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  • Gobierno Nombre: Tewhan mayordomo
  • Número de registro: 26852-050
  • Edad:34
  • Tiempo de servicio:11 años
  • Home Town:East Orange, Nueva Jersey
  • Frase:30 años.
  • Corriente de carga:RICO
  • Alias:Masacre
  • Fecha de la versión:2029
  • Prisión Afiliación:Sangre (Double ii / QSBG)
  • Círculo de Influencia:Altariq Gumbs, Emmanuel Jones, Lester Alford, Marco Miguel Robertson, Piel Marrón, David Drone, Jermaine Ray, Marcus Martin, Michael Simpson, Omar Austin, Quaheem Edwards, Torvos Simpson, Vincent Gamboa
  • Institución:USP McCreary
  • Aquí, mi vida detrás de las rejas ofrece comprensión para aquellos que se aventuran en 'la vida' sin conocimiento de sus consecuencias: la adversidad, los obstáculos y el viaje hay que viajar solos cuando se golpeó el martillo, su celular se bloquea y las luces se apagan.

Unfinished Business

When it’s cold outside it’s hotter than hell within these walls.
The temperature of mad men rise off the charts.
Anger and frustration thrust upon our everyday like mid-July mornings.
Steam seen throughout the corridors, in minutes, cold hearts and hot heads clash, leaving many frozen from the shock of prison made shank slayings.
Kingpins, drug lords and gangbangers all dressed in brown. The only difference- the force in which one pushes that steel.
No guns on this wild-side, but everyday somebody gets gunned down. Lives lost. Nothing gained. Twisted mentals justify the wrong under the laws of survival.
Sweat rains from the walls, mixed with decade old blood.

Muerte! ¡Ay, how I hate this place and what one must be willing to become in order to survive.
Ten toes, compromising for no one, came in with 5, now he’s never going home.
A quick glance that lasted a second too long. Overnight, his pride ate away at the wrong parts of his “yo”.
No one around to steer him away, so instead of dismissing the misunderstanding, lil one grab his knife, tucked it carefully; only mission- getting the misunderstanding, understood.
First move. General work call. The hallways were crowded, inmates moving about. Lil one crept through the crowds eyes open for one man.
spotted !
What came next…………

The moral to this story is pride is the death of most men whether it’s to the streets, el sistema o en otro ser humano. Don’t let pride be the death of you. I know you maybe wondering what happened to lil one. Bien, lets just say that lil one lost his life. Come to find out, the other who lost his life was never even looking in lil one’s direction..


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