Prologue 1 – Gangster's Prayer
Bloodstain on his shirt from another fight, he thanks God for getting through one more night. Kneeling he begins to share all his sorrow:
You helped me through today; please help me get through tomorrow
He runs a hand through his unruly hair, skin tanned from running the streets, tattoos cover his biceps, arms, back, chest and inked teardrops mark the skin under his eye from the days cried for homeboys who on the streets have died. He bowed his head eyes closed and continued his prayer:
Dear God, make tomorrow a better day forgive me for the bad things that I do, and forgive my homeboys for what they do too.
He was a son that by his Father was denied, with a Mother that always pushed him aside. The emotional scars too far deep to heal, in a life where nightmares couldn't be more real:
Be with my homeboys each one like a brother they show me more love than my Mother or Father. God give me the courage and make me stronger I can't deal with these issues alone any longer I hope with everything this prayer you'll hear.
As he said Amen, down his cheek a single tear ran, later that night it began to rain as God received his prayer and cried for his pain.
