Block 6ix9ine

Tati

Growing up in America, when you're half black and half Mexican, that shits hard enough. So think about this, you're a young black mexican that  grew up on the tough streets of Brooklyn. That shit was even worse. I came from a long line of people that fucked up there life and most of my family are weither in jail or dead. Thats just how the streets work. If you're born on these streets,you're dying there too. Its just the way it is.

My father always used to tell me in these streets its kill or be killed, you got to fight to survive, and trust me, we hold down our own. I respect my father for teaching me the ways of the streets. Not that i needed to know considering he ran them. My father was a high up ranked memeber of the bloods and when i turned 16 my father gave me two options, i could live a normal life, and have a family protect me until i decided to move on and become an adult or i could get jumped in, do my initiation and always have a family that was bigger than the roof i lived under. I was jumped in 3 days after my 16th birthday. And i wouldn't change it for the world, i know this way i got a family that would rife or die, no one disrespects us and for that the community we live in becomes a safe place too. We protect eachother out here.

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I was walking down thw street with my friends Lottie and lil thief. They were both Bloods. I was 18 now and we were on our way to make a drop off. Just as i was about to walk up by the steps when i walked straight into someone causing me to fall back but luckily for me Lottie caught me.

"Yo, nigga watch where the fuck you're going next time" Theif said to this kid. He looked around my age. He had tattoos littering his arms, 69, he has short brown hair and he looked poor as fuck. I tutted as i looked at him.

"Yo, blood its cool a'ite" he said holding his hands up.

"Blood? Nigga who is you" I asked. I recognised this kid before, a little goofy kid whos always getting picked on, his dad was killed a few years back. I had seen him around school with my brother.

"Look i dont want no trouble, im just a friend. You know marcus? Goes by lil Papi?" He asked. My breath hitched as he said his name.

"My little brother, how you know him?" I said squaring up

"Hes my guy man, we tight. He said i could initiate soon" he said. I squinted mt brows.

"Whats your name nigga?" Lottie asked.

"Danial, I get called Tekashi 69 tho" he said showing his 69 tattoos. I sighed.

"Get outta here before i smack the shit outta you kid." Theif said. Danial nodded and almost ran away. I watched him as he did. This kid seamed diffrent from what i remembered. He was more grown now, i noticed that he had more beef on him then the last time i saw him at school.

"Can you believe that little nigga, running his mouth like that." Lottie said adjusting his hat with his blood red bandana around it.

"Man you was the same way that dude was when you was young" lil theif laughed as they started bicker. But for some reason i couldnt get this kid out my head.

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When i got through the front door i went to Markus's room, he was in there smoking with some of his friends but the little Mexican dude wasn't there.

"Yo markus come here a second." I said. He sighed letting out smoke as he walked away, passing the blunt to a friend on the way out.

"Whats up sis?" He asked.

"Who the fuck is Danial?" I asked him.

"Who?" He said raising an eyebrow

"Danial, shit, the 69 kid" He deflated some air as the words came out my mouth.

"Look dont get mad a'ite, hes some kid from down the block, his dad was killed in that shooting a few years back, he been around" he said.

"A few years back? MARKUS PEOPLE DIE ON THIS BLOCK EVERY DAY" i said. He shushed me quietly and held my arms.

"Look his moms kicked him out, he ain't got no were else to go so i set him up a few corners away, he just needed someone to help him out sis, why you trippin?" He said. I closed my eyes for a second.

"Does Big homie know?" I asked. Making sure he went through the proper people to make this happen.

"Yeah sis, i ain't stupid a'ite, i told papi too" he said. That cought me off guard.

"You spoke to pops about this and not me?" I said feeling pissed. I loved my father, but i also hate how markus always goes over my head. Just as i said that the door bell went. Markus whistled on his boys and they came out the room.

"Well talk about this later, i got shit to do" he said. I sighed as we hent to walk away he turned to me.

"Oi, estoy seguro sis, te amo" he said. I nodded as he walked away. He opened the door and there stood Daniel, they dabbed up and left. I sighed and pulled out my phone.

It rang a few times before Theif picked up.

"Ay, what up sis?" He asked.

"Come over, bring weed too, imma need that shit" i said sighing.

"Shit ma, I'll be over soon." He said