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Quick Update: Cages       8/22/12

El Fam,

      Everytime I receive a letter from Incandesio, with her latest posts, and your comments, it stirs my soul. Her write-ups are amazing to read and I know it was God who lead her to this situation at hand. You guys are always thanking her and I do the same thing. But she doesn't do this for praise or thanks, or for anything other than justice. Pretty cool, huh?

      The letter I got last week (from Incandesio) had my first update in it, the one about the album not making the August release. It spurred some comments that I'd like to address.
 
     One person began talking about the illuminati, and another person scolded him about it. The scolder said that the person made hispanics look stupid, but that's not all he said. He was more than rude, vulgar and mean, and, of course that's what makes Mexicans look stupid. Not only stupid, but the shitty way we treat each other is why we're so weak. It's why our influence is almost non-existent, (other than all the Mexican restaurants.) It's why you rarely see us in films, or getting nationwide airplay, or impacting America like we have the ability to do. We're the biggest minority in the nation, but we're not doing big things. We just do small-minded shit like put each other down all fucking day. I love you guys, and I dedicate my life to you, but we've got to work at Juan's Construction Company, not Pepe's Destruction Company. No one is going to uplift us, except us.

      For some ungodly reason we're eliminating ourselves. Every Mexican hood is infested with gangs, all hating and trying to kill each other. Look at this whole North against South thing. It's a huge war. Hell, the entire State of California is split in half. I'm talking millions of Mexican people deep in a lifestyle of self-destruction. It's everywhere, and the younger kids catch on because they're surrounded by it. How fucking sad is it when you see a three-year-old throwing up a sign that's guaranteed to put enemies in his path? Our race is being raised to self-destruct. What can a million people do when they're at war with another million? Last I heard a million minus a million equals zero.

      Do you think the government will help? Did you know that they already know that thousands of us are shooting at each other everyday, jumping each other everyday, and constantly dying or getting locked up? They already know that millions of Mexican kids are involved in gangs and guaranteed to occupy caskets and cages at an early age. But they need people to fill all these damn prisons that they've built, to fill all the courtrooms they've built. The system employs more people than any other business entity on earth, and we help keep them employed. From lawyers, to judges to the cleaning services that keep their offices tidy. It's a multi-trillion dolar machine and they've chosen us to be the gasoline.

      Did you know that they need drop-outs to fill all the lowest paying jobs. They know that if we're lucky enough not to get a life sentence, or be the star of a funeral, we'll most likely have some kids and want to change our lives. So, we'll work wherever we can to feed our families. That means working for peanuts. Trust me, they know what's happening to us, but we've been chosen to fill the bottom of the barrel. That's why we die left and right and we're lucky to get forty-five seconds on the news. But let something tragic happen to someone else and it's one every fucking channel.

      Per capita, Mexicans have the number one drop out rate, the highest percentage of people in prison, the highest rate of race on race murders, and the highest rate of race on race assaults. Just like Michael Jordan played basketball better than any other player, we destroy ourselves better than any other race. I know it's good to be number one at something, but gotdamn, these aren't exactly the kind of trophies you put over the fireplace.

      The first thing we've got to do is save ourselves as individuals. If you're drowning, how can you help the next person? You have to, first, swim to the boat, then throw some life-jackets out for others. You swim to the boat with education. And don't think it stops after high school. A diploma is a great accomplishment, but grade school is preparation for higher learning. College is where you'll learn more specific skills that will build a powerful life.

      The government thinks like every other dumbass does. They'll say, “Well, those people choose to live that way, so it's their own fault. What can we do?”

      Are you going to tell me it's that three-year-old's fault? Are you saying that he chose to live that way? He's been getting poisoned with hatred and a lifestyle of drama since the day he was born. It's not that he learned these ways, it's what he was made with. That's like saying it's a pecan pie's fault for having pecans. These are innocent children, but once they get a little hair on their face, everybody fucking hates them 'cause they're full of poison. I heard a country song the other day that said, “Who you are isn't who you have to be.” Sounds nice in a song, but it's extremely hard for a pecan pie to become a cherry pie. Just like they say, “It takes a village to raise a child.” Well, it also takes a fucking army to change one. But life has it's solution, death. Society has their solution, too, prison.
 
     By the time I finish this sentence, thousands of unstable women will get pregnant by thousands of lost men. Then comes the baby, who basically gets raised in a coo-coo farm. If you've been raised with better ingredients, and have that ability to love, then you should try to help someone, not judge them. There's a reason why God said to remember the prisoner. There's a reason He said never to judge people. There's a reason he said, “When you have done for the least of these, who have done for me.”

      If we could convince people not to poison their babies with their own fucked up ways, then it would solve the problem, but that's just wishful thinking. Still, it's easy to spot the kids who will one day occupy cages or worse. Every elementary teacher should be trained to spot these kids, and start some type of intervention. The problem is the kid still has to go home, to the insane asylum, so the effort needs to be even broader. We've all got to reach out. The hell with the slogan, “Got Milk?” We need to know if you “Got Love?”

      The Bible says that our war is not with man, but with things we can't even see. It's saying that we should never hate people, but hate the evil that poisons them. There's always a reason why someone is the way they are. Their mind could be physically fucked up from natural causes, or fucked up in a man-made way. I can tell you one thing: The ONLY thing that will EVER help is love. Ironically, people hate those who need love the most. I see it everyday in prison. In this pod, alone, there's like six guys who have no friends except me. I might give them a little coffee, or just ask them how they're doing. Other guys always ask, “Los, why do you talk to that piece of shit.” I always say the same thing, “God don't make junk. He makes good people. But Satan's bitch-ass, that's who I hate.”

      I'm going to write you guys more tomorrow. I'll send this with a poem my neighbor sent me. He's a white dude named Sinner. He's fifty-four years old and probably in better shape than anyone on this sixty-four-man pod. He constantly works out. I'm, like, “Damn Sin, you got a fight coming up?” He's, like, “Ya never know.”

Con Amor
Los

“Cages”
 By: Sinner

 

Within these cages, it's forced captivity
This Ad-Seg is a rude reality
These are animals, The human kind
Secure in boxes, are the worst you'll find...
Crimes are status badges “worn on their chest,”
it's a box of rattlers, a serpent's nest
Don't ever doubt the evil man can do,
Especially when they've targeted you...
Boiling water thrown in the face, a shank in the eye,
To escape the madness, it's parole or die...
A walk of death thru a pit of sorrow,
Only the strong will live to see tomorrow...
Hunting in groups, running with the pack
Stalking the new or weak, a dastardly attack...
Defending honor blood and steel,
Hearts are cold, empathy incapable to feel
A tragic kingdom, a daily quest to survive
A battle of the fittest to stay alive...
Rumors and lies are a slanderous knife,
Twisting the facts can take your life...
Seperating the colors, dividing the races
lost in the crowd, becoming one of the faces,
I'm not you, but you live like me,
Stripped of the identity we used to be...
locked in cages battling the element of time
Society's solution to isolate crime
It's a concrete jungle, society's hell
Will you live till tomorrow, only time will tell...

To Carlos
7-12