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They All End Up Either Dead Or In Jail
Topic Started: Dec 10 2007, 04:19 PM (142 Views)
OrlandoFox
Straight Outta Compton
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It Was only a few days since I returned home to Compton for the funeral of my mother, but it seemed as if I had never been away as I stepped out of the front door to the house I grew up in on Monday the 10th of December. The son was shining down and outside gangs were throwing dice on the street whilst wearing red colors. To my left my little brother T.J was working on his car, his pride and joy, and barely looked up as I walked over towards him.

“Hey little brother, what’s happening?”

T.J quickly glanced up, before concentrating on his pride and joy.

“Not much Orlando, I’m surprised your still here homie.”

It was true that I had tried to leave this life behind and escape it all, but ever since coming back to the area last week for my mother’s funeral it seemed as if I was home again.

“Well I thought maybe I would stick around for a little while T.J, you know see what is going on with the old hood and what not, seems things are pretty fucked up around here.”

T.J nodded his head as he picked himself up off of the floor and walked closer to me.

“Fucked up is right, most of the old crew are either dead or in jail. This place is dying Orlando, we could really use you to stick around and help out bro.”

I knew that T.J would love to have me back around again, but the reason I got out was because I didn’t want to end up dead or in jail like the rest of the old crew. I wanted something better, something that a little wrestling company in Las Vegas would hopefully be able to help me out with.

“You never thought about getting out of here T.J? Coming out with me to New York or Vegas? We used to run things around here bro, why not do it someplace better?”

T.J looked sickened as he jumped into the drivers seat of his car.

“Why not do it here Orlando, this place is home…. Could you really just sit back and watch it die? You think things are fucked up, jump in and I will show you how things really are bro.”

The last thing I wanted was a lesson from my little brother on how things were going in the hood that I had left a few years ago, but he had stayed behind and fought for the place we had grown up at while I had tried to make a better life for myself away, it was the least I could do to have a little look around. I jumped in the passenger seat of the car, and T.J turned his keys in the ignition. The car pulled away and the music began to bump, with the rest of the people around the neighbourhood barely even looking up to see who it was. T.J noticed me looking around at the rest of the guys that were sitting around in the sunshine.

“Forget about them Orlando, they don’t care no more. They just sitting there and wasting their life’s away with drugs and hoes. They don’t care about this place no more. Its not like the old days when people were proud to rep our hood.”

T.J was right, things were nothing like the old days. We always lived in a poor area, but at least there used to be a little pride in our neighbourhood. Nowadays it seemed that people were just sitting around waiting to die. There were used needles on the sidewalk and the houses were more run down than normal.

“Then why the hell do you still care bro?”

T.J leaned back in his seat and drove down the street with one hand on the wheel.

“I wanna bring back the glory days Orlando, remember how things used to be!”

I remembered, but by the looks of things it was going to take something pretty major to turn this hood around. We continued on down the street until the flashing of blue lights ahead began to make T.J shift nervously in his seat.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?”

T.J looked back at me before nodding towards the glove compartment. I released the catch and opened the glove box, and inside was sitting a 9mm. I nodded back at T.J and shut the glove box back up quickly.

“Just play it cool T.J, keep driving on bro.”

T.J regained his composure quickly as we continued down the road right next to the blue flashing lights. By the police car lay a bloodied body which looked to be riddled with bullet holes as the police stood over two young men wearing blue rags with their guns drawn. The police were shouting orders at the two blue rags as more police cars rushed to the scene. This was nothing new on the streets of LA, the bloodied corpse was not even wearing gang colors, but still it appeared he had been shot down by a pair of crips.

“Look at this shit T.J! You still go around wearing that fucking red rag of yours and these guys are shooting dead people that aint even in no gang! Imagine if you got caught up here, what the hell going to happen to you!”

T.J shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey man at least I belong to something, guys in our hood started reppin the red and at least we got a little bit of power bro. At least we aint getting robbed and shot up every week like a year or two ago.”

It was true that from what I had seen a lot of the guys in the hood had started wearing the blood colors, but I still couldn’t understand their thinking.

“You don’t want to get shot so you wear the colors of one of the two biggest gangs in LA? What the hell? Our hood isn’t even a blood neighbourhood! I thought you wanted a return to the glory days, we never used to be blood. How about a little respect for your own hood without letting it get taken over by the bloods.”

T.J looked across at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Without people wearing the red rags we would be nothing, we got to represent them or we would get run over. We haven’t got the power like the old days to stand on our own feet. If we don’t run with them or were nobodies!”

I couldn’t believe that this was the attitude of the people I had grown up next to let alone my own little brother. Things used to be different. Our neighbourhood used to have its own reputation without having to live off of someone else’s colors. Could it really return to the glory days. Did I really want to risk sticking around here and help out my old home at the risk of ending up like a lot my old homies – in dead or in jail?

“This is how things are Orlando. There is nothing that I can do about it, there’s no leadership around here. We need someone to take us forward like the old days.”

I knew what my little brother was hinting at, but did I really want it anymore…..
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