"Aye vato hurry up they seen us, trucha!" I hear my homie killz yell at me right before we get caught up.
Oh hey there, out here they call me kreation, I've been called this since sixth-grade. Got the name agter getting jumped into a crew. If you saw me you wouldn't believe the story I'm about to tell you. I'm a tall skinny boy I don't mess with no one out here in the streets you have to be careful with how you give an impression. I live in a city that we call The DINO (deeno). But was born in the crazy city of Pomona. Two tuff cities, rival gangs, red and blue, streets and hoods. But I'm not here to give you a description of cities i want to give you my story.
"Orale foo we done fucked up" I tell killz as I shake my head in shame thinking what my mother would say once she see's my best friend and I in a cop car pulling up in front of the house. Fuck. I see the tears in my mother's eyes. The cop. The fucking cop saved my life, he told killz and me that it was our first time so he said "I'll let you two down easy I'll take you to your doorstep handcuffed and tell your mom it was all a joke. I don't want to see you guys doing that stupidity again." Thank the lord.
My mom starts a little question session for ne and my homie but damn i was to high to concentrate i told her my head was hurting and i wanted to sleep. Killz spent the night. I don't mind. We don't mind. I wake up to a loud ass bang in the street i grab my strap and go stealth mode towards outside behind some bushes. And as usually. A gang shooting. Here i go putting my nose in situations that don't involve me.
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undercity
ActionDon't expect something amazing just inspiration from how i grew up i would enjoy to see people read it and vote but if not it okay just bending my stories a little. thank you enjoy.
