The life behind a gangster

by maria   Jul 9, 2006


The life behind a gangster is filled with hardship pain and stuff they just don't understand but they put on a front in front of people acting big and bad thats the life behind a gangster all the stories they tell all the feelings they feel they hide the truth thats the gangster rule don't let anyone know what your all bout people try to figure out gangsters but u cant figure them out untill u live their life some never had a daddy or a mom to come hom too seems like no one cares for them but people do but once u live the gangster life that i lived u will know what i mean people talking to you bout stuff u don't even understand people telling u they love u but the o nly thing that loves u is the gun u holding in ur hand u think that is the promblem solver but it is\'nt c u been through all the things that u didn't think u'd make it guns don't kill people people do once u pull the trigger u r in a different world till u run away then u start looking back on ur life if only u had a mom or dad to tell u they love ya and mean it all the stuff in ur life that u never understood u scream why me why did i have to live this life if only u could go back in time choose the right things never picking up the gun and stuff like dat finally u hear the sirans but u know it's too late u shoot him he's dead u can't do anything bout it after hours the police find you off luckly thats a cop u know they say ur a good kid just needs attetion love and some one to talk too so they take u to jail but only for a while they were able to revive him and he didn't press charges 3 years later ur still gangster just not that gangster you use to be u making someone of yourself got a family nice paying job it's better then being on the corner selling drugs you may make more money there but this job is alot safer that is the life behind a gangster...

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  • 17 years ago

    by maria

    Thank u my dad wasn't around n my mom is barley

  • 17 years ago

    by Eddie

    You don't write nothing but the truth, I have both of my parents but for what? they were never home so I had to grow up on my own.