Years ago when i moved back to jax. Me and my roomate who were not really experts on Jax signed a lease to rent a house that we found out later was in the hood.
Deep deep on the Eastside. We were neighbors with a well known trap house. Dudes lived literally next door. The main dude who ran it was cool and he looked out for me and my homie. We were just working stiffs. He was a cool nikka. We would hoop with him and run at hoes.
One day he introduced us to his friend. Lets call him T. We chopped it up with him and whenever he was around we would hang.
Welllll. The corner store which was ran by arabs got hit and the clerk got murdered.
Cops were looking for the guy that did it but no luck. Meanwhile one day T asked me if i could run him to his baby moms to grab some stuff and then to his mothers. I said sure.

i was off that day and was doing nothing.
Me and breh ended up chilling for awhile. Ran at some ho's. Talked shyt. Argued about sports and music. Hit the flea market and got some mix tapes. Etc... cool day.
Two days later they catch the dude who wet up the Arab in the corner store. It was T. I was