The ideal of Job Corp was made with good intentions. I went to one in New York right after High School if was horrible nothing but a bunch of wanna thugs and thots. I ain't learn shyt literally had a computer class where all we did was just on MySpace. When I first walked in that bytch a nikka asked me was a blood because I had a red hoodie on

it was sad majority of them nikkas were in a gang from blood,crip, Latin Kings and folk they recruit all the new nikkas making you fee like you had to join a gang to avoid getting ganged up on. They only gave you like 12 bucks weekly allowance hence why so many people was selling drugs to maintain. So I use my little money brought a prepaid phone and a couple packs of noodles since they barely feed a nikka. This fat nikka was my roommate ate my noodles while I was out come in the room he was sleep with the bowl under his bed with fresh noodle juice in it. I was with some of nikkas they was bloods. We turned the lights off and beat the fukk out of that nikka and made him pay homage every week. I lasted their for a month because a Puerto Ricon name Jesus came in that bytch false flagging big homie made him stack up and he didn't know what he was doing so I take the blade out my mouth and cut the side of his face it was a bunch of witnesses around so they caught me and he didn't want to snitch so they didn't press charges and kicked me out. I join the army right after the rest is history