“ They ask us youth how do we feel, we don't respond.. suffered so much pain, we’re petrified.. every move we make.. we feel as though we’re being watched by the nearby gang members.. cant grow up to be doctors or lawyers.. cause we feel destined to be futuristic gang banger’s .. the questions us youth ask ourselves is will I be BD or GD? or will I rather fall into a very deep sleep”?

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