If only I had the peace of mind to walk the streets knowing that no one is after me, life would be so much easier. But here in Harlem no one's safe, not even the police because everyone knows it's the gangs that run shit.
Ever since I was a child my brother had been the leader of the Harlem Hoodies a well known gang that ran Grove Street, but after his death things started to go down the drain and it was my turn to take over the throne and seek revenge on those that killed Biggie. It isn't easy but overtime I got used to it. Having to keep the crew alive, keeping them motivated and treatin…
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