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I don't know about any of yall but I grew up in the hood and got the hell out of there at 17 for a reason. Aside from getting knocked up but that's a whole other diary entry...
The streets were rough with drama going on any day of the week. From cat fights between tacky hood rats, drug raids, beat downs and what have you.... Issues were constant in such a concentrated area where it's mostly dominated by the drug dealers and assorted family members living just down the street from each other . So if someone got out of hand growing up, all you had to say was "I'ma get my cousins after you" and if you came from a big ass family like I do someone was getting a round of ass whoopins from a crew. And that's how we survived.
I managed to dodge bullets, ghetto drama or a nice crack addiction but years and a virtual world later I kinda feel like I moved back into the hood. WTF?
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