Description: Everyone has a past. I just got a letter in the mail two days ago about someone that was once very close to me. It made alot of memories rush me all at once. I wrote this late last night. I could give a shit. But it's all true and real.
Lil Afrika Piru (Blood's thicker) -------------------------------------------
Be it in the back of the bus
or the back of the class
I thought that being a G meant acting an ass
Young and dumb with nothing to do
I hooked up with my cousin
and got down with PIRU
They used to call me Lil Raskel
when the saw me
Red flaged up
Home made tat's on me
Why be in school when the dank is at my G's house
Thirteen years old pickin' the stems and the seeds out
BLOOD introduced me to the streets
gave me my first piece
They pointed out some stupid chink
told me to spook chief
I remember how he looked
how his voice shook
Don't remember what I did
with the money I took
BLOOD hooked me up with the bitch that first gave me head
BLOOD made me proud to be that scrappy young nigga in red
Ten years later I get word
my nigga is dead
I"m in the A-T-L shook
I've spent the last year stressing
trying to write a book
Meanwhile back in the City
Erickets took over
PIRU reign is over
My homie 8'ball got shot twice
He'll be alright
G up again if he can make it through the night
I call myself a poet
Back then they called me a young G
How many of ya'll thought you knew me
I'm glad I moved outta Cali when I did
Those cold hearted streets probably wouldn't let me live
Sometime I wonder if I would have stayed
Would I be like these ashes in this tray
Thank God for my mind
But will I ever find piece in the GA
This wuz so great. It seems like each poem you write is totally different. But this one lets everyone see a side of you that doesn't show up in your other work. I had no idea! I'm glad you got away from all that. Sorry about your friend. There wuz a few things that I didn't understand... probly cuz I'm a Southern protected, innocent girl from a small town and I really don't know the first things about gangs and all that. So I'll ask you in a PM sometime, since I haven't caught up with you in a while... busy busy busy, you know the drill. But yeah, you really did a great job this time. Kinda like Fitty Cent's Mini-Me. Is that a compliment? I hope so
I grew up in a city full of gangs. You heard about it on the news and from friends but it was only one-sided. To hear about it from the other side, it saddens me to think, what one has to do to fit in. What one has to do to feel accepted. It's scary, because kids out there are living the violence and the horror that we only read about. It makes me glad that I decided to raise my boys in a small town, and educate them on the things that happen to kids that really have nowhere else to turn. I want to thank you for the education you gave me on the subject. More kids need to know that there are other places to go, that a gang isn't a real family. Please, give us some more, and continue to educate. Poetry is the song on the tongues of all children. Crystal
Very powerful piece here. Rarely have I seen what gang life is like from the gangsters perspective...in such an honest, heartfelt way. I think if this was edited a tad, it could be submited to a site for young gang members. Show them that things can be different, better, if they want it. Great piece. Be well ~Rachel~
HOLY SHIT I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is so great it made me feel so many undescribably emotions at once! definetly a new fave. ditto to whats written above, kind of sad, but its a poem, right? wowowowowow reallllllly good keep it up i want to read more of your work!
wow... i'd call this poem powerful, moving, inspirational, heartfelt and masterly done... but you already know all this... so i'll simply say good job, add it to my favorites list, and leave it at that... very well done... i'm glad you shared yer story with us, thanx... Take my friend and adios...
Submission Name: Lil Afrika Piru (Blood's thicker)
