Gangster, Gangsta, Gang-Banger Prayer, Jesus, Prison Stories
If you or a loved one is caught up in the gang-banging lifestyle below is a testimony of a former gangster that confessed and repented of his sins and then gave his life to Jesus.
It doesn't matter how much work you may have put in or how much dirt you may have done. It doesn't matter how many years you have been down in the State Penitentiary. You could have been the Shot-Caller that gave the "Green Light" to smash that cat or you could have been the soldier ordered to "Put in Work" and "Wet Your Steel."
All of these evil actions will only lead you to death and hell or doing "All Day" in a State Penitentiary. You need to snap out of it! How can you provide for your family behind those cold prison walls. When it really comes down to it your homies will not be there for you.
How many stories have you heard about a homie being locked-up and somebody from his set got with his old lady? How many stories have you heard about a homie being locked-up and nobody from his set puts any money on his books or sends him any packages?
How many times has a cat not "Held His Mud" and he snitched on his "Crimey" so he could avoid doing prison time? How many times has a cat did his time for his set and his homies didn't take care of his family on the streets like they said they would? These things happen every single day and if you think your homies really have your back you are just fooling yourself!
In prison just because of some "Prison Politics" your own homies could get the "Green Light" to move on you. Your "homies" will be smiling in your face while another "homie" silently comes up behind you and shanks you in your neck!
There you are dying at the hands of your "homies" on that cold prison concrete. That is how ruthless it is in prison and if you disagree with me you are "Fronting Yourself Off" because you have never did any hard time in a State Penitentiary.
Is that how you want your life to end up? There are no other options but death and prison for any real gangster. If you don't end up dead or in prison you are not a real gangster - you are just "Selling Wolf Tickets."
Do you really think that your are tough? There are thousands of stone cold killers in prison 10 times tougher than you who want nothing more than to make you their punk when they see you walking on the yard for the first time.
All the gang life amounts to on the streets and in the State Penitentiary is doing whatever the Shot-Caller tells you to do. Let's say you get a five year bid in prison for manslaughter. You do two years of "day for day" and you have six months "to the house." You can't wait to be with your family again especially your mom because she is very sick.
One night during Dayroom the Shot-Caller "Hits You Up" and says, "We just got confirmation by some paperwork that Rascal is a rata, so you need to Book him." You tell your Shot-Caller, "I'm short to the house, can't Termite or Silent shank him?" Your Shot-Caller looks at you sideways, "Did you bump your head homie? I told you to move on that Rata, and if you don't you better get off of my yard because if you don't you'll be the one getting smashed!"
You know that if you P.C. up like a punk your life and the life of your family will be in danger from your former homies. You will never be able to show your face again in your old neighborhood because if you do your former homies will smoke you "On Sight" because there will be a "Green Light" for your death.
Faced with the choice of "Do or Get Done" you reluctantly grab your shank and look for that rata during your next yard. You see the snitch and you smile in his face and shake his hand. When the rata isn't looking you "Blow Holes in Him" with your prison steel and he dies in a pool of blood at your feet. You get an "All Day" sentence and now you will never see your family again.
Your mom and dad die and your woman leaves you within the next five years. Many years pass and you are an old man rotting in your cell silently crying at night about your wasted life (You don't want your cellie to hear you cry). Your children are calling someone else "dad" and your ex-wife is calling somebody else papi. Is that how you want your life to end up? Wake up!
Let me explain how lame the gangster lifestyle is; there is a Crip Gangster nicknamed T-Dogg in Compton and his set is at war with a Blood clique. One moonless night T-Dogg is in his whip with his homies and he spots a Blood named Bolo slippin. T-Dogg grabs his Chopper and dumps on Bolo leaving him dead on the cold street.
One of T-Dogg's homies rats on him when he is arrested to save his own skin. T-Dogg goes on trial for the 187 of Bolo and he is convicted and given a life sentence. In the State Penitentiary Crips and Bloods don't fight because it is all about one's race in prison. T-Dogg is doing "All Day" for killing a Blood yet in prison he has to get along with them because those are the "Prison Politics."
