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A Toast:"Curse of the Gang God"

12/28/2017

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by Craig A. Ross - © 2003
San Quentin death row
A Toast :  “Curse of the Gang God”
 
I am the Gang God.
Pledge your allegiance to me, I will give thee
a gang you can call your own,
a hood you can claim as home
and wars you can desert-storm.
I’ll give you an identity and rep for the streets;
but first, forsake everything you know, including your beliefs,
but heed this warning my price is steep.
 
I am the Gang God.
Suckle my poison let it corrupt your soul,
become my obedient servant bound to my code.
Come, let me engulf you in my darkness
and blind you from the truth ;
turn you loose in a city of madness where you’re despised for what you do.
Go forth, do my bidding, let my destruction reign supreme,
and when anyone asks why you do what you do,
tell ‘em ‘cause you don’t give a fuck about a thing.
 
I am the Gang God
I’ll satisfy your psychopathic thirst,
to do dirt, to do hurt, and what’s worst, here’s my curse ;
I demand blood, chaos and crime, and everything I give you I’ll
take back because I always change my mind.
 
I am the Gang God
I’m gonna make sure you get betrayed by someone close,
To demolish all your trust, faith, and hope.
I will have you believing in nothing but the seven deadly sins,
and while you’re thinking you are the architect of your life,
I’m the demonic force within.
 
I am the Gang God
Let’s get something straight,
The only thing I want from you is your violence and hate.
You’re nothing but a pawn to me.
While you talking about keeping it real, I’m plotting with your enemies.
Fool, you think loyalty is the answer but it’s the riddle to this game.
Do or die is not a paradise but a hell that follows your fame.
You wanted in, now you having doubts, so-call love ones took the
stand against and struck your ass out.
 
I am the Gang God
Only one of us can rise. The other must fall.
You’re my sacrificial lamb so I’ll let you rot behind the walls.
Yeah, I’m gonna be the first to greet you when you get paroled;
here’s a blunt, here’s a gat, you know how it goes.
You won’t dare reject me because we’re of one mind,
and after all you been through you’ll still throw up my sign.
But I’ll turn my back on you faster than you did Christ.
You seen me do it once, you’ll know I’ll do it twice.
I love watching you suffer, seeing your family brought to tears.
Your meaning of staying down means you got to always live in fear.
 
I am the Gang God
The antithesis to life because I crave death.
The only future I promise is no peace - no rest.
I don’t give a fuck about prayers, save them for a priest;
you want out, you got to answer to the beast.
Redemption is not sold, redemption is earned, and it’s not about
the mistakes you made but the lessons you’ve learned.
But I shouldn’t be telling you this because it’s too much like right,
so if you thinking about changing the path you’re on,
you know you got to fight.
 
I am the Gang God
I’ll do anything to keep you in my vicious tomb;
kill your love ones, turn homeboy against homeboy
causing unforgivable wounds.
I’ll take your youth, and spit on your story;
an OG banger still searching for glory.
And when all is said and done, and judgement comes,
put the barrel to your temple and let regret be the gun.

Craig A. Ross ©
San Quentin death row

2 Comments
Charlotte Stuart
12/28/2017 09:06:56 am

The poem is very impressive. I would love to see the work of prison writers on sale in every book store worth its salt...

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Charlotte Stuart
1/16/2018 08:40:43 am

I got more out of the poem the second time I read it. I see now that it describes a possible inner personality, a life orientation. It is not a way out of suffering: maybe it is a way out of victimhood, humiliation and status-shame. The price paid is that one must have enemies and, I guess, must dominate and generally avoid the soft virtues. It is a space in which one pays a tremendous price for a sense of power.

And I am sure there's a lot more in it. I think it is a fine poem.

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