Growing up all all my life i could never understand why people wanted to be apart of that gang lifestyle growing up i never seen anything happen but those same people end up on rest in peace shirts and in graveyards. I guess growing they were the cool guys who had all the girls and all the money, but now that i look back at all the cool dudes i knew are either in jail or deceased and that is not the life for me I cant even sit in the room for hours at a time without getting irritated, imagine a judge telling you that you will spend the next ten to twenty years. Maybe one day people will wake up and realize thats not the life to live. I cant imagine my mother or my family coming to my funeral and shedding tears over me. The pain that they would at my hands is enough to keep me on a straight path. I mean but some of us are prisoners of our circumstances i guess if thats wha t you grow up around then thats all you know. Dont let that inprison you and think thats what the world is about i’ve lost friends to that lifestyle and it hurts more everytime. When i get phone calls asking me have you heard about so and so I just respond if its bad news dont even tell me. But life you live you die and your a memory i just hope my life span is a a lot longer than my teen years.
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