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  • Nome Governo: Al-Tariq Gumbs
  • Registre Número: 05674-078
  • Idade:37
  • Time Served:13+ anos
  • Home Town:Newark, NJ
  • Sentença:168 meses
  • Corrente de carga:Racketeering (RICO), Conspiração
  • Pseudônimo:King Sankofa (Formerly known as Killer Reek)
  • Data de Lançamento:2022
  • Afiliação prisão:Sangue (Borda)
  • Círculo de Influência:Emmanuel Jones, Lester Alford, Omar Austin, Tewhan Butler
  • Instituição:FCI Memphis
  • I would like to show you the real me.

Mental Prison

mental-prison

Agora, I can’t say when this started to happen, but for some reason my mind started to tell itself that I didn’t deserve to be happy, that I didn’t deserve to be treated like the man I was. Something in my mind told me that no one loved me. 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 anos. 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 anos atrás. I sit and watch TV and see all of these guys and women getting out of jail and I smile. I’m happy for that and guys ask me do I have anything coming from some of these laws. I just say no. They don’t understand that I’m not giving up. I just understand the reality of what God has planned for me. My life is yet to be fulfilled.

In my head I tell myself I’m ready for those streets but God must not think so because he has chosen for me to do this time. That’s cool because I always felt that this needed to happen. In order for my life to move forward I must shed myself of my past. Porém, I can’t sit here and say that I’m not affected by the time I have done so far. Some guys do things to keep their mind off these cold walls. I’m like that. I float through this madness and try not to let it rub off on me. I heard somewhere that when a person does more than ten years in prison they should automatically go and see someone because that is not natural. Eu entendo o que eles querem dizer. Minha mente estava tropeçando o último par de semanas. Eu não poderia escrever, não conseguia pensar direito. Eu não conseguia manter a minha palavra para as pessoas que eu amo. Eu estava correndo ao redor olhando para começar em lutas como se eu fosse 22 ou algo. Eu peguei meu primeiro tiro (escrever) desde que se em que os federais. Eu sabia que algo estava acontecendo. Eu não poderia colocar o dedo sobre ele, mas é estas paredes, e eu fiz o primeiro erro. Eu lhes permitiu entrar na minha mente. Eu permiti que estas paredes frias, com não um toque de amor, para entrar no meu sistema. I tornou-se destrutivo no meu pensamento e ações. Mentiras fluiu da minha língua. Anger saiu dos meus poros. As I sit in front of this computer, Eu vou dizer-lhe que, se você está sempre estão passando por algo e você não pode descobrir por que você tem uma mentalidade destrutiva, Eu acho que você deve dar um passo atrás e olhar para sua vida e se recompor.

Minha vida na prisão foi tão louco, e eu fui empurrando-o como se ele não me incomoda. Isso é como não comer e tentando trabalhar para fora. It’s not going to go well. We have to find something or someone to bring us out of that mindset. In prison there’s so much anger and hatred that when people lie in your face you expect it. When people say they’re your homie and then turn around and talk behind your back you expect it. It’s funny that all the guys in here want to get out, but guys out there are doing things to get in here. If that isn’t madness, I don’t know what is.

To my peoples on them streets who are in that mental prison, o meu conselho é para encontrar a sua chave. Blondie você vai ficar bem. É hora de fazer o que é necessário porque viver infeliz não é a maneira de viver. Eu te amo e espero que um dia esses sonhos se tornam realidade. Para minha sista louco Dell, ele vai ficar bem. Você é realmente um do tipo e sua amizade é algo que eu aprecio. Sua dor vai se transformar em felicidade. Meu agente e amigo louco graças originais para correndo para mim. Eu sei que eu tenho você cansado. LOL. CAMISHA, minha sista louco, te amo e sei que você é realmente um grande sista. Também, Ms.Miranda, meu amigo, Eu quero que você saiba que você vai ficar bem. Você tem que encontrar as coisas que fazem você feliz; a vida é demasiado curta. Jazzie você tem algo para viver e nunca pensar que ele vai dar-lhe algo que você não pode lidar com. Encontre a sua chave, mas. Para todos os meus entes queridos, encontrar a chave e libertar-se de sua prisão mental. E para os irmãos e sistas por trás dessas paredes, a chave é a sua mente. Never give them that. Even if Obama doesn’t help you, 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. Encontre a sua chave . . .

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. ri muito

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. word.

  

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