Let me try and paint you a picture. The only people I can really trust are my boys. We all grew up together, we’ve all seen the same shit, and we’re all down for one another. We got each other’s backs through thick and thin. We’ll roll up on whoever disrespects us, and the whole one for all and all for one thing isn’t just something we say, its something we breathe, and bleed. Whoever thinks that they’re bigger then us, tighter then us or whatever is just another arrogant fuck who needs to be shown his place. If they think they got number’s then we’ll show them who got’s balls. If they think they got balls, then we’ll see how large. Man, they don’t even know who we really are. They don’t know my cousins they don’t know that we down with those next crews those next legends. Those guys from that next school they’re all pussies, they don’t got nobody. They all talk, and they all snitches. That next mans crew from down there, those guys are just clowns and if it ever came down to it, they ain’t down for shit. Gats, bats, golf clubs whatever it takes you gotta protect yourself and your boys. You gotta take it to them before they bring it to you, you can’t let them think you’re soft, not even for a minute.  I’ve seen and heard it all. I’ve seen things with my eyes that I can’t even begin to explain to anyone else, not my parents, teachers not the preachers none of them will ever be able to understand a thing about the life that I’m living. Yea, I session still and ya I’m flexing that next chic. Man that dude thinks hes hard because he dealing that girl, man I could flex her in a minute, she ain’t shit. Bun it yo, everyone’s fucked.

The above is the ghetto fantasy that we’re living in. The reality of the matter is, is that our neighborhoods are mostly all middle class. That the people at the other schools really don’t care that much for us, and that we really aren’t near as big or as bad as we like to believe. None the less most our high school lives we play the above roles adopt the above mind set, and we become characters to our own delusions, which are fed by our friends and older siblings every day. Stories of the older generations pass down year by year at every high school, narrating tales that rival those of Tony Montana, leading us deeper and deeper into being characters that are filled with more hate and disrespect then the last. While every generation had its own war stories, its fights, its crews, and everything else in between end of the day none of it really counts for much or matters for anything, a small minuscule piece of who we are; a time in our lives that we can usually accredit to being nothing more then adolescent stupidity. Yet with every passing year, that character we all once played becomes darker and filled with more disrespect and hate, the chances of new youth leaving it behind and being able to reflect on it and lay claim to their own acts of adolescent stupidity grows less and less. That’s because somewhere down that line the character consumes them, it becomes who they want to be and they can no longer tell between what’s real and whats fake. That fantasy is all they come to know and all they care to know, and that’s what needs to change.

See as fun as that whole fantasy is, as glamorous as that life may seem at that time, that life is one that has no future. There are no winners only losers. A fantasy that leaves many with addictions and habits that they spend there entire lives trying to fix. Demons that become so real that fear is all they come to know. A paranoia that they just can’t look past. And as redundant as it may seem we need to stop praising and glorifying it. The sessions, the bar fights, the jams the whatever the only way we can ever kill the fantasy is by killing the false sense of glory that we associate with it. This game of tag that we play where instead of tagging one another we beat each other into coma’s and into hospital beds needs to not get the praise that we all tend to give it, because sooner or later we all get a chance to be “it”, and in trying to deal with the pressure we cross the lines, each time trying to outdo one another that sooner or later we reach the point of no return.

Now many people may disagree with me. Saying and feeling that their own reality is different. That they’re more then just characters. That maybe I was a character, or lived the way I described but I don’t know the half of it. Then please prove me wrong. If we do want to live a thug life and the whole gangster life and all of that, then just stop being cowards. Lets all get together, every crew, every school whatever and lets have a revolution. Let’s go to where there’s a fight and help out. Darfur, Rawanda, Burma heck even India. You don’t even need to leave the country, start the revolution right here. Socail causes are a dime a dozen pick one support it, create change. But lets face it we don’t want to do that, we just want to be characters. We just want to be be cartoons, but if we really wanted to do something, if we were all that tough then lets start a revolution, lets get out of here, lets do something. If we’re going to get shot at, beat up, or fight then at least let it mean something. Let it have some meaning. Let it stand for something. Thats all I’m trying to say.

Its pretty eery as to how much things are still the same. Looks like the new generation isn’t much different from the last, but then again, “Hey, thats just the way it is..”

