whose goals is to extract finances through criminal means, and any person who knowingly acts in the capacity of an agent for or accessory to, or is legally accountable for, or voluntarily
associates himself/herself with a course or pattern of gang related criminal activity, whether in preparatory, executor, or cover up phase of any activity, or who knowingly performs, aids,
or abets any such activity. With the intent to provide the gang with any advantage in, or any control or dominance over any criminal market sector, including but not limited to, the manufacture,
delivery, or sale of controlled substances or cannabis; arson or arson-for-hire, traffic in stolen property or stolen credit cards; traffic in prostitution, obscenity, or pornography; or that involves
robbery, burglary, theft; or extortion professionally and sexually or having a common name or common identifying sign or symbol, and whose members individually or collectively engage in or
have engaged in a pattern of criminal activity.
Our attempts at controlling were usually feeble and only helped to contribute to our feelings of worthlessness. We were trapped in the illusion of “what if?”, and “if only” and “just one more time.” When we searched or asked for help, we were only looking for the absence of pain. We had regained good reputations, we were newly released from prison, we displayed good behavior many times, only to lose it by applying a gangsters sense of reasoning an obstacle, to a normal life problem. Our record of accomplishment shows that it is impossible for us to “gangsterfie” life successfully. No matter how well we may appear to be in control, living a gangster’s lifestyle always brings us to our knees. Like other fatal illnesses, a gangster’s mentality can be cured. We agree that there is nothing shameful about being a gangster, provided we accept our predicament honestly and take positive action. A better understanding was the idea that our prior mentality was abnormal and after our traumatic experience, our mentality led us to criminal behavior. We are willing to admit without reservation that we are vulnerable to this type of mentality. Common sense tells us that it would be insane to go back to the source of our vulnerability. Our experience indicates that medicine cannot cure our illness. Although physical and mental tolerance plays a role, the quality or level of our gangster mentality requires no extended period to trigger allergic reactions. Our direct response to this gangster mentality is what makes us gangster, not what we do once we begin, although the world suffers from our actions. Many of us did not think we had a problem with being a gangster or thinking like one, until we were shot, or a family member or friend was fatally wounded. It is common for trauma survivors to feel guilt, which can sometimes lead them to commit crimes that will likely result in their apprehension, punishment, serious injury, or death. Even when others told us we had a problem, we were convinced that we were right and the world was wrong. Some of us knew we were wrong but just did not have the desire to care.
We used this belief to justify our self-destructive behavior. We developed a point of view that enabled us to pursue our gangster mentality without concern for our own well-being or the well-being of others. We began to feel that our gangster’s mentality was killing us long before we could ever admit it to anyone else. We noticed that if we tried to stop thinking like a gangster, we could not. We suspected that we had lost control over our thinking and had no power to remove those gangster thoughts from our minds. Certain things followed as we continued to think like a gangster. We became accustomed to a state of mind that is common to gangsters. We forgot what it was like before we began to think like gangsters. Some of us were taught this behavior while we were still in our pampers. If ever learned; we forgot about social graces. We acquired strange habits and mannerisms. If ever learned, we forgot how or refused to work. If ever learned, we forgot how or refused to play. If ever learned, we forgot how, refused to express ourselves, or were taught to express ourselves with sheer animal aggression. In addition, we showed no concern for others. We forgot how to feel. While thinking like a gangster, we lived in another world. We experienced only periodic jolts of reality and self-awareness. It seemed that we were, at the very least, two people instead of one, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. We ran around and tried to get our lives together before making that next move. Sometimes we could do very well, but sometimes it was less important - and more impossible. In the end, Dr. Jekyll died and Mr. Hyde took over. Each of us has a few things that we never did. We cannot let these things become excuses to begin again. Some of us feel lonely because of differences between us and other members. This feeling makes it difficult to give up old connections and old habits. We all have different tolerances for pain. Some gangsters needed to go to greater extremes than others did. Some of us found we had enough when we realized that either most of our loved ones were dead or in jail and that, we were “gangstered out”. This realization began to affect our daily life. At first, we were living a so-called “cool” gangster’s life – a manner that seemed to be social or at least controllable. We had little indication of the disaster that the future held for us. At some point, we became uncontrollable and anti-social. An emotional numbness came over us. The emotional numbness many gangsters experience can lead them to engage in sensation-seeking behavior in an attempt to experience some type of emotion. This began when things were going well, and we were in situations that allowed us frequent gangster thoughts and responses. This is usually the end of the good times. We may have tried to moderate, substitute or even control our gangster’s mentality but we went from a state of straight success and well-being to complete spiritual, mental and emotional bankruptcy. This rate of decline varies from gangster to gangster. Whether it occurs in years or days, it is downhill.
