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  • Gobierno Nombre: Al-Tariq Gumbs
  • Número de registro: 05674-078
  • Edad:37
  • Tiempo de servicio:13+ años
  • Home Town:Newark, Nueva Jersey
  • Frase:168 meses
  • Corriente de carga:Racketeering (RICO), Conspiración
  • Alias:King Sankofa (Formerly known as Killer Reek)
  • Fecha de la versión:2022
  • Prisión Afiliación:Sangre (Borde)
  • Círculo de Influencia:Emmanuel Jones, Lester Alford, Omar Austin, Tewhan mayordomo
  • Institución:FCI Memphis
  • I would like to show you the real me.

Mental Prison

mental-prison

Ahora, No puedo decir cuando esto empezó a suceder, pero por alguna razón mi mente empezó a decir sí que no me merezco ser feliz, que yo no merezco ser tratado como el hombre que era. Algo en mi mente me dijo que nadie me amó. Something in my mind told me that my family hated me. Something told me that my lil brothers and sistas didn’t love me. Something told me that people in my life be running game on me. Something told me that prison is where I need to spend my life because I deserve to be here. Something told me that these guys in here are my peoples. Something told me that the streets of Newark hate me like never before. Something told me that my life was nothing like the lady Sheila Hopkins told me when I was 19 años. Something told me that my son is going to have the same pain as me, and he doesn’t truly love me. Something told me that my mother didn’t love me the way she said she did. Something told me that to be happy is to be a fool, and as I looked around I started to see that my life was really turning up side down.

I was told by Blondie that it may be because of the one year anniversary of the last time I saw Natalie and she passed away. I started to think about that. I started to think about both of my brothers dying this time of the year. I started to see things I never saw before. I started looking at these walls and started to see that this was the reason for my anger and pain. I have been locked up for 14 years straight, no chaser, and it has taken a toll on me that I didn’t foresee, or maybe just didn’t want to see. Something in my head tells me I’m still that 25 year old dude who got locked up 14 Hace años. Me siento y veo la tele y veo a todos estos chicos y las mujeres salir de la cárcel y yo sonrío. Estoy feliz por eso y ustedes me pregunto qué tengo nada que provenga de algunas de estas leyes. Yo sólo digo que no. Ellos no entienden que yo no me doy por vencido. Yo sólo entiendo la realidad de lo que Dios ha planeado para mí. Mi vida está aún por cumplirse.

En mi cabeza me digo que estoy listo para esas calles, pero Dios no debo pensar así porque él ha elegido para mí hacer esta vez. Eso está bien, porque siempre sentí que esto tenía que suceder. Con el fin de mi vida para seguir adelante, debo arrojar a mí mismo de mi pasado. Sin embargo, No puedo sentarme aquí y decir que no estoy afectado por el tiempo que he hecho hasta ahora. Algunos chicos hacen cosas para mantener su mente fuera de estas paredes frías. Yo soy asi. Floto a través de esta locura y tratar de no dejar que frotar sobre mí. He oído en alguna parte que cuando una persona hace más de diez años de prisión deben ir de forma automática y ven a alguien porque eso no es natural,. I understand what they mean. My mind was tripping the last couple of weeks. I couldn’t write, couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t keep my word to the people I love. I was running around looking to get into fights like I was 22 or something. I caught my first shot (write up) since being in the feds. I knew something was going on. I couldn’t place my finger on it but it’s these walls, and I made the first mistake. I allowed them to enter my mind. I allowed these cold walls, with not a touch of love, to get into my system. I became destructive in my thinking and actions. Lies flowed off my tongue. Anger came out of my pores. As I sit in front of this computer, I’m going to tell you that if you are ever are going through something and you can’t figure out why you have a destructive mind set, I think you should take a step back and look at your life and pull yourself together.

My life in prison has been so crazy, and I have been pushing past it as if it doesn’t bother me. That’s like not eating and trying to work out. No va a ir bien. Tenemos que encontrar algo o alguien para sacarnos de esa mentalidad. En la cárcel hay tanta ira y el odio que cuando las personas se encuentran en la cara te lo esperas. Cuando la gente dice que son su Homie y luego dar la vuelta y hablan a tus espaldas te lo esperas. Es curioso que todos los chicos de aquí quieren salir, pero los chicos por ahí están haciendo cosas para llegar aquí. Si eso no es una locura, I don’t know what is.

Para mi gente en ellos las calles que se encuentran en esa prisión mental, my advice is to find your key. Blondie you’re going to be okay. It’s time to do what is needed because living unhappy isn’t the way to live. I love you and hope that one day those dreams become reality. To my crazy sista Dell, it’s going to be okay. You are truly one of kind and your friendship is something I cherish. Your pain will turn into happiness. My crazy publicist and friend Unique thanks for running for me. I know I got you tired. LOL. Camisha, my crazy sista, love you and know you’re truly a big sista. También, Ms.Miranda, my friend, I want you to know you are going to be okay. You have to find the things that make you happy; life is too short. Jazzie you have something to live for and never think that he will give you something you can’t handle. Find your key, ma. To all of my loved ones, find your key and release yourself from your mental prison. And to the brothers and sistas behind these walls, your key is your mind. Nunca darles esa. Incluso si Obama no le ayuda, you should help yourself by staying alive and healthy and educating yourself. This may be prison, but it doesn’t have to be your home. Find your key . . .

King Sankofa out!

Free more and then Free some more after that . . . Don’t stop until all who are worthy of that freedom get it. The problem is keeping it . . . Peace my people . . . I play a part in my freedom. I now know that. I’m out. King Sankofa . . .

P.S. I’m working on getting all of my books in order and making them available. It has been a long ride, but I’m getting it together. Thank you all for being patient with me, and yes all of my family and friends are crazy. They know I mean nothing by it, but they have to be crazy to be friends with me. lol

R.I.P My big brother Bruce “Bobba-Lee” Gumbs. (I think that is how he spelled his nick name.) My lil brother Zeus, after 15 years in this hell hole, I’m praying and hoping you have it together. Love you, but don’t want to talk to you right now. palabra.

  

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