Teens arrested after vicious beating
Victim attacked from behind, police say
Mar. 23, 2006. 12:07 PM
BOB MITCHELL
STAFF REPORTER

Two teens have been arrested in connection with Monday afternoon’s beating of a 16-year-old Brampton boy, who suffered a skull fracture in the attack.

The two male accused, 17 and 18, are to appear for a bail hearing today in a Brampton court.

Peel Police arrested the young men last night and held them in custody.

The victim, who attends Turner and Fenton Secondary School, is recovering from his injury at Toronto’s Sunnybrook hospital.

“Contrary to what some media have been reporting, this incident wasn’t gang related,” said Inspector Len Favreau of Peel’s 22 Division Criminal Investigations Bureau.

“This was supposed to have been a one-on-one, man-to-man fight to be settled off school property but the injured teen was struck from behind.

“We don’t believe he saw it coming.”

Police are crediting the high school’s Crime Stoppers program with helping them make the arrests.

“We credit the many students and staff who came forward with information that allowed us to bring this investigation to a successful conclusion,” Favreau said.

Investigators allege the initial confrontation was between the victim and the 17-year-old.

Dozens of students from the school were at the crime scene when the fight began and it’s alleged the 18-year-old struck the victim on the back of his head with a crowbar.

“The word spread that a fight was going to happen,” Favreau said.

Police said the dispute escalated after the 17-year-old allegedly pulled a handkerchief from the back pocket of the victim’s pants and then stomped on it in the hallway of the school.

Police confirmed the injured teen had only just started attending the Brampton high school.

It’s alleged the two agreed to meet at a nearby strip plaza on the southeast corner of Kennedy Rd. and Steeles Ave. to settle the score.

The injured teen was knocked unconscious and initially transported to nearby William Osler Health Centre and later transferred to Sunnybrook.

The two accused have been charged with several criminal charges, including aggravated assault and assault with a weapon.

Though much may have changed, some things still stay the same, story was from the Toronto Star

Brampton teen clings to life
Mar. 21, 2006. 09:49 AM
HILDA HOY
STAFF REPORTER

A Brampton teen is clinging to life after being severely beaten Monday afternoon, police say.

The 16-year-old boy was attacked by a group of other males at about 3 p.m. in the Kennedy Rd. and Steeles Ave. area of Brampton, near Turner Fenton Secondary School. An unknown weapon was used in the attack, inflicting serious head injuries, police said.

The attack took place in an adjacent parking lot and not on school grounds, said Peel police Const. Kathy Weylie. It is not known whether the victim knew his attackers or if any were students at Turner Fenton, she said.

Police are looking for five or six suspects, described as males between 16 and 18 years of age.

A number of witnesses were in the area at the time and have been interviewed by police, Weylie said.

An unknown weapon…extreme head injuries??? My money is on it being a karrDa, after all saw nuff men break heads wid dem tings. But then again I could be wrong, considering most people saw a tire iron being used. The Brampton Guardian article,

Police search for attackers

A 16-year-old Turner Fenton Secondary School student is in stable condition after he was severely beaten and hit over the head, possibly with a tire iron, in a parking lot in the area of Steeles Avenue East and Kennedy Road.

The teen was beaten by five to six other teens in front of a crowd of witnesses, according to police. He suffered head injuries, including a fractured skull, and was unconscious when police arrived just after 3 p.m. Monday. He was taken to Peel Memorial Hospital, then transferred to Sunnybrook Health Sciences Centre in Toronto. His condition improved overnight and he was upgraded to stable from critical. He is expected to survive and recover from his injuries, according to police.

Police are interviewing several witnesses, but are asking for anyone in the area to call if they have any information. Police say witnesses have told them the weapon used to hit the boy looked like a tire iron. It has not been recovered. The attack happened in a parking lot just south of the Sears Home Store and just north of Turner Fenton Secondary School, but not on school property. It is not known if the attackers are students at the school, or if the victim knows his attackers.

High school students from Turner Fenton often congregate in the west end of the parking lot, part of the Orion Gate plaza. Investigators are searching for five or six South Asian youth between 16 and 18 years.