Nate Levin – Gangster Disciple, Chicago

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G.D., stands for Growth and Development
So why am I up in Robert Taylor? For the Hell of it?
I’m up here for my brothers in the building with the keys of coke
Watchin’ out for cops, squad cars, and Beemers
Cause the po-lice could swoop in on us at anytime, and go Katrina
Like Eric B. and Rakim, I ain’t no joke

Now Chuck, was sellin’ dope and makin’ one hell of a profit
So he decided that he wouldn’t share with group
No one could’ve predicted the future, not even a prophet
Or the soon to be slaughtered chickens who sold drugs in the coup

I carried the fear, the worry, the hope, the struggle
I needed safety, and security, I risked the life, and limb
The state of my situation would leave one befuddled
And others would pray to Allah, like they were Rakim

So, they Krayzies were about, and I had to take aim
I kissed my cross before I took my shot
It’s a dog-eat-dog world, whose life will be claimed?
I hope you're Neo, because there are bullets to be stopped

The Killing Fields were stained, so we called the head of the board
And the Chairman called a truce with Chuck, bravado
All was well, and the business went back to the norm’
Just another day in Gangster Disciple, Chicago
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This poem follows the story of Charles “Big Chuck” Dorsey’s split from the Gangster Disciples. Much of the story could be told through this episode of Gangland):

I take the view as a sniper in one of Chicago’s high-rise projects, the Robert Taylor Homes, part of the infamous Cabrini-Green.

This is a gang war.

I focus a great amount on comparisons and rhyme scheme (Specifically, ABAB) in this poem, rather than feeling, due to this not being a “traditional” war. There are different elements in gang violence/wars as compared to a war such as Vietnam.

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