Just An Average Guy..

Yummy poems from bryan

Noone ever cared about me as a kid. Abusive father , drunken mother, I was just a bother. Tried to make friends but you know if you didn't poison your mind with things that compare to cyanide you were just a punk who needs to die. Born in the most dangerous city in California. Join a gang or they'd floor ya. Eventually the time came. Too young the only sense I had was to pick a gang with my favorite color. Left or right, east or west, whatever I chose I was brainwashed into thinking it was the best. Even if you were 7 the adults would kill you for wearing the wrong colors, whats with this place. Seeing children and grown men killing eachother over clothes and writings on the walls. Only the people who make it through have balls. People outside think it's cool to thrive in insanity, blasphemy, now I hope you see if you choose that way you will be at dismay, it's not like you think. Soon you will be in prison, hoping you will get forgiven. You aren't the toughest so you need to watch your back. You might get hooked on crack passed out on the streets homeless and dying. Noone is ever gonna help but yourself. It's not a story it's real life you go through enough strife you will need to cry, but if it's too late you're gonna die.