A gang beating: gang poetry | Gangs & Street Gangs

Nov

Beaten till it didn’t hurt

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From our message boards byDollfac3

Goose bumps ain’t shit when there’s a gun in your face point blank.
You front like your shit hot,
pshh all the cholas used to tell me that I walk like my shit don’t stink?.
Haha I still don’t understand that lame sane.
Yeah I got that something that drives people wild.
ALah is God and all hail..but how does all this bad stuff happen if he is “so strong.”
I fought for a belonging,
a certain place, people to rely on, and to find those who would have my back.
It all starts with a family basis, calling the older G’s uncle and me, i was mijita or “hynita.”
Life was hard.. Oh yeah.. Yeah he was a real man.
A Real OG.
The kind that didn’t care,
slap me in broad daylight if i didn’t have my shit straight.
aha but when the same happened to him like blu3 down the street he cried like a little B!
ahh… all of a sudden life isn’t fair?
Stupid man.. He was no real man.
Just as strong as me just had a better front.
I’d love to see the men that hurt me have it done to them.
They beat me till it didn’t hurt,
It was at the point where i couldn’t lift my head to see if i was gonna die.
Where i’d shut my eyes so tight my brain would give out.
All i could do was suffer and prey that they would have mercy on me.
I could never wish something so horrible on anyone, but can i just say wny me?.
The pain is truly indescribable.
I’d been beaten for so long.
They say they beat you so you don’t break. But Damn it I Broke!
How could someone live with all this poison.
A black heart is something I lack.
I’m 16! and i’ve been hiding these secrets for so long.
Because who wants to share such a story with those who care for you.
So It’s been burried deep and It’s forcing itself it up,like when I drink to much.
But heyy. It’s life right?. pshh