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WHATZ GOOD FAM.....I WAS JUST WONDERIN DO ANY OF YALL MISS ME AND MY STORIEZ AND COMMENTZ....LMAO....JUST BULLSHITIN....LMAO....I MIGHT BE BACK SOON

 
Everything ran smooth for over a year. I would skim my mom her lil share
of the dope I was holdin off the top and meet her in the alley to give it to
her. My older cousin used to have my cousin P who's a year older than me
which is his nephew holdin for him before I came along, but he started
some Jr. football shit and I guess I was next in line for the duty. Shit
I was glad my cousin was off playin football somewhere because had he
not been, he probably would have been stepping on my toez,by getting in
the way of the 40 dollars a day I grew to depend on. In the early 90z
just barely in my teenz, my 40 dollars a day at least 5 days out of a
week was more than what most adult make working a full time job. I can
remember how my young small red azz used to feel, like somebody important
as I rode around with my cousin in his old school Malibu with the
daytons ...

 
In my neighborhood, being black and growin up poor went hand in hand.
With an absent father, and a part time mother who was a fulltime
prostitute, turning to the streetz seemed like the only option to make it
out the hood. I learned at an early age that on my block, the drug
dealerz, pimpz, and hustlerz were looked up to; while the
dopefiendz, hoez, and have notz were looked down on. It was the late 80z,
the hoe business was boomin and the drug of choice was cocaine injected
into the vein by way of a syringe. The early 90z brought about a drastic
change after a cat from Cali introduced the world to a new form of
cocaine called crack, which had started an epidemic and was at a wide
spread in damn near every inner city in America. Prostetic pimps profitz
declined while hoez from stroll to stroll began to jump ship and work to
support their habit, my mother ...