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Don't you grow up in a hurry your momma be worried, it was apart the story even the scary nights.
- violent crimes kanye west
My violent nights
in which.. kasani falls in love with her brother bestfriend..
in which.. kevin find interest in jake's little sister
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the black female cop took me into the interrogation room. once i saw the camera, i exclaimed, "help me! this some police brutality shit in here!"
the cop quickly shut me down, saying, "boy, don't even try to pull that shit with me."
"yes, ma'am,"i muttered, deflated.
"good," she said, as she sat me in the chair, handcuffed.
i looked around the sterile room, trying to calm my racing heart. i knew i was in deep trouble, and my mind was spinning with ways to get out of this mess.
when the detective walked in the room, he introduced himself as detective cruz, a middle-aged white man. he stuck his hand out to shake mines, and we shook hands, but i accidentally dapped him up.
cruz sat down and asked, "who runs 63rd?"
i leaned back in the chair. "i know a lot of shit, detective, but you know what y'all police do. y'all just make shit up 'cause y'all the police."
cruz raised an eyebrow. "oh, well, that's good to know."
i took a glanced at cruz's feet. "and what do you have on? what are those?"
cruz looked confused. "what?"
"those shoes them shit ugly."
cruz shifted in his seat, trying to steer the conversation back. "what were you doing around that body?"
