Category: James Rollins

FROM GANGSTA TO MAN (PART 8)

Green Hill School was the begining of my transformation, I just didn’t know it. This place was gangbang central, the only thing that was mis the guns. There were Crips, Bloods, Black Gangsta Deciples, Vice Lords, Northsiders, and Southsiders, and a few Aryans/Skinheads. This place was the last […]

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FROM GANGSTA TO MAN (PART 7)

Whats up cuz, fuck slob (disrespectful to bloods), fuck you crab (disrespectful to crips) ass nigga. Bam,bam,bam, the fight breaks out. They in our hood up to no good, pop, pop, pop, the bullets ring out ahh cuz I’m hit, I’m hit. Everybody scatters as I lay, blood […]

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FROM GANGSTA TO MAN (PART 6)

The 1980’s, the war was on, love, money, death. The gangs were like a second family to those of us who’s older adults were pimps, dealers, prostitutes, alcoholics, or drug addics. The generation before mine were in possie’s & crew’s that most graduated to the life. I have […]

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FROM GANGSTA TO MAN (PART 5)

They have so called gang experts/specialist that think they know about gangs and the gang life. They really only know a small percentage of the gang life. If you haven’t lived through something how can you truly know it intimitly. It seems like I was born into it. […]

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FROM GANGSTA TO MAN (PART 4)

Jason Lee middle school, this is where it seemed all gangmembers went before being pushed off to high school or if you were to much trouble you were sent to region 5 alternative school. Yes I got sent there. After that I went to Stewart middle school, where […]

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FROM GANGSTA TO MAN (PART 2)

I must apologize for taking my time to have something else posted. As I start this Blog journey I am also working on my clemency bid. Which you can see on my facebook page. As you might have guessed I am a new blogger, and don’t know much […]

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FROM GANGSTA TO MAN

THE JOURNEY OF JAMES ROLLINS “””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””” Where do I begin, I really don’t want you to know who I was, only who I have become. Yet you must know who I was to understand who I am. I don’t really know where to start, so I’ll begin with […]

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