Tryna hit a opp from the store ayy. He saw me on his neck and tryna clutch his pole ayy. He too late, I'm at his throat ayy. He's body dropping down to the floor ayy. Someone called the cops and I hit and run ayy. Running through some blocks and saw my homie callin'. He yelled at me: C'mon!!..Ran into his crib and told me to relax..and I said fo'sho. My homie he a lifesaver, I thanked god that I made it through. 2 weeks past I'm back on my feet tryna hit some blocks, I stopped in my tracks and saw all the opps and I hit U. Damn! the opps on my tail, they started shooting up but they kept missin. While running through process my gun just fell out. Tryna get it back but the opps on my tail ayy. Gotta run ahead before these fools take my ass down. Rolling on yo' own only make shit tough. I made it to the hood, and then call up for some back ups. My homies gettin strapped and running to that field. Man this field so dangerous filled with oppositions. My homies takin cover and shooting back on them. Street war just started. Minutes later bodies dropping down they started ducking they ass off.