T-Dogg was at war on the streets with the Bloods and now he is forced to live with them in peace while in prison. Isn't that the wackest thing you have ever heard? T-Dogg will die in prison for killing a Blood but he will have to live in the same house with numerous Blood Gangsters for the rest of his miserable life. Is that how you want your life to end up?
Below are some true stories about the gangster lifestyle from real gangsters doing real time in a state penitentiary. The first story describes a wasted life in prison and the regret that goes along with it. If you continue on his path you are going to end up doing hard time and then going to hell after you die at a very young age (probably before the age of 30).
The last story is a testimony about a real gangster who confessed his sins and turned his life over to Jesus. When he dies he is going to spend an eternity in heaven because he repented of his sins and the gangster lifestyle and trusted in Jesus for the forgiveness of his sins. Which one do you want to end up like?
There Ain't no Future in it!
"I went to the Los Angeles Condado for the first time in 1979, and before that I spent a lot of tiempo in Los Angeles's Juvenile Hall system. Back in the day most of the Raza that was locked up were Chicanos (pochos) a lot of homies from LA Counties original Barrios, and not all these tagging crews, paisas, and other "riff-raff".
Their wasn't all this politics with the Raza, us youngsters had respeto para los veteranos. We still got off with and handled our business, a lot of the "Big Homies" were able to still be on the main line. There was no gang module, the camaradas from all the Maravilla barrios were all Sureños, thats why a lot of the older vatos from Maravilla will have Sureño, or Sur 13 tatooed on them.
If you were just doing "county time" you might be sent to do it at "The old county jail" downtown or Biscaluiz center in City Terrace, but if you were lucky you would be sent to do your soleta at the "rancho" Wayside Honor Ranch.
Back then you did about 22 days out of each month, so if you got a "county lid" 1 year, you did like 8 months 20 days, which was ample time for you to get healthy, get your weight back and be out there again, ready for your next "run".
Like I mentioned earlier there wasn't too much politics happening any PC's or any other kind of basura on the mainline got dealt with swiftly and efficiently by us youngsters trying to make a reputation. There was gangbanging going on between a lot of the neighborhoods that had beefs on the streets, at the Rancho some of the not so serious beefs got settled on the baseball diamond.
One thing about that system was that it felt like you were going through a revolving door, once you went through it was never ending, and you see the faces that you been doing time with since you were in the Juvenile system, except for the ones who died from gunshots, stabbings, or drug overdoses.
Back then we used this phrase a lot, "there aint no future in that." I sure wish I would of took that phrase literally because of the things I did in the 37 years before I became "clean & sober." I sure did waste a lot of time, in jail and on the streets doing the things that I did to put me back in that revolving door. So if you are young or if you are old, when it comes to jail and doing time, beleive me "there aint no future in it.”
Where are Your Homeboys Now?
As you can imagine prison is a very negative and lonely place, therefore, receiving mail from a friend or family member is a precious commodity. However, with a "life" sentence I'm slowly becoming a faded memory to my former associates, and most relatives. It's unfortunate that it took for me to get a "life" sentence to discover who really cares for me.
There Ain't no Shame in Jesus Name!
Soy Silencio De (Gang information deleted) was a cyco in my hood completely out of my mind. But one day Jesus Christ took care of that. He came into my heart, took away my old mentality and changed me inside and out into a different person! I'm not who I used to be, I've been Born Again by the Spirit of God.
You trippin out? Well, don't! if you knew me you'll know that I've never been the type to story tell. I'm straight out, "Te Digo La Neta." Jesus is real! He can give you a better life! There ain't no shame in Jesus name!
I don't think the same or feel the same. He took away all the hate in my life. Jesus made me care when I couldn't care less in the past. After almost 10 years of gang banging all over Los Angeles I finally snapped out of it and realized it was a miracle I was still alive when so many others weren't.
I admitted I had to let go of all that pride and needed to change before it was too late. Someone told me, "Jesus could change my life." I thought, "Yeah, right" at first. It took a couple more years for me to believe but when I did I called out, "God help me! I want to change, forgive me for all of my sins and come into my heart and save me!"
Those words alone and believing with all I had changed my life forever. Try it yourself, let go of that pride! God bless.