As I look back to some of those nights it's scary, because I was around nothing but desperate addicts all day looking for someone to link. I could've been that one to step in the alley at the wrong time to drain the weasel and been shot and robbed. I thank God for being there for me by my side. I think if I didn't have him I wouldn't still be living. So when I get out this time I have to make that up by going the right way, the only way for a brother to succeed.
People take the risk of getting their butts blasted when they claim colors.
They can't go to certain cities because of the colors they wear. People get smoked for throwing up numbers. You got to stay in certain places. You can't go nowhere with the the wrong colors, especially by yourself. I just claim my click, my rap group, and that is all.