Trap Kingz

Trap Kingz

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Black men, you do not have to sell drugs or run the streets. Get educated and teach the youth that they can do better and don't have to settle for a drug life.
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The Pack

Moving to Chicago, I never thought it would be like this. I never thought I would have the friends I have today, I never believed that I would be accepted into there pack. I always felt like an outsider and they didn't do anything to make me feel like I was welcomed either. I had to earn my way into there pack and I did, but I didn't do it alone. In a way each of them helped me, it may not seem like it but they did. We're all alike in different ways....we all have our inner issues that were dealing with and we all have done things were not proud of. But we help each other get through that shit, were there for each other when we feel like we have no one left, no one on our side. We accept each other, understand each other, flaws and all, we're a pack, a family, and just like every other family we fight. But at the end of the day we stand together and put our differences aside.

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