If only I had the peace of mind to walk the streets knowing that no one is after me, life would be so much easier. But here in Harlem no one's safe, not even the police because everyone knows it's the gangs that run shit. Ever since I was a child my brother had been the leader of the Harlem Hoodies a well known gang that ran Grove Street, but after his death things started …showed first 75 words of 1760 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1760 total…to this war. For a moment I thought all hope was gone, sitting here witnessing the harsh consequences of my actions, and what is to become the reality for the rest of my life. How did it come to this? Running, hiding, fighting, for what? I know now, what is done is done, and as terrifying as it may seem, the truth in this city is that there's only one type of justice, STREET JUSTICE.