Biography of Gangsta Sta
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 neighbour with love and respect.I chose not to fall into the trap of drugs and gansterism (even though i tried it for awhile) . I chose to use my example of success and drive others to reach their heights in life.
Now i am a proud Father of a 21 year old Young Man. An awesome human being.
In all things, in everything i do i do it with all the love in my heart! !
I am a MAN! And not by muscle, Not by material wealth, not by my statutre in the a world defined by human materialistic achivements. But I AM A MAN for learning to listen! and not jumping to solve. By learning to give of self with no expecation of getting back. For learning to love without conditions!
Gangsta Sta Poems
Can We Heal?
I looked in the eyes of Death and felt remorse. I looked in the eyes of Death and saw peace
Can I Be Real?
You tell me over and over To listen and just let go But the pain i feel inside Just wants my tears to flow
One Day At A Time
We tear ourselves apart with fear With what tomorrow’s sorrows Might just bring
Let Me Be Me!
In times of trouble Where do we go? In moments of despair Who do we call?
Lost I Am
Lost, in life’s playing ground Lost to the substance of love Lost for laughter i cannot find For my soul’s sorrow’s always around.
Oh Poet Heal Me; Set Me Free
Oh blessed poet How sweet to me Thy words and feelings Helps set me free
Life's A Season
If today is the day of greatness And joy that is to be mine
My Strength, My Fortress
I looked for happines And wanted love. I desired no more tears And to deny the ruling of
In Down We'Re Up
I stare outside my window It is a sunny day But all around me clouds are Forming, for my soul
Change My Journey?
I thought of dying again Of feeling no more pain For the sorrows within me Just feels so all in vain
Faces, … Some withdrawn, some content, Others sit with heads down bent
Growing In Battles
Let go! Let go! You say It is yours no more Take life and live You say! What is it i ask?
It Is About You! !
A laughter serene A smile with a gleam. The sparkle in you’re eyes Make’s some want to scream.
The two way street of yes and no Words tumbling to and frough Words that hurt, words of pain To speak out, i cant! ! !
She held my hand so tight
That i could feel her pain.
Her eyes was filled with anguish
Wandering will all this be in vain.
The doctor came and took one look
And said it’s time to go
Away she went and i was left
With all my happy sorrow.