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Author, former banger, ex-felon, survivor! No sugar coated words here so if can't handle the raw truth or are looking for someone to justify stupidity -- you've come to the wrong space.
The truth leaves no doubt or requires explanation. To think otherwise is to weaken it and convert it into justification for lies.
This one even I need to always keep in mind:
A pile of shit can be shaped, painted and disguised to look appealing but is still a pile of shit. So when you see something appealing and recognize that shit comes along with it and decide to step in it anyway -- don't expect to get nothing in return other than the shit you stepped in.
"Bottom line is that standing on the corner acting tough does not make you tough. It makes you a stupid, ignorant asshole who fucks up everything for the rest of us. Get an education, and go live the life you think you are being denied" (Excerpt from “Once a King, Always a King”)

Lady Q: The Rise and Fall of a Latin Queen
Lady Q: The Rise and Fall of a Latin Queen is a true story based on the life of a girl from the hood that would become one of the most powerful female gang members in the City of Chicago.
Throughout her reign as the Queen of all Kings and Queens, Lady Q maintained her loyalty to the street soldiers and in many ways never stopped being one. Lady Q's love of the streets and for gang members that lived and died in them became the vehicle for her rise and her ultimate downfall.
Lady Q: The Rise and Fall of a Latin Queen details the female side of the gang lifestyle in the raw fashion of My Bloody Life. This book is not a researched subject or a production where gang members are put in position to show off for writers or cameras. The woman known as Lady Q is still alive and a true testament of how devastating life within a gang can be even for a someone who wielded the power she once did.
My Bloody Life: The Making of a Latin King
My Bloody Life is meant to tell about the life within a gang infested neighborhood more so than as an autobiography of an individual.
In My Bloody Life I took my knowledge of the gang lifestyle, my personal experiences, the experiences of some of my comrades to create Lil Loco, a member of the Latin Kings street gang. My goal was to point out the pain and suffering that most gang members live with while they inflict the same upon others. I made sure to keep Lil Loco a character that those in the gang lifestyle could relate to and understand. By using incidents that actually took place in my life and in the lives of those around me, I accomplished just that.
I wish I could say that Lil Loco was an exaggeration in an effort to dramatize a story. The sad truth is that there are kids on the streets that make Lil Loco's character seem like an alter boy by comparison. My Bloody Life is an attempt to reach out to the brothers and sisters in gangs and plead with them to get out before is too late. It was also an attempt to call to the attention of those thinking of joining a gang the realities that await them.
Regardless of where they exist, the foundation of street gangs are the friends and relatives of those that live right in the neighborhood they call their turf. This means that these kids are killing and dying, almost literally, at the feet of those who say they love them. My Bloody Life explains WHY?

Once a King, Always a King: The Unmaking of a Latin King
Once a King, Always a King demonstrates the stronghold the gang lifestyle can have on a person and the courage it takes to break loose.
In Once a King, Always a King the eulogy of Lil Loco ends but my life continues. I still draw from the experiences of others in the beginning as way to assure my anonymity, but tell totally about my life once the story no longer revolves around the Latin Kings.
Once a King, Always a King is intended as a message to those in gangs that it's never too late to change. It is example of how we mistake the meaning of being leaders by following along without realizing it. In this book I conclude the nightmare of living like an animal and begin the process of ending a vicious cycle of ignorance and abuse that starts at home. I have finally come to terms with the anger and hate within me and begin my struggle with the traumas my past has left me to deal with.
Once a King, Always a King takes me out the hood and into living a life with real worries and responsibilities. Now if I could only find a way to save the brothers and sisters who find themselves lost in the horror that is the gang lifestyle.

