2002 was a crazy year in the 801, I remember it like it was yesterday. Several of my doggs were leavin' this place and movin' on to a better life, I was still around and things was tough.
This was before I gave up drinkin' DP and snortin' smarties. Me and fights were best friends, and growing up on Inglewood Drive, it was fight or run, and I ain't no runner.
A fight on Inglewood in Orem or in the parkin' lot of University Mall is not somethin' you ain't never seen. It is as common as the Ice around my neck.
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