Unfortunalty I have many times. I had two homeboy's die in my arms as we waited for emergency service. My younger homie RIP Turttle's last words were "Tell my Mom I love her". Shit ripped thru my heart like knives, even worse when his Mom blamed me, and flipped on me at the funneral. I never felt so low, but I still continued on my path of self destruction until bullets hit home literally. After holding another one of my homies durring his last moments, I then knew, that life was not for me. I walked away from my hood and promised my self, for my Mom, I was going to turn it around. I did! End of story...

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!