Conversations with Myself
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Ongoing, First published Aug 15, 2018
Lot of trials and tribulations come with the cold game played in the streets of Detroit, Michigan. 48204. The area that they know about, the place they stay away from.

Love don't live in the streets, and dreams dont awaken you. Consequences and repercussions come with the game of being a drug dealer. Sacrifices and decisions are made, risks are taken, but you always gotta remember this is a lifestyle not a choice. Once taken for granted you either in it, or you out. DEAD. Some live this lifestyle just to feed their family, while for others its their destiny. 



Successful businessman, drug dealer, and human trafficker. Street smart and even better , book smart. Head on with the game and ALWAYS prepared for whatever is to come. 
You know money is knowledge, money is happiness, but most importantly money is the root to all evil. Mackie soon learned those things were more than just a saying. He also learned to keep his eyes open and his head on straight as no one, and yes I mean NO ONE was to be trusted in this life he lives

    Read to find out the drastic events of      Mackie's inside life.
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"This is why you mind the business that pays you... remember ?" He kissed my neck walking back in the shop. I tried to stop the smile that appeared on my face but I just couldn't. "YO SHY." I turned around to see a guy in a mask aiming his gun towards me out of his car. My eyes widened as I started running towards the alley. I climbed as I quickly looked back to see two people dressed in all black chasing me. I screamed as the gate scratched me. I jumped down fidgeting for my gun. Shots began to fire as a bullet scrapped my skin of my arm. "FUCK!" I turned around shooting back as I hit one in the head. I picked up my speed as I seen traffic down a hill. •• Impressive Ranking #4 in gangsta hashtag out of 1000+