Originally Posted by
hitman619
if you ain't never been to the ghetto, don't ever come to the ghetto. cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto. so stay the fuck outta the ghett
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My step-brother was from Grape Street. Back in the 90's, I'd do drops for him. Crazy shit. Had a couple of guns to my head just because.
Me being light skinned and him REALLY black, dressing like a surfer, and speaking all prim and proper like I do, I could have gotten fucked up if I ventured too far without him. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes to myself, and didn't speak unless spoken to.
Hitman's right. Anything could pop-off.