Crime Boss
The boys on the corner trade an education for a gun, you ever ask why? He has no expectations so he smokes weed for comfort and takes up the gun for an occupation... no one told him what was right or wrong his father was gangster and the cycle continues.
You can't tell a man how to live if he doesn’t know what's right or wrong he just do what he knows...survival… He has no education, no hope for a job he’s now a father teaching his son about the gun. The cycle of poverty continues and he's now a man, the C.E.O of crime.
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