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We rode in silence like we've been doing the past few hours, there wasn't shit for us to talk about and the tension was thick, we were all on the edge and deep in thought.
There are four Tahoe SUVs, two Suburbans, and a van packed and loaded with armed niggas who ain't afraid to die. We have been to three locations and all we've gotten are bullets and wounds. We haven't lost anyone which is good but those who got badly injured were sent to get treatment.
𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡
Ace got grazed by a bullet but nigga ain't say shit until I noticed him bleeding, that didn't stop him from getting back in the Tahoe and urging the driver to hurry up to the next location.
Kyle got cut deep in the thigh and walked that shit off even tho he was bleeding like hell. By the time we got to the next location he had already patched himself up and was high off a perc.
Ty probably got a fractured rib cause the way he breathing and whizzing ain't normal but he still riding in the back with his main gun on his lap as he adjusts his semi-automatic rifle to keep himself occupied.
Nappy blue got hit on the head with a bat by some little thot at one of the spots, bro lost consciousness for almost a minute but as soon as he woke up; he emptied his clip on that bitch. I'm sure he got a fucking concussion cause my boy was confused and sick, he said didn't even know why he killed her for a minute, he just said he felt like he had to shoot her. Now his ass clutching that big ass thing he calls his head and groans in pain now and then.
We started this war for a reason, ain't no way we leaving over a lil blood and some scratches cause we know the person we're going to war for is probably experiencing something worse than whatever is happening to us during the crossfire...
