Prison Walls, Silent Years
More Than a Gangster: Part 6
Intro Paragraph (for readers)After betrayal came silence.Locked behind prison walls, I didn’t just lose my freedom—I lost myself. No visitors. No letters. No one to care if I made it ...
Betrayal and Breakdown
More Than a Gangster: Part 5
Intro Paragraph (for readers)Just when it felt like something was changing—like peace might be possible—the streets reminded me who I was. And what I was capable of.This is the chapter ...
A Rival with a Mirror
More Than A Gangster Part 4
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I never expected it. I was raised to see rivals as enemies—nothing more. But sometimes the most dangerous person in ...
War Zone Routine
More Than a Gangster: Part 3
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There was no such thing as peace. The streets didn’t sleep, and neither did I. Every corner held a threat. ...
Initiation and Belonging
More Than A Gangster Part 2
By the time I was 12, I didn’t just walk the streets—I belonged to them. I wasn’t just tagging walls—I was being initiated into a life where pain was proof, ...
The Streets Raised Me
More Than A Ganster: Part 1
I was just a kid when the streets became my school, my family, and my identity. This is where my story begins—not in a classroom or a loving home, but ...
More Than A Gangster: The Journey of Ray Begins
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At Inner Sparkk Studio, we use this space to reflect on art, healing, and the human experience. Sometimes that means exploring creativity through brushstrokes. Other ...
Life in the Streets
Life in the streets was all I had. I found love, power, and respect through violence and evil, all in the name of survival. I looked up to the big homies, and my color—navy blue—became ...
Trapped in a Box
I am sitting in a box, wishing I could get out. The walls are filled with gang graffiti, the paint is chipped, and there are spiders in the corners of the roof of the box. ...
Running Line: The Underground Lifeline of Prison Life
Running Line: The Underground Lifeline of Prison LifeIn my opinion and experience, the concept of running line was founded by prisoners as a form of communication, the assistance of one another, and trading with one ...