Gang Banger

You seek acceptance from a posse of thugs; you have done every- thing with them including sell drugs. You’re fighting for streets that aren’t even yours; many friends are gone from all of the wars. These are wars that can’t be won; can anyone remain standing when all is said and done? The cycle of violence never ends; sooner or later you’ll run out of friends. Do you really believe that they are your friends? You look at me and say: “well that all depends.” Would they visit you if you were incarcerated? Their true allegiance to you would be demonstrated. When you’re incarcerated you will be on your own; they won’t even call you on the telephone! If you were killed they wouldn’t even pay their respects; you can see how much loyalty for you that reflects! They would pour out some liquor for their fallen comrade; you truly have potential so it would really be sad. Listen to these words from an Educated Poet; I’m telling the truth and I am sure that you know it. Yesterday your Posse took out someone’s brother; you said: “well he shouldn’t have wore the wrong color!.” Maybe they took him out for being in your hood; whatever the reason it was definitely not good. It’s so easy for you to take someone out; but you don’t even know what life’s all about. If you want a war you can join the Army; go to Iraq and be all you can be! Get out of the gang before it’s too late; even if you have to move from your state. You say you're hoping to be around for a while; I suggest you give up that “Gang Banger” life style.