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Trinity Garden Bloods 4ever

Trinity Garden Bloods 4ever
Poem by Cmack Estevez 
I grew with friends from Elementary
I grew with bloods in Middle School that I knew in 2nd grade.
But I never screw up in the poverty North Eastside streets  of Screwtown.
Jasper Aaron Banks was my homeboy   for life from sixth to eight grade he kept me away from the gang stuff.
He knew I had potential in something unique and special  so he wanted me to focus on my writing while he gang bangs.
He told me there’s more in life than being all hard and banging.
He was my nigga till the end
We share 
We care
We ride 
We didn’t hide
We had everything in common when it came to rap and    movies.
Jasper was like a friendly Casper that influence me to the positivity road.
But what struck me was that he ended up being   paralyzed    by  a group of  disgraceful wannabe  Crabs  that dress like crap  with bullets bleeding out on his lower back Lord  it should’ve been me not him.
His life   was ruined when he ended up in a wheelchair.
He was only 13 like my   age  .
He was so young and so was I
A victim by the   hands of a wannabe
They might’ve wet my homeboy up but  they  couldn’t  shut him up forever with them bullets
My homeboy still lives.
I love this guy like a brother and always eternally.
He’s wasn’t no water to me he was thicken   blood to me in my sickening system.
He was my family.
But all I know is that I made it as a poet and this is dedicated to all the bloods that I respect growing up with in Houston for 12 years and to  the other bloods stay up and keep your head up.
Jasper is my ride and die till the end
Titus Devante Scott is my side nigga
Jamarkus Dwayne Henry my ride and die till the end
And everybody that I grew with in Trinity Gardens in Houston down to that 77016 I’m still loyal and bout it. 
Trinity Garden Bloods 4ever till the casket drops.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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