always let them know that your resume follows. If you are applying via email, it’s a good idea to copy and paste your resume in the email as well as attaching it just in case someone has trouble opening it.

3. Be Sure To Be Polite, Professional And To The Point

Since your cover letter/email is a reflection of you and your ability to do great work, it is very important that you say what you say carefully and most of all, watch punctuation, spelling, language, etc. Always be sure to spell and grammar check before you send anything out. You might also want to have someone else take a look at it, either a friend, family member or career counselor, pastor, etc. It never hurts to have second eyes take a look at what you’re writing — lots of major writers do this even if they’re ultra experienced and accomplished. Take your time and really work at saying what you’d like to say with your best foot forward. The good news is, generally once you’ve written a good cover letter or email once, it can be tweaked and repurposed for pretty much every job you apply for thereafter. Just make a few changes to fit the various positions you’re applying for and you’ll be good to go.

While the job effort can be a little tedious, there are a lot of things you can get out of the way early on that you can use repeatedly — like a great resume and cover letter or email, references list, etc. After you’ve sent your resume and cover letter or email, it’s okay to follow up a short two weeks or so later to check on status. This can show your professionalism and attention to detail, as well as that you give an effort. This can help you stand out among other people applying for the job and potentially land an interview.

Dedication

Street Gang Articles — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 13:00:07 +0000

In a couple of weeks on the calender it would mark the deaths of some close friends and I want to dedicate this song on this you tube link to them. I want to dedicate this to all of you on the gangstyle forums, whoever you are, where ever you are. Most of all to all the people I had to leave behind. I love and miss all of you. It might sound cheesy but my homie said it best ” I say one love, I’ll remember the laughs until we cross paths”

Abba Father, I did my best

Street Gang Articles — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 13:00:30 +0000

Abba Father, I did my best by Anghellic

If I could, I’d ask for bigger and better thangs for my hood.

I’d ask God to take away

The many coffins filled

By night and by day.

I’d ask God for wisdom,

Love and a softened heart.

I thank Him before my day

Even began to start .

I’d ask for bigger and better thangs Then walkin alone in the dark.

My path, I cant always see,

Whats lies before me.

God, please come down and wipe my smudgy glasses clean.

I wanna be a mean warrior for Christ,

Fightin the battle along side my Father

Who hears me when my silent

Tears cry outloud.

I wanna stand high on the Platform of

Success. Cryin out” Abba Father,

I did my best.”

West 9th Street

Street Gang Articles — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 13:00:25 +0000

West 9th St by Sad Girl

last night rolled up tha block

to a lil spot called west 9th st.

all tha homies were there..

kickin it outside.

music bumps, and cop cars scream

sumwhere off in tha distance….

tare open tha 24 packs…

out comes tha smirnoff vodka

Sour Apple wrapped up in a brown paper bag….

people starten to get loud now..

time to move it inside…

kic back on tha bed…

talk shit to one another…

bring up old times…

when Regi thought he was El Chingon..lil vato cruzzin on his bike..

feelin kinda perked now…

Tykey strolls in with his peach wrapped blunt..tha only black fool thats kicks
it with us….grew up in tha same hood…he might as well be mixican….

we tell him not to forget us when he gets on MTV…..

laughter takes over all our conversations….

tha house smells like booze and vomit..

feelin kinda dizzy now…

yup..these are tha moments that make up our memories…..

in 10 years….these will be tha

“old times” that we talk about…

…as we kick it on west 9th…

Have you ever seen an angel cry?

Street Gang Articles — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 13:00:33 +0000

Have You ever seen a angel cry? by Smokey 062

Have You ever seen a angel cry? Deep in the night, you hear a solemn sigh..because her daddy lied. Lied to her mother, and lied to her, lied about how he was gonna change..it kills me to hear my angel cry, all because her daddy lied. You see she doesnt understand why you keep gettin locked up, all she knows is your not there to tuck her in at night. She cries for you, because she knows, soon, you wont be coming home. Maybe you should listen to what happens when a angel cries..i promise you, you’ll want to run and hide. Too many times, Ive sit and soothed, my precious baby, so young and yet so abused. not by me, or even by you, physically, but your abusing her mentally, because she knows that one of these nights you leave, you’ll never be coming home.Next time, listen to an angel cry..