Pup

Bein' the lil' sister in the gang ain't as fun as I thought it would be. I mean, growin' up in Harlem wasn't too bad, but it wasn't good either.

I try to be strong in front of the guys, my brothers really, but they treat me like I'mma lil' kid or somethin'. A fish outta water.

In this gang, I'm called Pup, since our gang is called the Night Howlers. Whenever we 'bout to bust up another gang in our territory, or if another gang bust up someone from our pack, we howl at the moon. No joke. We always strike at night, that way the other gang doesn't see us comin'.

You would think a gang like us lives in the woods, hood, or projects, but we really live on the rich side of Queens. Y'know, where all the bags of green are.

Everyday I'm tryna prove my worth and show off my strength, but with the Betas and Subordinates pushin' me 'round and treatin' me like an Omega, how can I prove myself to the Alpha of the gang?