IT WAS SO GRIMEY IN PRISON; YOU REALLY HAD TO BE A SAVAGE TO SAVOR THE FLAVORS. BECAUSE OF MY MOVMENT ON MY ORIGINAL COMPUND I BECAME NOTEABLE. THIS ASSERTED MY NAME AMONGST THE RANKS, ORDERS, AND BOSSES. I HAD DESIDED THAT IN DEALIUNG WITH THE MALICIOUS, IT WOULD BE BEST NOT TO TEMPT THE SAVAGES, SO I DIDN'T SHOW ANY MONEY THIS CAUSED A HENDERENCE TO MY RESPECT. IT OPENED THE DOOR FOR A REASON TO TAKE SHOTS AT ME. ONE THING I KNOW ABOUT STREET NIGGAS IS SHOTS FROM KILLAHS CAN BE DEADLY, A DELIMA I WOULD HAVWE TO DEAL WITH; HOWEVER, ON THE PLUS SIDE I DID'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DEFEND SO MY EMPTY POCKETS LAXED THERE MOVEMENTS ON ME, CLOSED OPPERTUNITY FOR THEM TO SHOOT THE CROSS, AND OPENED OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO PUT IN WORK: EARNING A PASS THROUGH THE ORDERS OF THE KING PINS. I ATE IT UP, I MOVED FOR THEM, I BUMPED, PUSHED, AND HIT THERE CONTENDERS AS I BUILT A CACOON OF RESPECT AND SYMPATHY AROUND ME. THIS ALLOWED ME TO GROW AND DEVELOP UNDER THERE BRACKETS. IT WAS SO MUCH WEIGHT IN PRISON, SHIT WAS SO THICK A NIGGA COULDN'T BREATH. I MEEN IN THE STREETS NIGGAS WAS PRAYING FOR KILOS, IN PRISON YOU GOT 60-MIDDLE MEN ON 600-BRICK CHARGES SURROUNDED BY 15-TRIPLE O.G.'S WHO PUSH FOR BOSSES THAT KILL NIGGAS FOR PENNY'S; SO IT'S HEAVIER THEN PUSHIN 8-BALLS, OR STANDING ON THE CORNER SALING MAYJUANNA. THESE WERE THE NIGGAS THAT YOUNG THUGS TRIED TO BE, AND THAT THE YOUNG GANGSTAS WANTED TO BE. I THOUGHT," OH SHIT! DOPE BOY HEAVEN"... IT COMES WITH A PRICE THOUGH. YOU'RE DEALING WITH THE BEST OF THE WORST, THE SHICE NIGGAS, THE CUT-THROATS. IT'S GOOD BLOOD SPORT, AS THESE STREET TITANS CLASH FOR THE RESPECT THEY WERE ACCUSTOMED TO IN THEIR HOODS, DAMN WE HIT IN THAT BITCH... I WAS STILL A YOUNGSTA, SO FOR THE MOST PART I SHOWED MY RESPECT INSTEAD OF DEMANDING IT, A LONG LOST ART IN MY GENERATION SEEING AS A NIGGA GET A LIL PUSSY HE THINK HE A MAN. THOUGHT HE WAS BIG TIMING UNTIL THEM BOYS GOT ON HIS AS IN GENERAL POPULATION, AND HE FOLDED UP TALKING BOUT, '' THEY SEXUALLY HARRASING ME"; CAUSE THEM GUERILLAS THINKING HE SOMTHING TO FUCK ON. THE SHIT WAS FUNNY AS HELL. THEY SAY THE NIGA STAYED IN PROTECTIVE CUSTODY FOR THE WHOLE YEAR, I LAUGHING SO HARD. IT'S A LEVEL OF RSPECT THAT NO MAN SHOULD EVER WANT TO KNOW. I MEEN YOU'RE SURROUNDED BY KILLAHS THAT DON'T RESPECT KILLAHS; YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING. SO IT'S NOE OF THAT WOLFING, THAT, " YOU DON'T WANT IT WITH ME I'M CRAZY", THAT,"BRAH LET'S SQUASH IT" BULL-SHIT. NONE OF THAT; IT'S JUST DAY FOR DAY MURDER SHIT POPPING, ALL DAY EVERY DAY. IT'S WILD AND EXHAUSTING... 4-YEARS IN 5-YEARS TO GO: 1,460 DAYS OF MURDER GAME; A NIGGA TIRED AS HELL.... THESE ARE ENTRIES FROM MY JOURNALS UP TO 4-YEARS INTO MY INCARCERATION. THE REST OF THE STORY WILL BE PLACE IN THE ARTICLES OF MY POST, YOU CAN FIND THEM AT Capirearts.buzz/MMinc

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 Gangsta Everlasting The Godfather... Young Love the Poet: LaCapiCapire, "Sidney De`jon"... I DIDN'T DESIGN MY LIFE FOR THOSE AROUND ME; IT WAS MY LIFE, AND I HAD EVERY INTENTION ON LIVING MY POTENTIALS WITH NO REGARDS TO THE SENARIO.MY MIND WAS LIVE FOR ME, NO LOVE FOR US; SO, WE COULDN'T BE, BECAUSE I WAS ABOUT I. I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO RESPECT AND I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO LOVE. THAT WHICH I RESPECT I LOVE, AND THAT WHICH I LOVE IS TO BE RESPECTD; FOR THAT WHICH I LOVE IS THAT WHICH I DIE FOR"... LaCapicapire: Sidney De`jon... SOME NIGGAS BORN TO BE LOVED, NOT ALL OF THE LOVE IN RETURN... MY FAVORITE MEMORY IS THE MAN I WANTED TO BE; MY MOST PAINFUL ONE IS THE MAN I BECAME. DON'T WORRY ABOUT WHO I WAS WORRY ABOUT WHO I AM... Young Love the Poet: LaCapiCapire, "Sidney De`jon"... Don't ever speak in my presence over the Almighty Dollar. I know what to Love.