See, Im a crip, but i carry a red rag and B-Walk, dont meant nothing, my lil brother a piru and I useded to beat his ass erryday after school, we'd walk home together and Id just randomly sock the shit out of him and stomp him and scream FUCK YOU NIGGA ON CRIP.
My mama was a Grape Street Crip, but she was color blind, so she always got caught slippin wit the wrong rag on...i had to put the smack down on my own mama a few times for flyin flue in my house cause my lil brother be switching her rags and shit.
My pops a OG PIRU from Michigan, been banging since 1998 when he got outta Folsom and quit riding for the Aryan Brotherhood cause the woods stole his last smokes....now he a sureno from Tortilla Flats, I dont get it.
My home is like an 4 episodes of Gangland all mixed into one, its fucked up, I gotta sleep wit a strap in case pops comes home set trippin or moms dont like the shirt I got on.
plus we live on 24th St and my girl is from LNS, her and my pops dont like each other and be squaring up in the livin room like every other day...
i dont keep a strap for the streets, i hit the streets to get away from the gang shit....all the funk is on my own porch.
im thinkin bout movin to HP to get away from all the gangs....