well as a young pup, i too was apart of a streetgang. as i got older, i realized that life wasn't for me and stopped claiming shit. i got better things to do then argue with other people over colors or turfs or whatever else gangsters fight over. if i want to get down, i want it to be on some real shit, not because of the flag i got hanging out of my pocket or the hood i represent or none of that b/s. it really wasn't that hard to drop the rag and move on and make something of my self and not have to worry about getting caught up in some non-sense i didn't need in my life. i rather get a real good job and go from there, then throw down all the time and get locked up or possibly shot and killed. i look at my self and look at the old set and see that they are going nowhere in life and i am on my way of making a lil over 40 dollars an hour. it ain't nothing compared to dirty money gangstas make, but its enough for me to get by on.