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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a nuyoriquen (new York Puerto Rican) born and raised<br>Living with the Bronx gangs was my craze.<br>You had to wear your street colors wherever you would go<br>This was the gang colors that you had to show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had to be in three gangs, just to get to school<br>This had become part of the street rules.<br>I had to change my jerseys going from turf to turf<br>And when I’d forget it would get much worse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scorpions, Dragons, Lightnings too, and three other<br>Divisions of Crowns ruled the south Bronx.<br>Egyptian, Royal, Bohemian Crowns<br>They had become Bronx renown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the most feared was the older gang<br>The Suicides was their name.<br>Against all gangs they would go down<br>Including their brothers from the Bohemian Crowns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For each gang I had a different name<br>Derringer for the two derringers I carried<br>Nava Jo for my climbing skills<br>Blade for the switch blades I carried.<br>And with these names I had gained fame.<br> (ha-ha if you could call it that!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew that I would have to leave these streets<br>And getting out of the gangs was the biggest feat.<br>I joined the Army at eighteen years of age<br>And from there my life did change.<br>When I was in the streets, I could not write my poetry<br>For this was punkish for a guy<br>and they said poetry was a lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was the times of desegregation in Alabama, and Mississippi<br>And then entering into Vietnam, when the French moved out.<br>This left an imprint on my mind <br>and I wasn’t going back into past times.<br>When I returned back to the states<br>And went To an army buddies home<br>and met his family<br>I knew my past life would be history.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father was a poet, and the best that I have known<br>And to change my life to me he had shown.<br>Anyone can change, with help and determination<br>And your belief in GOD will be your salvation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louis+Rams">Louis Rams</a><div class=q>
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Living with the Bronx gangs was my craze.
You had to wear your street colors wherever you would go
This was the gang colors that you had to show.

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