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I've been thinkin. It was kinda weird how when we were touring the prison I already knew where almost everything was. It's like I had been there before. Thought i was goin crazy or some shit. Just last night i remembered my dad use to go to prison. I didn't know which one though, so I asked my mother. And she told me it was limestone. I was pissed at the fact she didn't tell me at first cause she knew where the class was going. I use to go visit my dad there when I was like 3...crazy how i remembered that place.

That place is so rough, I need to get my act together before I wind up locked up or dead. There are 3 gangs around here. Theyre divided by cities:

Sheffield, AL - Track Boys/ Track Girls
Leighton, AL - Dream Team
Tuscumbia, AL - Roc Boys/ Roc Girls

I claim the Roc. Been a Roc Girl for 7 months now. At first the shit was a click thing. Jus people you hung wit that jus went by a name, no big deal. But now the shit is starting to get crazy. My girls/niggas be gettin jumped n shit. I'm havin to jump in every fight my friends be in. Da shit gets tiring. I hang wit my nigga Nico da most. Sometimes me and my homies be walkin the streets of Sheffield just lookin for trouble. The track niggas can't beat us, we know that, so we like to pick fights wit them. There's nothin more fun than takin all my frustration and anger out by punchin track hoes in the face. Sometimes Nico and Brandon carry a gun, they have no intention on shootin anyone tho. People i use to be cool wit in Leighton and Sheffield hate my ass now. I wish i could get outa this and be neutral, but once you get in this type of shit, there is no getting out. i'm in this shit for good.