I live my life, for the love of my crew. We demand respect and roll like old school.
We have a code of silence, second to no other. My brothers come first, before my dad or my mother.
We stand back to back, we never back down. We do what we must, to make the next round.
And when the battle is over, and the smoke starts to clear. It will be me and my crew, standing showing no fear.
David Cleveland 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem