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This is my story of growing up in South Central Los Angeles. My story is not the South Central LA on television or in music videos. Instead it is a first hand account of growing up in South Central LA "The hood". I was born in Los Angeles, CA in 1977. Ever since I was small I knew I lived in a place different from the rest of the world.

I was 5 years old when I first saw a man get arrested. It was on the #210 Crenshaw bus. A black man with corn rolls jumped onto the bus. He looked like Allen Iverson. The bus drove off and at the next stop the police got onto the bus. They arrested the man and hauled him off the bus. So much for the black male role model.

I saw my first big drug bust when I was five or six years old. It happened across the street from my family's apartment. Everything I am recounting happened on Martin Luther King Blvd. The street used to be Santa Barbara and the area I am talking about is called "The Jungle." It literally is a jungle. All the niggas in there act like monkey's and I'm still pissed off until this day at their ghettoness. Anyway, like I was saying, I saw my first drug bust at 6 years old. It was on a Friday around 6 in the evening. I was staring outside of my window looking at the street. It is a very nice area to look at because you can see the hills where the rich black people live including some of the LA Lakers. You can see Ray Charles' house in the hills too.

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