So, am I the bad guy? It would seem…maybe the kid just wanted to have fun. Maybe he was lost. Maybe the streets corrupted his heart and mind…so many maybes. Well, a villain he is. The kid just wanted to
go hard, whatever it took to gain respect. When they spoke his name, it was honored, respectfully, amongst us all. Power moves the table; have you ever heard that expression? It’s true in many ways. The kid wanted this…

Quick trip on Franklin Road. What are you doing, homie? It’s free. Fuck, you talking about! You’re crazy, lil homie. Nah, homie, I’m just down! Get in! Nah, I’m gonna get this shit first, which I do.
I was stealing in front of their faces; crazy how I didn’t get caught. I went back and forth trying to get as much beer as I could, putting it into the car. Let’s go, fam; it’s hot out here, meaning
police on the lookout, patrolling the streets. Too many police, especially on Franklin Road; it stays hot, homie. A guy got put into a coma last week; pussy-ass Brownside always jumping a Mexican.
You’re done! Chill out, bitch. Stop being scary! Hurry the fuck up! Alright, let’s go, fam!

On the way, I’m still thinking I’ve got to hit them hoe-ass Brownside. It’s like I thought it into existence. I see this fool with a Brown bandana. I tell psycho homie, “Fool, Brownside.” He says, “Nah!
Look, bitch, he flagged up! Stop the car! Nah, homie, we’ll come back on foot with the homies. Fuck that. I can take him one on one, homie. Crush that hoe! Chill, lil homie. Fuck! We get back to the apartment.
I’m telling, “Hurry the fuck up! Fool’s gonna get away.” It’s twenty of us in all that day. Dopey stuck by my side. We follow that pussy, but we fucked up because it’s too many, plus it’s hot outside. Come on!
Twenty following one red flag; stupid! And as soon as he looks back, he takes off. Fuck that! Catch that hoe! Fool hit the cut, but shit, I was so high, I threw up. So, I stop to throw up some more. Dopey says,
“You good, fam?” I tell him, “Yeah, just had to get that out. Let’s go, fam.”

As soon as we start running towards where the guy, plus homies, hit the cut, homies running back towards us. Fool says, “Police, bitch!” Fuck! Now, I’m stuck, but I’ve got to move fast. I see some buildings, fences out back. I say, “Fuck it, homie, run past me towards that direction.” I go jump the fence. I see lights, but I keep running until I hit homie dead on. Bitch, you tripping. Nah, homie, get out of my way!
Bitch, I lost my shoe. Fuck that shoe. If they catch us, your bitch ass ain’t gonna have no shoes, pussy. Fuck, they’re coming, bitch. We’re in between some apartments; a barbed wire fence separates them.
I love Chuck Taylor’s; they fit perfectly in fences, kind of like footholds. So, I climb. Fuck it, but my pants are so baggy. I get stuck; the lights and sirens are getting closer. Fuck, now I’m wiggling like crazy,
and the wire is digging into my knee. I break free and just drop to the other side, pants torn, running as fast as I can.

I hear the sounds fade, and I’m close to homie’s house, the homie that lost his shoe with me. I’m so high I ain’t even feel the damn cut on my knee. But we’re free, no sounds of police, we lost them, and then
I feel it, the warmth of the blood going down my leg:(. I look, and a flap of skin is hanging off my knee, and I can see the bone:(. I see little stars, literally. I sit down, homie says, “What’s up?” Look, bitch,
I gotta go to the hospital. He don’t respond too much blood; he’s scared. So, I tell him, “Call my people, fam.” They do, and my family takes me to the hospital. The nurse is cleaning the wound, but this
bitch starts pulling my skin, and I’m yelling, “Bitch, stop pulling my shit!” She says, “Stop being a baby! Fuck you!” But she numbs the area so I couldn’t feel it as they stitched me up. My cousin took pictures
like it was cool. I just wanted to go home, bitch-ass police make you run for your life, fam, no lie. And the kid doesn’t want to go to jail. Who does…