Weird.
Growin up around these parts...I've learned where to go...and where not to go. Where to eat, where to walk, and how to go home without meeting up with the pointy end of a gun.
Name's Jason...Wood. I grew up in L.A. This is my home. I'm not gonna tell you some bullshit lie sayin I was a priviliged kid, and that I never got into any trouble. Nope. I grew up in a foster home. My mom died when I was young, and my father left me. Yea. Some life. But I learned to live with it. I have my boys, my foster mom, and my gang behind me. I learned not to show any emotion...emotion makes you weak. Especially around here. You show and signs of weakness and you're dead.
I grew up in my foster home...I know of no other home. Every night me and my boys go out and wreak some havoc in the golden city, doing this...doin that...gettin together and drinking...clubbing...just shit. And I enjoy doin it. No remorse...no regret...none. Remember: Emotion = weak. I am a born leader and I lead my gang. They follow me. Whenever we have some business to do...we take care of it. When people come up agaisnt my boys, I handle it. I am tough and I won't have it any other way. Sure I've come up against death before...but really...if I died...no one would miss me that much...I mean hell...even my own parents up and left me. Not that I'm scared of death or anything. I have to be strong.
Always strong. I'm walkin around with my crew one crip evening in the heart of L.A. We just got out form hittin a tight club, and I got a girl waitin for me back at her apartment...I don't know her name...but it really dosnt matter. But first I gotta stop and pick up a couple of things. I tell my crew I'll hit them up later. I round the corner and head twoards the liquor store when all of a sudden this feeling hit me...
I couldnt put my finger on it....it wasnt painful feeling...it felt more like...
Power.
I felt strong...stronger than strong...what in the hell was happening to me? "Hey...J...you aight man?" I heard one of my boys ask me. I got up slowly dazed and consused."I'm aight....I'm aight." I say as I stand up from hunching over...I wasn't in pain, but something still was happening to me. "J...Man you aight?" One of my boys came up to me and asked. I stood up and brushed this feeling off."I told you I'm straight man." Trying to breathe again....somethin was happening to me.
"Aight dawg, Just trin to mmake sure you...oh shit, heads up yall. Stiffs commin twoards us..." another one of my boys yelled from the back. The stiffs were the other local gang around these parts...well besides us. If you were to guess that we didn't like each other to much, well then you would be dead on. The leader of the pack, D-Money, is a crack-ass little shit who think he can take me. Oh how wrong he's always been.
I walk up to him and stare him in the face intimdatingly. "What you want kid?" I said almost in his face. "What i want , is for you and your little Care Bear group to get the hell outta our part of town playa." This kid really irks me. He talks tough, or at least tries to, but whenever its time to step up to the gang, he punks out, snaps his fingers and walks away with crew. Straight outta a West Side Story scene....really sad. I wanna see how far he goes with this. This time I'm goin all the way and kicking his punk-ass back to whatever lilttle hole he crawled out of. "We'll go where we feel like bitch. What you gonna do about it?" I asked pushin him a little. He pulled out his knife and tried to thrreaten me with it. Bitch please...he comes at me with the knife and I could sense my boys comin up to back me up...but I could handle this shit myself. I dodge his thrust and pull his arm behind him to get him into a lock. I drop his knife from my hand and turn him around and punch him straight in the face.
He flies all the way to the wall and the bricks shatter. Wow. I stodd there for a second in amazement. Thats NEVER happened before. His boys...my boys...and me, we all look around in amazement. A split second later, his crew was gone. I turn around and look at my hands...not a scratch. What the hell is happening to me? I was never this strong. Am I like a freak or somethin?
Name's Jason...Wood. I grew up in L.A. This is my home. I'm not gonna tell you some bullshit lie sayin I was a priviliged kid, and that I never got into any trouble. Nope. I grew up in a foster home. My mom died when I was young, and my father left me. Yea. Some life. But I learned to live with it. I have my boys, my foster mom, and my gang behind me. I learned not to show any emotion...emotion makes you weak. Especially around here. You show and signs of weakness and you're dead.
I grew up in my foster home...I know of no other home. Every night me and my boys go out and wreak some havoc in the golden city, doing this...doin that...gettin together and drinking...clubbing...just shit. And I enjoy doin it. No remorse...no regret...none. Remember: Emotion = weak. I am a born leader and I lead my gang. They follow me. Whenever we have some business to do...we take care of it. When people come up agaisnt my boys, I handle it. I am tough and I won't have it any other way. Sure I've come up against death before...but really...if I died...no one would miss me that much...I mean hell...even my own parents up and left me. Not that I'm scared of death or anything. I have to be strong.
Always strong. I'm walkin around with my crew one crip evening in the heart of L.A. We just got out form hittin a tight club, and I got a girl waitin for me back at her apartment...I don't know her name...but it really dosnt matter. But first I gotta stop and pick up a couple of things. I tell my crew I'll hit them up later. I round the corner and head twoards the liquor store when all of a sudden this feeling hit me...
I couldnt put my finger on it....it wasnt painful feeling...it felt more like...
Power.
I felt strong...stronger than strong...what in the hell was happening to me? "Hey...J...you aight man?" I heard one of my boys ask me. I got up slowly dazed and consused."I'm aight....I'm aight." I say as I stand up from hunching over...I wasn't in pain, but something still was happening to me. "J...Man you aight?" One of my boys came up to me and asked. I stood up and brushed this feeling off."I told you I'm straight man." Trying to breathe again....somethin was happening to me.
"Aight dawg, Just trin to mmake sure you...oh shit, heads up yall. Stiffs commin twoards us..." another one of my boys yelled from the back. The stiffs were the other local gang around these parts...well besides us. If you were to guess that we didn't like each other to much, well then you would be dead on. The leader of the pack, D-Money, is a crack-ass little shit who think he can take me. Oh how wrong he's always been.
I walk up to him and stare him in the face intimdatingly. "What you want kid?" I said almost in his face. "What i want , is for you and your little Care Bear group to get the hell outta our part of town playa." This kid really irks me. He talks tough, or at least tries to, but whenever its time to step up to the gang, he punks out, snaps his fingers and walks away with crew. Straight outta a West Side Story scene....really sad. I wanna see how far he goes with this. This time I'm goin all the way and kicking his punk-ass back to whatever lilttle hole he crawled out of. "We'll go where we feel like bitch. What you gonna do about it?" I asked pushin him a little. He pulled out his knife and tried to thrreaten me with it. Bitch please...he comes at me with the knife and I could sense my boys comin up to back me up...but I could handle this shit myself. I dodge his thrust and pull his arm behind him to get him into a lock. I drop his knife from my hand and turn him around and punch him straight in the face.
He flies all the way to the wall and the bricks shatter. Wow. I stodd there for a second in amazement. Thats NEVER happened before. His boys...my boys...and me, we all look around in amazement. A split second later, his crew was gone. I turn around and look at my hands...not a scratch. What the hell is happening to me? I was never this strong. Am I like a freak or somethin?