I was never a perfect child. I was always in shit. From spray painting walls with graffiti to even cussing out the teachers I ain't like. I trusted no one, not even my own crew. I know they'd turn their back on me if we got caught. That's always the case & I can't get caught again. I just got out of the big house.
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Pt. 2 :
You could say I was a tomboy , maybe a dike for short you know? I ain't really care. That's what everyone says just by looking at me. Most guys stare me down but the fucks I gave for them was none. They ain't respect me & I ain't respect them. Thats the game. This is why I stay to myself. I only fuck with my crew, & If you ain't in it. Then I ain't with it. You play by the rules & do what I gotta do to survive. This is no game & out here niggas die trying to survive. The streets of L.A. ain't nothing to play with you hear?
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"Gang$ta Girl"
Non-Fictionwhen I was five, my dad left. I was an only child. growing up off the streets won't easy. selling dope just to put food on the table & clothes on my back. my story? what story...I ain't have one. the streets was my home. school? bullshit. I can lear...
