This is a story of actual truth
It happened in my 27th Year 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 Gangbanger 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 Gangbanger ways.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
This is a story of actual truth
It happened in my 27th Year 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 Gangbanger 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 Gangbanger ways.
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