Those of us who do not die from the ill thinking will go on to prison, mental institutions, or complete demoralization as the ill thinking progresses. Gangster life had given us the feeling that we could handle whatever situation might develop. We became aware, however, that a gangster’s mentality was largely responsible for some of our worst predicaments. Some of us may spend the rest of our lives in jail for a crime induced by a gangster thought. We had to reach our bottom before we were willing to stop. We were finally motivated to seek help in the latter stage of our living with a gangster’s reality. Then it was easier for us to see the destruction, disaster, and delusion of a gangster and the thoughts that follow. It was harder to deny our lifestyle when problems were staring us in the face. Some of us first saw the effects of our lifestyle on the people closest to us. Our little brothers and sisters began to mimic our dangerous behavior in some cases, our children. We were very dependent on our family or on our gangster friends to carry us through life. We felt angry, disappointed and hurt when they found other interests, friends, and loved ones. Our lifestyles enslaved us. We were prisoners of our own mind, and were condemned by our own guilt. We gave up the hope that we would ever stop committing crimes or thinking like a gangster. Our attempts to stay straight always failed, causing us pain and misery. As gangsters, we have an incurable illness centered in our thinking. The illness is chronic, progressive and most often fatal. However, it is a treatable illness. We begin to treat our thinking by not using a gangster solution to an everyday life problem. Many of us sought answers but failed to find any workable solution until we found each other. Once we identified ourselves as gangsters, help became possible. We can see a little of ourselves in every gangster and see a little of them in us. This insight lets us help one another. Our future seemed hopeless until we found crime free men and women. The people in the G.A. program told us that they were recovering gangsters who had learned to live without a gangster lifestyle and gangster solutions. If they could do it, so could we.
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gangster fo' sho
1) A wannabe thug, often illiterate and an inhabitant of a downtrodden ghetto that hangs around in "gangs"; largely associated with the African-American subculture. These try-hard wanna be "gangstas" attempt to make themselves appear like real criminals by graffiting buildings, smoking/selling drugs and trying to looking all "bad-ass and macho an'-shit, yo". An utter degradation of what true gangsters represent (see below), and street wannabe "gangsta"-types don't hold a candle to what real gangsters are.
2) The *real* gangsters are those behind organised crime; most notably the Mafia. Responsible for blackmarket trade, epsionage, organised beatings/assassinations, etc. "The Godfather" portrays the archtype of true gangsters, showing the brutality of mob beatings, shootings, running rackets and abusing woman, alcohol and everything in between. The real gansters are *not* to be confused with the aforementioned definition, commonly used as it might be.
2) "All right, you just shot 'em both. Now what do you do?"
"Sit down and finish my dinner."
gangster: "I prefer that you speak english if you do not want me and my boys to see that you are "six feet under" very soon."
wannabe: "Whatchyo talking about, foo! That be some tight sheet!"
gangster: "very well. you have made your choice. I shall see that you get a proper funeral with the fish, so that you do not disturb me any longer."
(shoots him with a machine gun)
Not to be confused with retards that call themselves gangstas.
Gangbangers:Bloods,Crips, most other South Central street fraternities.
Most of the time they are 30 year olds who haven't gone through puberty, still live with their parents, work in McDonalds for a living, and still believe they're the shit.
They usually require 5 or more people to beat one person up, because they're too much of pussies to fight by themselves.
A waist of space, and an insult to everything.
Person 2: Who gives a shit? Less to worry about.