My Gangsta, chp. 1 intro.

Fight Game

From a distance Brother Justice observed not saying much each time a fight would kick off. He would sit there taking in the spectacle of misguided youth attempting to best the other with those hands. Bother Justice knew understood disagreements were more than likely petty.

Today’s battle was interesting because one of the challenger’s friends realized his homie was getting bested and jumped in to support him. What the two didn’t understand this yet to be graduated warrior grew up fighting a neighboring family of 14 siblings. So being outnumber was nothing new, standard par for the course, a welcomed challenge. Young brother warrior battled hard knocking one out then knocking number two out. Once both hit the ground he didn’t celebrate, he just grabbed his stuff threw on his jacket and went about his routine for the day. Little did Young brother warrior know this was his testing grounds preparing and grooming him for an unfortunately life as a so-called street gangsta. Young brother warrior never thought of himself as such, nor did he care for that life.

Justice rolled up beside the temporary champion in the moment. Walking behind him in silence for a few paces. Then Justice offered, you know you can really fight. Young brother warrior cut his eyes and said, “Not really, they were just sorry asses”. Justice laughed at Young brother warrior’s modesty. But Justice pressed forward because he had an important thought if not message to share. Brother Justice said, “What are you going to do when they come mob deep like a goon squad? With shields, batons, pepper spray, tasers and guns?” Young brother warrior paused in his stride, never really contemplating such odds. Young brother warrior turned with a blazing fire in his eyes that has been his tell sign even with a straight face, stating in fierce defiance, “I’ll fight harder”. Brother Justice, flipped back… I am sure you will, I am sure you will. What if I told you there was a way for you to beat them all?

Young brother warrior glanced and yeah…what type of crap you trying to get me tangled in man? Since Young brother warrior ?knew different crews around the hood have been trying to find an angle to recruit him to do their bidding. But Young brother warrior didn’t get down like that. Brother Justice replied back, “Never that young blood”. But I will say you aren’t developing your best weapon. Young brother warrior shot back “What’s that?”

Justice quickly replied. “Your Mind. Develop your mind and you can beat them All”. Just then Brother Justice abruptly stepped off. Leaving Young brother warrior with that thought. Little did Young Brother warrior understand the wisdom in that statement hadn’t come full circle. Brother Justice could see the path of Young brother Warrior, Justice had seen it time and time again. Young Brother Warrior was striding quickly towards a much much darker place within his Life. Yet, he could see the storm brewing before him…and even if he could his frame of mind pushed him to plow even harder towards destruction…to dampen the pain of not belonging or fitting in anywhere.

Tales, A forced Gangsta Life. Ramblings of mental freedom, redemption, hardship, and liberty.

Take care, my friend as you walk through valleys facing shadows of death. You shall find a mirror at thy ends path…staring back into your heart and soul through the shell of a Monster you have become.