The name Is Zoee and I'm an BORN SINNER.
Being raised in Compton and seeing people get shot and killed or people selling drugs on the corner is nothing out if unusual. We have people having babies at fourteen and people dying at twelve. I mean its just ridiculous. I see two or more needles on the ground within every fourth step I take. Trust none of us wished to be born here. If I could I would move in a blink of an eye. I would move into one of those real soft yellow houses with the white picket fences and windmills on the yard. But we both know that's not going to happen. So here I sit in Compton hoping I live another night. I steal and yeah I might sell a lil something something here and there but I'm a BORN SINNER what do you expect.
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Born Sinner
FanfictionThe name Is Zoee and I'm an BORN SINNER. Being raised in Compton and seeing people get shot and killed or people selling drugs on the corner is nothing out if unusual. We have people having babies at fourteen and people dying at twelve. I mean its j...
