What ppl Do For Money
Growing up in a Rat, Roach infested apartment with no heat, in the Brewster Projects. We struggled to survive daily. Life was awful when I was young. There was never enough to eat. Mother was on welfare and I never met my real father. So when she met Fats a Big Time Drug Dealer he changed our lives. I no longer wore hand me downs that hadn't been washed in weeks. Fats became that father I never had. I knew he was a Big Timer but I didn't care he was our saviour. We had everything that money could buy and then some. We moved to the West side of Detroit and Fats set up shop. Instantly Fats was doing numbers, clocking them dollars. He had spots all over 7 mile and Lahser he was really doing it. Fats was a control freak and he wanted things done his way. He had became so popular that he had developed beef in the streets. Slick and Smoke were some Good Cops Gone Bad and they were Best friends with Fats. People was getting killed left and right and Fats was the one that was trimming the Fat. I watched as Fats took over and eliminate his competition. There were drug wars and people getting killed for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. We were befriended by some killers and didn't know. My mother was savagely raped and beaten, so many horrible things happen to us. The streets of Detroit will never be the same. It made me wonder about the saying that "Money Is The Root To All Evil
Author LaSuria "Kandi" Allman
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