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For our inmate members who support and spread the message to help others and save lives. the streets dont love you back news letter goes out to 150 prisons around the country.take time out to read these stories and ask your self what choice should i make today,to better my tomrr.you can learn each and every day tsdlyb at all but god loves us all back.have a bless day and stay focus

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i would like to thank all my soliders in state and fed prison and out here in the streets helping to save lives as god did when he walked the land we also must take our message to the streets and change these youth thinking from negative to positive.keep your drugs its all failure you bring drugs to the streets then send our men and women to prison.you think about it wake up people we must push education and not failure we must understand once we are educated no one can take that away from you but trying to be hard/drug dealer/thug/gang banger you set your life up for failure. we all make mistakes in life but now its time to change that negative to positive.BOYD AND LUCINDA

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the streets dont love you back news letter gos out to 150 prisons around the country fed/state we are looking for bibles to be donated to us to send in side the prison.if you would like to donate…Continue

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Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on July 1, 2014 at 11:08pm

Benjamin

'Dear Lord,it is I, Benjamin. It has been forever since Thee has heard from me.....I was afraid, afraid of Thy mighty raft. So I fled down to earth and hid among those people.....But now I ask for much forgiveness; for I have come to the end of me Lord. For I have been in prison upon this earth, sorry, I mean Thy earth Lord and kept locked away for 31 years .

'And Lord, I feel as though a single leaf upon a barren road. Just there, no wind forth coming to push me upon gentle grass or field. A leaf alone and only knowing the hard hard road upon which I stay.So pressed down by rain, beaten by the sun, buried under snow.....Ooh Lord, for you can not know, you can not know. And Lord it is as if I am chained to the prison wall. There,before me a dark, cruel sea. A sea sending wave after wave whipping against me, for I can not move. The steel of their chains tearing my flesh. Yet, I am sentence to stand, stand just facing the roll of coming wave.....after coming wave.

'And that is why I beg Thee, forgive me Lord. Forgive me for my worst deed so long ago. You my Lord had instructed me with the Blessed Sack....And you said .....'

"Benjamin, keep and care for this Blessed Sack, until I complete the earth and all living things upon it. For the sun and moon now dwell. Yet, I wish to place forever more the mightiest Cross, there, up in my night skies, so all the living world can see. See and know what shall come'th."

'And and I Lord. Foolish as I was. Only went here and there so amazed of what you were creating below; forgot to pay attention to the Blessed Sack...... Ooh and the woman Eve! Imagine ,the very first woman Eve Lord!..... And and I did not see that hole nor pay attention at all to the bottom of Thy Blessed Stack.Yes, I Benjamin ,I alone am the cause of all those stars that now be, be up in the long long night instead of Thy Cross. All the shining glory from the Blessed Stack ,by my mistake just sprinkled down across Thy sky.....I am so so sorry Lord. Wont You have mercy on me, please please bring Thy servant back home Lord, that that 's all I asked for Lord..... You see earth sweet at it was,so lead me down the wrong path but but I have suffered Lord .Suffering this Hell upon earth for 31 years in a cage.... Lord, I humbly asking with my so head bent in sadness..... And I weep Lord. Ooh how I now weep..... Yes I,I as if before a cruel sea ,chained as wave upon wave beat upon me..... Just me Lord ,just simple me .....Thy Benjamin.'

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"Why world..... Please now let me go in another direction..... World , foolish foolish world.....Don't you know that there is a little of Benjamin in all of us......And when the unjust decisions of those in power, destroy one's very soul .....In doing so ..... One destroys his very own soul."

By: George Martorano
Copyright:12973
6/27/14

Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on July 1, 2014 at 11:07pm

Bellafair

The fog hung waist high. The earth was silent where he went. The color of night, this night was the shade of, desperate. In that, the only sound came with the passing of places. And the very pounding of each foot as he ran. Oh, not the running of any normal man. No, the absolute running of and for life..... or death.....

