This story is a true story. My story. About a bunch of teenaged misfits and "outsiders" . Who made their own rules just like Hip-Hop in music. Terrorized a whole neighborhood and shaped a whole generation of Los Angeles youth. PLAYBOY GANGSTER CRIPS represent "Thug Life "Gangbang" culture. That surrounded and defined L.A. Street Life as a whole. And an entire music genre it appears. One PBG in particular tells his story. Thief tells of the fights fought and fears faced on his journey to Manhood and Individuality. His closest homeboy Criminal. The celebrations of "Wine-Women-and Song" known as that classic "Gangsta Boogie", gunfire confronted , and the sadness of homes lost at such a young age.
See a lot of people have their preconceived ideas about why people like me Gang Banged. I don’t know if they’re right or wrong but what I do know is, MY story. And it goes a little something like this, I grew up in a house with a mean ass momma . When I say mean, let’s just say her idea of a gentle and loving way of waking us up in the morning was “ You Muthafuckaz get UP!!!!
In addition to growing up in such a loving environment. The fresh smell of Racism greeted me each morning as I went off to school, at the ripe old age of 7. Maybe even earlier, as one can see at a glance life ain’t never been no fairytale for me, more like a Ghetto fairytale. Where shit doesn’t seem to quite work out that happy in the ending. But PBG tells that rare story of one who by the grace of GOD did make a different choice and as a result has gotten nothing back but life instead of death.