Smart Advice for Young Chicanos

The gang, says join us and

no one will tell you what to

do. Then when you join, they

say, either you do what we

say or else!

The criminal thinks that he is

smarter than the regular people

until he outsmarts himself by

being a idiot and ends up

spending the best years of his

life locked up!

The loco, says it’s my life

and I’ll do what I want with

it. Drugs, plenty of booze, and

unprotected sex. Until one day

his body gives out and he falls

dead on the floor!

The way to success, for young

Chicanos and Chicanas is to

burn these three symbols into

their minds, the gangbanger,

criminal, and loco.

Once these three symbols are

placed within the mind and kept

there for reference, evil loses

power because young people

can avoid these three types of

persons which often cause

major problems in life.

You see, the puppet master

thrives on deception lies,

and manipulation, and so

do his people.

He cannot stand the light of

the truth, since all his weapons

are based on getting young

people to believe a lie.

Sadly, we live in a world full

of half-truths, based upon

confusion and the blurring

of the line between good and

evil.

I sincerely hope that young

Chicanos and Chicanas will

place these three symbols of

destruction within their psyche

and avoid those who would

steal their chance to achieve

success in the world!

Frank Solis Copyright 2020

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Simle Now Cry Later Oldies Song

Smile Now Cry Later

The old Vato Loco, stared at the pile

of trash under the bridge, to see if there

was anything of value that he could

sell.

When he was only 14 year’s he had

decided that he wanted to go down

“the road of tears,” that all locos and

locas go down.

He started drinking, doing hard drugs

and hanging with the wrong crowd.

As time passed, he learned the ways

of the streets, he dropped out of school,

and decided to get some tattoos on his

face.

To him they were a badge of honor,

but to others they were a warning to

stay away. However, to the police

they were welcome, as they helped

identify him whenever they were

looking for him.

He was in a relationship for a while

but he didn’t take it seriously and they

kept getting evicted out of apartments.

Finally, his woman decided to end the

craziness and left him for good taking

their baby along with her.

In and out of jail and then prison he

went locked up for years at a time.  

And the only thing he had to his name

were the clothes on his back and the

tear stained letters his mother wrote

to him while she was still alive.

He was approaching sixty-five years

old when he left prison for the final

time, and the years of hard partying

was beginning to take its toll upon

his once proud, strong, body.

Now, here he was, no money, no

family, with multiple health issues

and staring only at a pile of trash

instead of cash. Living under a bridge

is not exactly where he thought he

would end up someday.

Make sure that you avoid the

traps of “Living Mi Vida Loca,”

in your life, because it seems sweet

at first but it’s just an illusion which

hides the poison within this lifestyle.

Life can be very beautiful if we

choose to live it on the good side,

or it can become a living nightmare

if we choose to live it on the bad

side of life, and Smile Now Cry Later.

Frank Solis Copyright 2020

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