The colors of coarse fabric upon his flesh were black and white. The white stripes of his prison garb, dirty just plain dirty from the killing and the guard's blood. From the killing of the mean hound and the dog's blood. From the falling upon , crawling upon swamp mud. From the running, sweat, lots of it.....And the escaped convict runs and runs. Looking, eyes darting here and there. Lungs expanding till they hurt.....The night has no end for him. The fear and run has no end for him. To kill again can and will have no end for him. No, only to be free. Free from the brutal chain-gang in the year of our Lord, 1923. The evil land that the hard prison dwelled on and where he runs upon now, is , the Louisiana Bayou. And the place he heads for..... Just deeper and deeper in an unknown swamp.....

He runs in high summer. The dry of it giving more good running ground than deep wet marsh as he goes. More snakes and less gators. More of a chance, a chance to maybe know the where's and maybe the nothing's, only to run. His thirst, is pain. The swamp-water he passes would only destroy his stomach, destroy some chance at all. Yet, he must drink. Yet, he moves, he must or die. There would be no taking him back, he has killed. Just a rope and a tree for him and his neck to dangle from. And maybe just maybe a tree that has been waiting for him for ' all-his-life '......

He feels coolness.....It brings thicker fog, making harder to see..... He breaks, crashes through hard brush. He yells, for he has tumbled into a pond. A fresh water pond. The water even smells sweet.....Up to his waist, he bends, he drinks and drinks. It makes him feel he can make it...... A breeze from nowhere comes, making the thick ,fog shift.....He jumps, afraid!.....There! Before him! Across the pond, the statue of a beautiful woman..... Simply emerging from the dark green water. Yes, just a statue, here, in the middle of God's forsaken land.....

She's looking at him, staring at him, the statue.....And he backs up.....When his feet touch the bank, he falls over a small log . Now, on his back he looks up at the black sky, no moon nor stars, no, just dark and nothing as he. He also knows he has to keep running..... but just a minute he tell's himself, rest he tells himself. He closes his eyes, thinks from where he escaped, Hell.....He grunts and sits up, his mouth agapes.....For the statue is gone. He thinks it was his mind maybe the fog playing tricks on him. He then stands, turns to run.....

"No, don't go, pleaseee stay", came a woman's soft voice.....

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The authorities hunting Morris Whittle, found the escaped convict, clean, naked and lying upon a made-shift bed of dry moss. What killed him, was, a large thorn embedded right into his heart.....Carrying the body off one of the dog-handler's lingered behind. What got his attention was the smell of honeysuckle upon the moss-bed and made from nature not of these parts. Even more puzzling was finding the long ,strand of blonde hair there. You see, Morris's hair, was coal black.

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Always in winter at the very break of dawn she came, the old, gypsy woman. In winter the bayou was more kind to her old, worn body.....Tired, she stood before the pond..... The beautiful statue there.
By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973
6/20/14

Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on May 21, 2014 at 9:15am
Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on March 29, 2014 at 2:09pm

Esther Arias #26214-038
FCI Aliceville
P.O. Box 4000
Aliceville, AL 35442-4000
Projected Release Date: 02/27/2021

Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on February 26, 2014 at 11:49am
Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on February 4, 2014 at 12:34pm

TEAM TSDLYB MEMBER MR.GEORGE JUNG WILL BE RELEASED FROM PRISON IN 4 MONTHS..HE BECAME A MEMBER 2YRS A GO HE EDUCATE OTHERS AGAINST THUG/DRUG LIFE..TEAM TSDLYB WILL BE DOING A DOCUMENTORY WITH HIM.PLUS THEY DID A MOVIE WITH HIM IN 2001 THE MOVIE BLOW WAS ABOUT HIS LIFE..NOW HE IS WORKING WITH TEAM TSDLYB.

Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on January 24, 2014 at 12:11pm

Socorro Romero #257284
ASPC Perryville, Unit Santa Rosa 3-A-39
PO Box 3500
Goodyear, AZ. 85395

Comment by The Streets Don't Love You Back on January 21, 2014 at 12:40pm

Angela Soto #1839431
Lane Murray Unit
1916 N Hwy 36 Bypass
Gatesville, TX. 76596 Release Date: 6-16-2022

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