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Episode 2 -'the police is yourfriEND'


A typical po'po within this clans enjoy to deal with 'snitch' situations..
In my neighborhood, we have no business with the police. So they help themselves at the slightest situations such as, minor matters like an argument between two friends on a girl.
On a cool Sunday evening, I got engaged in a street fight i knew nothing of, well i was self defending. The craziest brother in my neighborhood took me passing by the street during their crew's argument personal, so he tried making me a victim, well, i was going to resist, i wasn't some damned little nigga prey to feast on, while I was feeling all doped up, i realized i was  disadvantaged by the numbers, so when it was about to get to its peak between I and the crew, other street niqqas got involved, ofcause it was gangs and frats stuff. Before i knew what was up, a street fight had evolved, it was barks! and bottles, and shouts, and bellows and punches and stone rain ;fact was, i wasn't the target anymore, but i can't just walk out without a broken bottle piece landing on my head, or a punch on my face. It really was RED.
Then i heard sirens. Damn! THANK GOD FOR THE POLICE..!

Every body looked at each other. In there wild thoughts it was the question
"Man! who snitched? Who called the po'po?.." we don't do po'pos here.who called the damn po'po!!. 😂
#9jabloggers.
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