rsd1200
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ETA: This is not political, to me, at this juncture. This is just our story.
Mine went the way of the Gangsta subculture, but with a distinct interest in Horrorcore Rap. I love music. He'd loved music since he was a baby. I have a pic of him with his first little Playschool Cassette Recorder, and headphones. Totally immersed, in Barney songs, at about age 4. Cute as could be.
There is no "Gangsta" culture here. We live in Appalachia... We have some good old fashioned, good ole boys, but that's about the size of it. Mine dressed the part too. No matter what I bought, he'd get to school, and trade it out, or come back from Dad's with a whole new wardrobe, scrounged from the others, about two sizes too big. Yes there were a handful of other kids who were into the horrorcore too, and gangsta look. Birds of a feather. (I have 2-3 of his friends, who come by to check in on me ever so often, these days.
). Has anyone here listened to Horrorcore? I listened to it, out of curiosity and checking to see what he was "into", and am NO shrinking violet, but, based on some of the trouble we were having, I didn't feel it was a genre I should support, at home. His favorite? ICP. What was his first underage tatt? A large Hatchetman, on his forearm. I decided, NO rap, then (and I even like rap).
Ffwd, 15+ years, and many wars later, w/ music snuck in constantly, combined with chasing him around the county, visiting nearly ever jail in a 100 mile radius, and, when looking back, I should'a picked my battles and just let him have his rap. Alice Cooper and Black Sabbath likely saved my life. My son didn't turn out to be a killer, because he wrote disturbing, (to me, as a mother), lyrics.
He went into that kind of music, however, that is his outlet. I was taking away his outlet. He still writes, does some shows, creates vids, and is locally fairly popular (for our region). I've even gone to a couple of his shows. He's a heck of a showman. He wears Riddle Box clothes, and the like, almost all the time, when he's not in county... No, he's still not got life figured out, but he's not violent. He has a good heart, and is very creative, but the word "No", was not included in his vocabulary. His reactions have tempered with time and we still argue and fight, but end every call or goodbye, with an "I love you". He's back on meds now, but has lost that little "spark", in his eyes.
That's the bad part of meds. He's more calm now, though, and going through another drug treatment program. Yep, another one. He's not really an addict though. He self medicates, and sometimes he doesn't get it right, b/c he is not a doctor, so we've had some scares there too. He told my parents that he didn't know what he'd do without me. The feeling is mutual. It's been a long ride, but I would never give him up, nor give up on him. My guess is that the parents of these two kids felt the same. (If you ever find this, son, and know it's me, I love you. :heartbeat: Just trying to help others, understand.)
ETA: This is not political, to me, at this juncture. This is just our story.
Mine went the way of the Gangsta subculture, but with a distinct interest in Horrorcore Rap. I love music. He'd loved music since he was a baby. I have a pic of him with his first little Playschool Cassette Recorder, and headphones. Totally immersed, in Barney songs, at about age 4. Cute as could be.
There is no "Gangsta" culture here. We live in Appalachia... We have some good old fashioned, good ole boys, but that's about the size of it. Mine dressed the part too. No matter what I bought, he'd get to school, and trade it out, or come back from Dad's with a whole new wardrobe, scrounged from the others, about two sizes too big. Yes there were a handful of other kids who were into the horrorcore too, and gangsta look. Birds of a feather. (I have 2-3 of his friends, who come by to check in on me ever so often, these days.

Ffwd, 15+ years, and many wars later, w/ music snuck in constantly, combined with chasing him around the county, visiting nearly ever jail in a 100 mile radius, and, when looking back, I should'a picked my battles and just let him have his rap. Alice Cooper and Black Sabbath likely saved my life. My son didn't turn out to be a killer, because he wrote disturbing, (to me, as a mother), lyrics.
He went into that kind of music, however, that is his outlet. I was taking away his outlet. He still writes, does some shows, creates vids, and is locally fairly popular (for our region). I've even gone to a couple of his shows. He's a heck of a showman. He wears Riddle Box clothes, and the like, almost all the time, when he's not in county... No, he's still not got life figured out, but he's not violent. He has a good heart, and is very creative, but the word "No", was not included in his vocabulary. His reactions have tempered with time and we still argue and fight, but end every call or goodbye, with an "I love you". He's back on meds now, but has lost that little "spark", in his eyes.
