I grew up listening to the g's in my hood talk about the gang life. Now all my life, on tv, in school, etc. i always heard the same thing, the thing u hear all throughout this school "the gang life leads nowhere, ull regret it, dont start, and etc." but to hear a lot of the people in my neighborhood talk about the shit theyd done, and to see their tattoos, i always thought it was like the greatest thing.
I come from a broken home, i dont know my dad, and my mom is never around, i was basically raised by my brother Giseppi, anyway, i am 19 now, and i joined a gang when i was about 13, it started off great, i mean i finally had a real family unit, some people that looked out for me, and i wanted to gain their respect and "make them proud" so i would do just about anything in the name of the 12 st. boys, hence i received the name "Crazy T". anyway, i started getting high, drinking, smoking, doing graffiti, and u know the general shit. i thought it would still be all the same, i mean i still showed up to school sometimes and hung out with friends, then everything started to change so fast, i felt like i was falling and couldnt grab hold of anything to pull myself back up, i was expelled for gang style clothing and writing and i stopped hanging around with people not in my clique.
and the night before we were gonna pull a drive-by, i had a dream, i saw my brother's face in my dream, the person who meant the most to me in this human world, and one thing i should probably mention is that my brother was a tough person, i had never seen him cry before, but in my dream there were tears coming down his face, then i woke up. the next night was an event that changed my life forever. We had been doing drugs and drinking before we pulled the driveby, and the truth is that i dont remember a whole lot about that night, just that we had killed a rival, and i was one of the three gunmen, but also that we got caught.
skipping ahead...i was in court when i got the good news bad news report, the good news, i had not killed a man, i was firing a 9 mm. handgun out the window, and no bullets from my weapon ever came into contact with him, the bad news, i was an...