Chapter 1

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Riding down the streets of L.A. in my GMC truck, I could see everything It was graffiti on every corner. Niggas selling dope to adults, teenagers, and kids. It was sad to people who didn't grow up in L.A but, to people like me it's the norm. My dad came to be the leader of the infamous Blood gang in L.A people fear him and his crew. Nobody dared to mess with me or my brother Raymond, they knew the consequences of messing with us. We were always protected after my mom was killed. Things was heavy without her i remember it like it was yesterday. My dad hurts from it because she was his true happiness and we still looking for her killer. I was 6 when she got shot right in front of me n my brother's eyes it was tragic. From that day i learned not to trust a soul not even the one's i live with. Everyday i question my brother because he is always hiding stuff when i open his room door telling me to get the fuck outta his buissness. I just keep my distance at times but i'll still kill anyboy for him.
But i figure i should get into what happened when my mom got shot because i know if i dont talk about it now it will hit me hard later and hurt 20x more than usual.

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