Living in Fear

Personally besides fear of failing or the fear of the Devil I don't know any other fear.  Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been if I would have stayed in the area I was born, Santa Ana, California.  I'm not sitting here typing this to point fingers but it's the truth. People there fear to come out the door at night, walk around even during the day.  Gangs run roads and make people fear them.  I don't mean to point the fingers at people I know personally from there.  Sometimes I don't know if it has to do with where I grew up or how my parents raised me.  Personally me and my siblings have done everything in our powers to be the good kids we are but, our family is the one who is constantly getting talked about.  I didn't know I had to be on the streets, cursing my parents to get the sympathy note from everyone.  My cousins chose the path that they chose for their own reasons.  They can call me all the white names in the book doesn't really matter. I'm living up to my expectations for myself and not for anyone else.  The world can talk up hard words and throw up their hands.  In the end it's the person who can juggle competition that keeps moving forward not the one who keeps looking back to watch their own self.