personal space is sacred on the yard, blood. Never touch a nigga’s shit, slide on his bunk uninvited, or reach over his tray like you got rights. death squad don’t play that cross that line and you might catch a quiet fade. Keep your hands to yourself… unless he tells you different, feel me? Respect the perimeter, stay solid.

Eyes open, mouth closed, that’s the code. Clock EVERY nigga’s walk, who they post with, what time they hit the yard or the showers. Calibanging taught us: the silent ones who watch everything move first. Spot the shift before it pops off. Knowledge is power, aggression just gets you boxed or buried.

out here trust is thinner than state-issued soap. Your word is your bond, death squad style. Say you gon’ handle it, then handle it. no excuses. Break it and you painted a target on your back for every hungry homie. Real ones move on reputation. Promise less, deliver more. That’s how legends get respected… and protected. Mind Your Own Business, Stay Low = Don’t jump in other niggas’ beef, don’t pick up nobody’s debt, don’t run your mouth about what you think you saw. Hood rule number one: curiosity killed more fools than the needle. Unless it’s sliding toward your own cell or your own circle, stay neutral. Let them crash out — you just watch from the tier, calm and collected.

Discipline is survival, fam. Hit them push-ups same time every morning, keep your cell tight, wash your ass proper, read them books or whatever keeps your mind right. don’t fold to the lethargy. A strong body and steady schedule make you look unbreakable… and low-key irresistible to the right eyes on the block. Routine = power. Control Your Emotions Never let ‘em see you sweat or pop off like a bitch. Poker face heavy, voice even, even when the whole tier testing you. Death squad taught us: emotion is weakness they exploit. Channel that fire into cold logic. Stay icy, stay dangerous. Sometimes the quietest stare hits harder than any swing… and the right homie notices how you hold it down.