The neon signs of 116th Street blurred through the rain-streaked window of the Uber. For Nya, coming back to Harlem wasn't just a change of scenery; it was a return to the epicenter of her greatest love and her deepest heartbreak. And at the center of it all was Keem-Sugarhill Keem-the boy who held the streets in his palm and Nya's heart in his fist.
"Quit playing with me word to my dead i'll blow yo back out"
'You gone blow my back out with yo gun or d*ck"
Imagine beefing with someone who secretly wants you but will still kill you