"𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗉. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗌𝖺, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖪𝖠𝖨𝖹𝖨𝖤𝖱."
Kaizier was known by many names in the streets. 9, Top, Youngboy. Alyssa, however, knew h...
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Kaizier stumbled into the house, quickly closing the door and locking it. He sighed, dropping his bag before sliding down the door. He clutched his eye, barely able to see shit as it was swollen shut.
He was left with a couple bruises, but he had won the match. Getting up, he made his way towards the freezer, pulling out some frozen peas and putting them over his eye.
He hissed, grabbing his bag and making sleepily making his way up to his room. Kaizier huffed, throwing his bag on the floor and flopping down on his bed.
"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"
"I GOT 15,000 on DEXTER!"
Kaizier was supposed to be at school, seeing as he was 15, but he skipped. He hated school and he couldn't concentrate for shit. He turned into the alleyway, seeing everyone in a big circle croweded around -- something.
They waved money in their hands, which easily got Kaizier's attention.
He needed money...and fast. His grandmother had just been admitted into the hospital for cancer, and he had no way of paying for her chemo and the bills in the house. She didn't have much money to leave him and her shitty ass insurance didn't cover even half of her medical bills.
He pushed through the people before looking at the white man who was on top of the black man, punching him. He expected them to stop the white man, but nobody did as blood continued to splash onto the white mans face, the more he punched.
When there was a snap heard, the crowd shouted louder.
"What they doin?" Kaizier asked a random man beside him.
"Street fightin boa."
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