I am a 15 year old native from REDLAKE MN.I enjoy writing poetry and reading about history.I am in a gang called GD(growth nd devolpment) and will never stop banging my set.There is no i can trust except my family and a few close friends.
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if you want to know more about me or anything else ask me or dark angel.Here is a few friends that i can still trust Dark angel 72,The windstormy,Bookie two.
here is some of poetry:
the love is here.
the love is here but
you've looked everywhere
in every bar,every store
every car,every door
you cannot find what
you are looking for
every time you turn
you meet someone new
but eventialy she'll
walk out on you
the love is here but
you've looked every
where
just turn around and
you'll realize it was
you i was looking for.
the pain.
man dis happens every day when anoder homie dies you wanna take you own life you cry but cannot dry your eyes cuz the pain you are feeling is way deep inside but who really cares,no one thats who so grab at the gun shoot and aim for your dome pull the trigger rememeber its all just a simple game meant for sick twisted fun.
temptation.
as i sit and pray not
knowing wat to do
the temptation is here
to grab your blade and
cut so fucking deep
in your veins
who gives a fuck if
you live or die
just know hat soon
you will be in da
sky.
the way of life.
Cuts on the wrists,deppresion forming deep
on run from from the true you no one can
help you.
Gangs fighting,memories erasing,times
are changing,friends are fading,deppresion
runs deep through your veins.
Everyone changing,people hating,its the way
of life and what goes on is meant to be
but the memories are part of history.
Old friends fighting,gunshots in the air but who
really cares.
Knife wounds to the chest,slugs in your head it
was meant to be this way now sit back and think
of the stupid mistakes you made.
I also love to write storys involving vampires and the lycan.
I dont like meeting new people hell the friends that i have are my cuzzins so yea knoe how a native does it!
THIS IS ONE OF MY SONGS
THIS WORLD IS MINE
chorus1
this world is mine you cant take whuts mine cuz il reload and have the gun explode in yo face bytch you can not take whut is mine cuz il reload and have that gun explode.
verse 1
now count to three before you have gunshots takin out yo knees put that gun in yea face now yea heart starts to race you dont knoe whut to do got till the count of three before you got 4 slugs in yea brain now im coming out the redlake rezervation yea knoe my nation keep my native flag high till im layed in the sky.
chorus 2
this world is mine you cant take whuts mine cuz il reload and have the gun explode
in yo face bytch you can not take whut is mine cuz il reload and have that gun explode.
verse 2
i came up from something to nothing now whut do you knoe about me you knoe i bang folk and you knoe im layin slobz in the cemetary is that all you knoe now uhhhmmm lets see i was born in 1993 they always said it was the year of a g now 15 years later im runnin bemidji streets do knot test do not disrespect or i'll see that you are layed six feet deep.
chorus 3
this world is mine you cant take whuts mine cuz il reload and have the gun explode in yo face bytch you cant take whut is mine cuz il reload and have that gun explode
CHILD ABUSE
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see.
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault.
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
!!!!There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. Copy and send this poetry and maybe most of people will become more wise !!!!!
I borrowed this poem from another VR member.
FOLK NATION SAYING
PEACE TO THE SIX, DEATH TO DREAD, LAY BLUE ROSE PEDDLES ACCROSS MY DEATH BED. RAISE THE STAFFS, DROP THE CAIN LET OUR RIVALS DIE IN PAIN. PRAISE THE SIX, FUCK THE FIVE, RAGTOWN 11.9 WHEN YOU SEE IT FLY WHITE DOVE, WHEN IT'S OVER CALL IT FOLK LOVE!
FOLKK KNOWLEDGE
1. Your Mother = Queen Sheeba
2. Your Farther = KinG David
3. How Many Brick Are There onfiltered= 6,666
4. Whats Under Your Pillow = A Blue FlaG And A Glass Of Water
5. Whats In Your Closet = A Dead Slob With A ShotGun , With A Case Of Shells
6. Who Should You Save If My House Was BurninG ...... Should It Be My Mother , My FlaG , Or My Book Of Knowledge = Neither Because My Mom Has WinGs To Fly Out / My FlaG Should Always Be In My RIGHT Pocket / And Your Book Of Knowledge Should Be In Your HEAD
6TH PLEDGE
The night I was born Folks was the night I died. As my brethren cast my body into the lake of Fire and Knowledge I was baptized. One with my nation by my Kings blessed. With a Pitchfork in my hand and a Six on my chest. Others will speak my name and know the name of Death. I live by the Nations laws, die by the Disciples Creed. Loyal to my Nation, loyal to my breed. The day my Flag falls then so does my body fall. But my Nation will always stand in the shine of the Six. All is One, One is All!
GD PRAYER
As I pray to God and all the best, when I am dead and gone tell my Folks to put me to rest.I will leave this earth so let things be well, I am a loyal Folk in heaven or hell.Life on this earth was evil to me, so when I lay down just put me to rest with a Six Point Star and two shotguns laid upon my chest. B.O.S.S.
TEEN TEN COMMANDEMNETS
1) Thou shall not sneak out when parents are sleeping.
(why wait that long?)
2) Thou shalt not do drugs
(alcohol lasts longer, not to mention being cheaper)
3) Thou shalt not steal from K-Mart
(Wal*Mart has a bigger selection)
4) Thou shalt not be arrested for vandalism
(destruction has a bigger effect, I can tell ya all about this)
5) Thou shalt not steal from thine parents
(everyone knows grandma has more money)
6) Thou shalt not get into fights (cat fights anyhow)
(just start them)
7) Thou shall not skip class.
(just take the whole day off)
8) Thou shall not strip in class.
(Hooters pays more)
9) Thou shall not think about having sex.
(like Nike says, "'Just Do It")
10) Thou shall not help old ladies cross the street.
(just leave 'em in the middle)
