Chicago Gangs
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wanting Life Back
And then I start to cry.
I ask God to reach out and hold my hand
And help me start a better life.
He tells me not to cry and that all will be fine,
But I still can't stand to be locked up here inside.
All I want is to have my life back
And for things to be like they were in the past.
Jonathan B.
California
http://www.gangsandkids.com/gstory2.html#lifeback
Get Out of My Face
It’s hard to accept it
But it is a way of life.
You tell me you wanna help.
You say that I need to change.
But tell me what you know
About being locked in a cage?
I cannot bear captivity.
My grip on hope is almost lost.
Having to survive through insanity,
I’ll keep my pride at any cost.
This is my environment.
I’ve adapted to it properly.
And now you come and attempt
To help me live life honestly.
Am I supposed to trust you?
Don’t you know that I’ve been beat?
People in the past like you
Said they’d meet me in the middle of the street,
That they would help me,
All I had to do was meet them halfway.
But they never came,
And I was left to get swept by the rain.
Look at me now; I’m doing time.
Just get out of my face with your lies.
I.P.
CALIFORNIA
http://www.gangsandkids.com/gstory2.html#getoutofmyface