Gangsta Sta

Rookie (28 August 1966 / Cape Town, South Africa)

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Grew up as foster child. The youngest of 23 kids reared by a Widow.
Violence, poverty my everyday life. Gangsterism a norm, but yet i survived. I chose to be a success. i chose to take the the odd beatings from my other adopted siblings to make me strong! I chose to take my anger as vehicle to excel in everything i do. I chose to not carry the anger, the hurt and pain but retrun it to my ... more »

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Can We Heal?

I looked in the eyes of
Death and felt remorse.
I looked in the eyes of
Death and saw peace
I felt the hand of death
And hated
I held the body of death
And redeemed myself naked
Oh death, the unanswered
The fear of many, the
Fear of none.
Why do we live?
Why do we live? If
Not for death.

To my son brent. I miss you

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