MY EXPERIMENT BEING A GANGBANGGER

This is a story of actual truth

It happened in my 27^thYear Old youth

It was September 1984 when I went to San Francisco, California on vacation for Seven Days

You might partly was when I went astray

I toured the Frisco City Downtown and out

I even went to South San Francisco

But there was an upper part of downtown that the Tour Guide emphasized to avoid

So I asked why is the area warranted in not to go up

I am the adventurer type

So I really wanted to explore

I wasn’t scare, but my decision was sure

 

The Tour Guide gave me instructions in how I should act and dress

So I did just that 

I wore a Do rag completely around my head, Torn Clothes and a Bad Attitude 

The Bad Attitude was street talk using cuss words

So I ventured up
As I was walking and continued too walk, it was apparent that people were becoming lesser and lesser

Once I arrived, in the alley was confronted with a multitude of Motorcycle Gangs

One of the Cyclist stated to me that I didn’t belong in the area

My response was, “I am in the area now”

I acted tough with my response, and ready at any given moment to rumble

I played in off

After a while, I then decided to return back to downtown

So I learned why no one wanted to go uptown of Frisco

It wasn’t an area where I would encourage anyone to go, but it was an experience of acting like a Gangbangger to feel the vibe

I definitely was taking a chance

This wasn’t a mission to advance

I just simply held my stance

But I was told I could have been killed and loss my life

However, the experience was how I rolled being my own advice being the Gang bangger ways.