Atlanta. (urban)
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Last published Fri, Jun 9, 2017
"You think your life is going to turn out like the books when you can get shot 10 times and come back to life huh? It's not, you gone die at the top, or you gon die trying to get there. Go home babygirl, don't do this," Marco said as he pulled up to my house.
I just looked. My eyes were bloodshot red. I didn't say anything. I realized that there's no way out of this shit. I was a target and everybody was out to get me.
July 1, 2013 -- When this shit started.
October 5, 2014 -- When I got out of this shit.
"I swear they just want to see me dead man. Who knocks a bitch off they hustle when they successful? These bum ass people, that's who," I said as I got out the car.
Atlanta. Blatlanta. Clatlanta. Thotlanta. Juuglanta. Hoodlanta.
I swear Atlanta made me, and these niggas won't stop until they break me.
I loaded my gun and walked in the house, the last thing I needed was some surprise attacks from some broke boys.
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