I'm never going back to Ohio. My favorite lil cousin fighting bytches in the street in front of my gma house. I raised her, kinda. I feel like a failure. I guess that's what happens when kids pay attention to what you do. She did, grew up, now acts like me. I want better for her, I wish she knew what I know now.
Good folks that ain't in the streets getting killed, brehs that work and take care of home...all because of some retarded youngin with no guidance or moral compass.
I wish I never did any street shyt, I feel like a liar when I tell someone my condolences, I used to condone the behavior...