Man, when I was growing up, I felt like Ray Liotta in Goodfellas. All I ever wanted was to be a gangster. I looked up to Norteno's so much, because my whole hood in Watsonville was a norteno, all the older homies i looked up to were norteno. But man, I've grown up. I was lucky to move out of Watson when I did. I thank God all the time that he moved me where he has, and it hasn't all been easy but the homies I ran with are long gone in Watson. i can't find em. I haven't bothered to look to see if they're locked up, cause I'm afraid they're dead.
What's the point of this all? Really? So homies can spill some liquor out when they get faded? You could never show me a dude in a gang that is completely happy, living a fulfilled life. It doesn't exist. As long as you're in the fish bowl, you'll never see the outside without a warped perception of it, but everyone on the outside sees that it's just a trap, and you'll be there forever in a confined area of suffocation either locked up or worse on the streets.
There's no sense of community anymore. We've messed it all up and have nothing to show for it, and nothing to be proud of. And if you try and leave it, they'll kill you... It's a damn shame man, it really is