Summer had started like every single other ones. Gun fire, police sirens, yell and cries!

I was glad for one thing I was able to graduate out of high school. I’ll soon be on my way of moving away from east La with my girl. Hit the road and rise are kid with out the violence and gangs that are walking the streets now.

I had notice my friends hanging outside on my lawn smoking up.
My mother never liked them and always made them stay on the lawn like stray dogs.
My father always told them there likely path in life.

Death
Death
Death
He would tell them over and over again.
Gave one of my home boys the chill said its bad mojo for shit like that.

We thought he was always cracked in the brain from all the drugs he had down.
But on are ways on holding up a store in the locos territory he had bin shot with several guns that came are ways.
We didn’t want to leave him but had no choice unless we wanted to die there as well.
I felt like the biggest coward just leaving him there bleeding to death.