The origin of what we now know as "Street Gangs" started as a movement to protect our people from racially motivated attacks. It was a social movement that promoted awareness, education, and racial harmony. In the early days of the movement everyone and anyone outside of the community was suspect and not to be trusted. This was, unfortunately, very necessary because of the racial bigotry that was the norm in this country at the time. Rules for survival like "Do not trust the police" were put in place for good reason. The police back then were in fact the enemy. With this rule came certain mandates and accompanying labels. Anyone seen talking to the police or in any way shape or form cooperating with them - were labeled "Rats", "Stool Pigeon", and "Snitch". Any person labeled in such manner was subject to ridicule, and violence. Therefore the "Police is the enemy" rule was taught to the very young and old alike by family members for good reason. The social movement was in many ways very affective as it placed the bigotry and ignorance committed against our people on the conscious of many Americans and brought about social changes and equality.
As time passed, the bigotry and ignorance was forced to move from an in your face perspective to behind closed doors discussions and agendas. The rules of the game changed, but our methods didn't.
Vices were introduced into our communities that changed our focus from pride and the success of our people to greed. Drugs, and alcohol began to appear on every corner and we welcomed it openly and dived into its consumption. Selling poison to our own people became our prime agenda as we gave the powers that be reason to do exactly what they wanted to do -- LOCK US UP! The aggression that we once showed toward our oppressors has been redirected at each other. We became divided by neighborhoods, symbols, and colors. By dividing us we were, and continue to be conquered.
Today we are afforded more rights and opportunities than those who suffered in the early days of the social movement could ever dream of but we take advantage of none. We are the prime destroyers of the hopes, dreams and lives of our people. What started as social movement is nothing more than a criminal empire that victimizes its own people. What was learned in the early days is now used to control instead of liberate. Instead of becoming an educated community well versed in the “new game” so that we can continue to defeat it, we have become victims and have therefore defeated ourselves.
Physical, mental, and sexual abuse runs rampant in our communities and dismissed as just the way we are. It’s normal for a man to beat his woman and his woman to take it and do nothing. It’s normal for our women to have children from multiple fathers and for those fathers to be nowhere to be found. It’s normal for our young to be molested by family members and/or friends of the family and for no one to believe their cries. It’s normal for our young ladies to be teenage mothers with no future and to be used as little more than a sperm bank. And it’s normal for our young men to be aimless, futureless, uneducated thugs with no way to defend their manhood other than with violence and ignorance. It's normal for our communities to be an emporium of illegal activity. This is what we have become. This is what we have done to ourselves. This is how we are seen no matter how many politically correct words are used to describe us.
The names of those that truly sacrificed their lives for our benefit are used as coats of armor on the outside while everything they worked, and died for is ignored and tarnished. The names and images of Che Guevara, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Julio Cesar Chavez, and Roberto Clemente are displayed along with flags of one nation or another without one iota of importance given to the things these great men stood for. We claim to be in unity with these great leaders while embracing and living the live of fictitious characters like Tony Montana. We don’t realize that we are fooling only ourselves and shaming only the flags of our own nations. These great men and many other brothers and sisters who have sacrificed their lives for the benefit of their people have given us opportunities beyond our wildest dreams. We have chosen to waste them by occupying prison beds and attending the funerals of dead children killed at the hands of our own people.
The movement is dead, gangs killed it, and the rest of us buried it by not changing the rules for survival.
And you think you're a man!:
You go around looking all hard, acting like you're living the "thug life", and that defines your manhood. Getting drunk, doing drugs defines your toughness. You ain't shit! You attack a rival from afar with a gun. Spray bullets that more often than not leave innocent children dead, and you call yourself a man. You have no job, no education so you have to measure your worth with ignorance. Yeah, you're a man alright but only to those exactly like you.
Mommy / Daddy!!:
Not every woman who brings a child into this world is worthy of the title Mommy. Not every man who plants his seed is worthy of the title Daddy. Learn the difference and check yourself!
Contradictions:
I keep getting hits from brothers and sisters who claim no gang alliance while filling their spaces with signs and colors that tell a different story. Yo! If you didn't know! You are fooling no one but yourself. I'm not impressed one way or the other and neither is anyone else. Your actions contradict your words and that makes you a fool in the eyes of those who bare witness.
In yo face:
The number one killer of Latino youth is Latino youth. The number one killer of Black youth is Black youth. DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU? I hear all this "Brown Power or Black Power" bullshit and realize that is all it is -- BULLSHIT!
2 Da Fellas:
Any fool can get a piece of ass - but only a man can identify, respect and cherish a lady. I rather hear a woman say "he makes me happy" then "he's my man" -- unless of course she is just a piece. 2 Da Females:
Do you know which one of the above you are? Any bimbo can demand to be treated like a lady but the true ones don't have to -- do you know why?
Deal with it!:
Dearly beloved, if something just doesn't make sense regardless of how you try to piece it together --IT's A LIE. Step away, run as fast as you can, the longer you stay, the easier it will be to convince and deceive you. When the dust clears you'll be standing alone while laughter rings in your ears. You can then go postal or suck it up and learn from it. Never doubt that the truth is always right before us but we choose to ignore it for our own benefit and then we wonder why.
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