A gang related story that speaks on and shows what being in a gang consists of, or how being around it and growing up into that environment effects things, how the rest of the world may look at the American flag's colors (red, white, and blue) versus how black men from a neighborhood of gangs see it. To them, the red, white and blue symbolizes land of the free, home of the brave, justice and liberty for all, as to blacks we see those colors as diversity (separation), violence, wrong set, and a different hood.
Warning: Not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Contains graphic sex scenes, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only.
So basically this story is not for everyone, this is R18!! if you're 17 below, please find another story because this is not suitable for you.