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where u come from
For many years of my youth i was stuck in the rut of thinkin that it was cool to be poor and that anyone who lived outside the ghettos of san jaun puerto rico was nothin but tourist or rich buisness men its was this closed view of the world that led me into an 8x10 cell to be for 2 years...... 2 years of my young life gone to a place where the screams of those being raped drowned out any happy memories of my famil my girl or freedom its not pretty when u see a young man in the mees hall who has lost all his dignity eating trying to bury his face between the vile food left in his plate by the servers of the institution and i traded ,y life in for this why so i could wear a bandanna and call myself a gangster to fight wars in the street for land that i was not even old enough to pay taxes on i traded my family for latin kingz and bloodz .... yea they were my brothrs the ones who would be wit me through all.... O except for when the police called then i was the low man on the poll only in for a few months so i took the fall hmmm and yet i was blinded by my own ignorance into thinkin that this was a rite of passage and i earned my way but at the end of the day i went back to that same old hood to that same old crew and was beatin for not swinging on a rival member in court but after all was forgiven tha people i waited 2 years 8 months and 59 days were awaiting my arrival not to welcome back a brother but to punish the lil brother who doesnt follow rules and after the beating the only words i got was at least he didnt snitch but these same brotherz was the ones who looked angered and hurt when i decided to leave event though it cost me another beating that put me in the hospital for a month i had gained back my individuality and my family in many ways i felt i gained my soul again i had a new out look on life so yea i guess its true what they say neva forget where u come from cuz u could always end up back there wahmbulance
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