Minding his own business had been his motto living in a strange foreign country with a world-recognized social issue of failing morals.

I want her to engulf me in her blaze & scorch me until my darkness lies in ashes.

I was raised in Chicago and I guess that was one of the special breeding grounds for gangsters of all colors. That was the Detroit of the gangster world. The car industry was thugs.

Gangsters live for the action. The closer to death, the nearer to the heated coil of the moment, the more alive they feel. Most would rather succumb to a barrage of bullets from a roomful of sworn enemies than to the debilitation of old age, dying the death of the feeble. A gangster becomes as addicted to the thrill of the battle and the potential to die in the midst of it as he does to he more attractive lures in his path. In his world, the potential for death exists every day. The better gangsters don't shy away from such a dreaded possibility but rather find comfort in its proximity.

Cuz even a gangsta rapper can find redemptionFor the sins committed before revelation.

Attitude is attitude, whether you're a West Coast gangster or East Coast gangster, you know?

When you understand the mechanincs of stress and master the techniques to manipulate someone's fears and dreams, you will be powerful.

I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.

I swear to God . . .”“God doesn’t come to this part of the house, so swear to me.” -Liam C.

Another deputy threw down a clear plastic trash bag with my orange jumpsuit. I reached for the bag and was knocked down to the floor with an overhead right, another shove, and I was inside the 4X6 room. The heavy white door was already closing behind me. The walls here were made of hard white rubber. There was a small shower head towards the back of the tiny cell and a grated hole in the middle of the floor | I assumed that the hold would be my toilet. The cell reeked of anguish.