Betrayal and Breakdown
More Than a Gangster: Part 5
Intro Paragraph (for readers)Just when it felt like something was changing—like peace might be possible—the streets reminded me who I was. And what I was capable of.This is the chapter ...
Initiation and Belonging
More Than A Gangster Part 2
By the time I was 12, I didn’t just walk the streets—I belonged to them. I wasn’t just tagging walls—I was being initiated into a life where pain was proof, ...
Blood and Betrayal: The Price of Colors in the Streets
In my hood, no one wears red. You get caught slipping, they will paint the streets red with your own blood. It was a rule, a must. This is the life I live in—except me. ...