Everything was beautiful growing up in sleepy North Philly.
Had a tremendous bunch of good friends.
Life was good.
The city started rebuilding old houses in the neighborhood.
Never really thought to much about it!
Once the City's rebuilding plan was finished.
All one could think about is...
What, or who, will be our new neighbors?
Moving from block to block coming home.
An unfamiliar face sat on one of the porches of the homes the City had remodeled.
Being friendly a hand of friendship was extended.
To the newcomer.
And just like that.
Friends where made.
One says?
Money or Woman should never end a friendship.
But when a friend steals from another.
Punishment seems worser than one handed down to a stranger!
Shit felt kind of odd.
Coming home to a burglary.
And to find out it was a friend.
Shit hit the fan.
Text messages set the scene.
That would shed more blood then the drug wars of the late 80's
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