FINALLY INSANE

So I've proven my wealth in gold.  I should be ready to be a Vice Lord and etch my name on the wall of the insanely infamous.

I show up to the next goal and I'm ready to get blessed in. I wear Khahis with so much crease they'd be illegal to wear because I'd give razor cuts to anyone that brushes by me.

It's my time to shine - or my time to shame.

Then two funky looking jheri-curl, fry up your Grandma in grease heads, call me into the crack-room, I mean backroom.  They tell me that Vice Lords don't accept white people.

Huh?

Was this before you blessed in a white boy named Slobberer a month ago? Or before they were Aunt Jemima racists? Or before I accidentally almost killed someone for this initiation? Before I almost got mobbed by a sea of blue G.D.'s for this nation?  I was stumped.  But I didn't know the literature of the gang -- so they could have told me Porky Pig was an elephant and I would've taken it at face value.

Literature is the sacred laws and necessary rules, laws, and prayers that prove you're a member of the gang. The more literature you know - the higher your rank.  What I know now that I didn't then is no one abides by the literature unless it to fulfill some self-gratification.  And Vice Lords use some Muslim prayers and were aligned with the Nation of Islam -- Farracon-artist. No wonder they were denying a white bread from sandwiching in.

No white boys named Brandon allowed!!!!

GANG HYPOCRISY

Gangs also like to use other religious icons -- Latin gangs like to use some Catholic symbology, as if Mary would approve of killing someone for being of a different color or race. The only gangs that seem to have gotten the right religion is the Satan Disciples and other devil-worshipping gangs.

What gangs think they are...

What gangs really are...

At least they know who they're serving.  But before the dawn of time, people have been killing in the name of God -- but with gangs, they're not killing because God told them to. They're trying to absolve their crimes under the guise of good. Sounds like some money-grubbing greedy televangelists -- maybe they need the Kenneth Copeland gang, or Jim Bakker Bangers.  Or Jimmy Swag Swaggers... anyone, or yeah, I'll give them one up now.


LATER I WOULD FIND OUT... WHITES ARE ALLOWED

A white Conservative Vice Lord named Dave sock-monkey, or I forget -- he wrote a book a Nation of Lords that got the Vice Lords their legitimate funding from a CRACKER.... from the government back in the 1970's. He got grants to build the Holy City which is four blocks where the command and control center for the Vice Lords operated.

Yeah, that Dave in the book above -- and he was a Conserative Vice Lord, but Ladrell and booger picker Javon wouldn't know that because they are in prison.

So the other racist turd that showed up was named Ladrell -- and he had no problem picking his nose and wiping them on the bed-bug infested mattress.

This guy was a not a gun slinger, but a booger slinger...




Months later the same gold-nose-digger would see me at a mall and demand back dues of 40.00 -- enough to buy himself a rock to go with the rocks in his nose.  Funny how all of a sudden I was a Vice Lord and accepted when the color green came in the picture.

So the hypocrite lunch came out... full of phony bologna.  I was told I couldn't join because I was white. I left crestfallen.  Head was down low, kicking dust as I left the house of racism.



THE HOUSE OF CARDS COLLAPSED

Where did all the Sanford and son sisters go?  They flipped to Mickey Cobras --  a group that broke away from the Vice Lords after having our glorious leadership kill their leader outside of a drug deal. So there was two-booger diggers and white boy. Another weenie black kid I corrupted still left in the Sanford and Son gang.

I had ambition... at sixteen I wanted power, and the broken spoke, spring out of the cushion gang I had tried to joined wanted no part of me.

Then I hooked up with a crack dealer and learned the power this white substance had over others. I had a pee-shooter .32 -- but what scares them all -- I already had a rep that I had no problem blasting that thing off -- even if it was at crates.

Was I tough? No, I was stupid and had everything to prove. I was quiet spoken, I'll let you talk all the amounting trash pile shit you wanted to. And I'd sit there like I believed you.  Then I'd let them go off and try to screw me. Then I realized I fired more warning shots than I had ammunition. I just wasn't a good shot -- well enough -- grammar Nazis -- I ran out of ammunition.

MY Aunt, bless her heart -- decided she had enough after I crept into a haunted house and having the pigs pick me up on trespass, that was enough  Oh, the haunted house, well the supernatural is real. And I was as close to death as you can come -- so I had an affinity with the dead. I wanted my mother to come back to me in spectral form and explain why she left an endangered kid. I hated her for awhile. Damn, woman, you abandoned me to this world.

We had a suicide pact. She violated it. She was supposed to shoot me first, then I trusted her, she would execute herself. And she killed herself alone and left me a blood-stained notebook giving me lame excuses why I should stay and grow up without her.  I wanted revenge. Mom, I wanted to kill everyone that offended you. You lied to me. And I'd make you and everyone pay from beyond the grave.

I WAS ALREADY DEAD...

So I got booted from my Aunt's house -- no matter how much money came with me, I was a jeopardy to her and her son.  No one loves someone else's child as they do their own.

I moved in with a Hillbilly family from the church. ON THE WESTSIDE.

I was in the vomit.  And already at 16, I was selling crack. No, that's a lie. I had two scrub muffins selling it for me.  And when they got stuck up, I had to make up for their bad graces. When you don't care about living -- you don't care about dying.

Then as when fate fails... I walked the street with a baseball bat. Dear, Lord, give me a cranium to crack today.

And Broke-Chris N. showed up as I was walking... He had four broke Conservatives with him, and they had an emergency. They were the food-stamp gang. And this discriminated white boy was bringing more money than the lot of them.

And all of a sudden, since I had a crack connect -- and they had a gravel connect, they wanted a new show-stopper that had no fear to be a Conservative.

They blessed me in.  And I was a VICE LORD.  I no no longer had two-craps to give about them. I was a boss in the making.

But the Conservative Vice Lords weren't enough for me anymore.

So Slobberer introduced me to a Mafia Insane Vice Lord. And things were about to change.

MAFIA INSANE VICE LORDS -- the set of violence coming up next.