Listen, I understand what you are going through. I was also fifteen at one time and struggled to feel like I fit in. I dressed the part too, just as you do today.I listened to the same mindless shit my friends did, while I was with them, just like you.I partied and broke the law as a kid, just like you,yet there are so many no-so -subtle differences.
For example, you aren't real gangsters.You only think you are.Here's the difference:
Real gangsters I have known were fucking HUSHED all the time about what it was they were up to. You talk at a full holler at each other on your walkee talkees.
Why are you using monitorable frequencies, using double speak that I could decipher as I listened to you? Are you just letting the law know your every move for what?
Why did you put your pictures, shots of graffitti,and gang affiliation on your Myspace page, for the deluded-Jesus freak- neighborhood watch psycho woman to get screen grabs of for all of us to have at the neighborhood watch meeting? By us, I mean the local parents, homeowners , and lawmen. She has enough to do with those retard inbred kids of hers wandering the park. I doubt real thugs would rip off lifetime friends for a couple hundred worth of electronics, and lie about stealing it, being a weasel about it to the victim, till they brought their friends into the drama, which I got to watch from the comfort of my living room, as you seem to have no yards of your own. From a FRIEND, you stole . Back home in Ohio, that is an offense punishable by beatdowns and reprimands. You wouldn't be able to get off with a warning.
See, you have the style NAILED. You kids look fucking scary. You will talk shit to the women of the cul de sac, and insult them,yet you won't talk shit to the men here.
Last night while we talked on the lawn, when I told you that you all werent gangsters, because you are too fucking stupid to be real gangsters,I meant it.
I lived in fucking OAKLAND from 88-95. Back when it wasn't nuttin but a G thang, baby. You guys are strictly bush league wankstas. I've known real thugs, you ain't them,
and you proved it when you let me chump you about it.
Don't get upset. You are getting good practice at being thugs, but you have no game running, no business going, no money moving (or why would you be trying to be forever bummin cigarettes off me?) If you ever get to a real town with real thugs, I'm sure you'll all have a good laugh about how deluded you all were as wanna be teens.
In the meantime, I sharpened my machete, and left my Louisville slugger by the door.
Nuff said.You're pretty fucking dumb,but even I hope for your sake you aren't that dumb.
This is my fucking neighborhood until I say it ain't.
(speaking for all of my personalities)
Bob

Edit: can you tell when the meds started working?