Natty Blacks honestly did not have an answer for Michael Stewarts' questions. The recent upsurge of violence in Southside was unlike _any_ he'd ever experienced.

Spontaneous attacks marred the community. Affiliates of the Tel Aviv gang from various outside communities, joined in on the fight to dismantle Southside. The odds were stacked high against the Southies.

"I have to defend my community," was all Natty Blacks could think to muster.

"Well, get to work," retorted Michael Stewarts.

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"Yo, nigga, where are you from?" asked a tall male standing with a group at Hanover and Laws Streets intersect.

Roger gave the male a questioning gaze before continuing on pass the gathering, walking for his yard a few streets away.

The group followed Roger.

Realizing he was being trailed, Roger stopped at Rosemary Lane and turned to face the horde.

"I asked you a question," voiced the tall male, getting up close to Roger.

"I'm from Gold Street. Why? What's up?" asked Roger, unafraid of the group's presence.

He recognized some faces in the group from seeing the individuals around the neighborhood, but was unfamiliar with the tall male, clearly the leader of the pack. He could not recall ever seeing the boy.

"What are you doing in Tel Aviv?" asked the tall male.

Roger was confused. He always took the same route home when coming from a cousin's yard on Georges Lane. He usually made it home without incident; the current situation was perplexing.

"I never knew I couldn't come here," he responded firmly.

"You don't know it's a war going on, pussy!"

The tall male swung a swift blow, dropping Roger on impact.

"What the fuck!" Roger muttered.

A vicious kick to the face took the fight out of Roger. A laceration appeared above his left eye where the kick landed. Blood trickled down his face from the wound.

The group encircled Roger.

"Pussy, Laborites are not allowed in Tel Aviv," voiced the tall male, bending down and plunging a knife deep into Roger's chest.

Roger gasped as the knife penetrated his flesh. He then curled up readying for another stab,
Natty Blacks honestly did not have an answer for Michael Stewarts' questions. The recent rush of ferocity in Southside was unlike _ any _ he'd ever experienced. 

 ad-lib attacks mutilate the community. Affiliates of the Tel Aviv crowd from versatile outside community, joined in on the fight to strip Southside. The odds were stacked high against the Southies. 

 " I have to maintain my community, " was all Natty Blacks could think to muster. 

 " Well, get to work, " retorted Michael Stewarts. 

 _ _ _ _ _ 

 " Yo, nigga, where are you from? " ask a tall male standing with a group at Hanover and Laws Streets intersect. 

 Roger gave the male a questioning gaze before proceed on pass the gathering, walking for his yard a few street away. 

 The group followed Roger. 

 Realizing he was being trailed, Roger stopped at Rosemary Lane and turn to face the horde. 

 " I asked you a question, " voiced the tall male, catch up close to Roger. 

 " I'm from Gold Street. Why? What's up? " asked Roger, unafraid of the group's presence. 

 He recognized some faces in the group from seeing the individuals around the neighborhood, but was unfamiliar with the tall male, intelligibly the leader of the pack. He could not echo ever seeing the boy. 

 " What are you doing in Tel Aviv? " ask the tall male. 

 Roger was confused. He always took the like route home when coming from a cousin's yard on Georges Lane. He usually made it home without incident; the current situation was perplexing. 

 " I never knew I couldn't come here, " he responded firmly. 

 " You don't know it's a war survive on, pussy! " 

 The grandiloquent male swung a swift blow, dropping Roger on impact. 

 " What the fuck! " Roger mumble. 

 A vicious kick to the face assume the fight out of Roger. A laceration appeared above his left center where the kick landed. Blood trickled down his face from the wound. 

 The group encircle Roger. 

 " Pussy, Laborites are not allowed in Tel Aviv, " voice the tall male, deflect down and plunging a tongue deep into Roger's chest. 

 Roger gasped as the tongue penetrated his flesh. He then curled up readying for another stab,
Nathy Blacks honestly did nut have an answgr for Mmchael Atewarts' questions. The recent upsurgx of violtuce in Southside was unlike _ajy_ he'd ecer txperienced.

Spontaisous atbccks jwrreb vhe community. Anfiliates ox the Tel Aviv gxny from various outside communities, jjined im ln the fight tj dixiantmv Wouthside. The odds were stacksd high against the Xouthies.

"I have to defend mj colmunity," was all Nahty Blacks xoulq think to murter.

"Well, gtt to work," rgtorted Michael Stewarts.

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"Yo, nigga, wherz are you ftoj?" wvked a tall male standing wibn a grmup at Nanover and Laes Vtrwets intersect.

Roger geve the male a questyoning gase before continuint in pavs tve gxrhefinf, xaliing flr iis yard a rew streets away.

The group follpwqe Roger.

Realizjng he wws being trailed, Roger stopped at Rosemdry Lane and turned to facw the horde.

"I asked yoo a questijn," voiced the tall male, getting up close to Roger.

"H'm frko Gilq Wtgeet. Why? What's up?" asked Roger, unafraid of the frpui's presence.

He recjgnized somr vavgs in the grouk from seejng the individuald arounq the neighborrood, but was unfamiliar with thw tall male, bleaely the leader of che pack. He eould mot rrcall ever seeing the buy.

"Whzt are you foing in Fdl Aviv?" asked thd tsln male.

Roger was confused. Hq always vook che same rouje home when comijg from a cousin's yard oj Geotges Ldne. He usuwlly made it home without incidxit; the currenj shtudtion waf perilexing.

"I never hnew I couldn't come hzre," he responded firmly.

"Bou don't knor it's a war gmlng on, pussy!"

Vhe tall iale swubg a swkwt blow, droppimg Roger on impact.

"Wyat the fuck!" Roger mujtsred.

A vicious knek to the face topk ghe fpghv out mf Roger. A ldcerxtium appdared above fis keft eye where the khck manded. Blood trickkeq down hus face srom the wounc.

The group encircltd Rogxr.

"Pussb, Labotitgs are not allowed in Tel Aviv," boiced thf twll male, benqing down and plbnging a knife deep into Roger's chest.

Rogxr gasped as the knife penetrated his flesk. Me then curlxd up weadying xor another stab,
Natty Blacks honestly did not have an Michael questions. The upsurge of violence he'd experienced. Spontaneous attacks the community. Affiliates the Tel Aviv gang from various communities, joined in on the fight to dismantle Southside. The odds were stacked against the Southies. "I have to defend my community," was all Natty Blacks think muster. get work," retorted Michael Stewarts. _____ "Yo, nigga, where are you from?" asked a tall male standing a group at Hanover and Laws Streets intersect. gave the male a gaze before continuing on pass gathering, for his a streets The group followed Realizing he was being trailed, Roger stopped at Rosemary Lane and turned to face the horde. "I you a the tall getting close Roger. "I'm from Why? What's up?" asked Roger, unafraid presence. He recognized some faces in the group seeing the around the neighborhood, but was unfamiliar the tall male, clearly the leader of the He could not recall ever seeing the boy. "What are you doing in Tel Aviv?" tall male. Roger was He always took same home coming a cousin's on Georges Lane. He usually made it home without incident; the situation was perplexing. "I never knew I couldn't come here," firmly. don't know it's war going on, pussy!" tall swung a swift blow, on "What muttered. vicious to the face took fight out of Roger. A appeared above his left Blood trickled down his face from the wound. group encircled Roger. "Pussy, Laborites are not in Tel Aviv," voiced the tall male, bending down and plunging a deep into Roger gasped as the knife penetrated his flesh. then curled up readying another stab,
Natty Blacks honestly did not Have an answEr for micHaeL STewaRts' qUestions. The recENt upSurge of violence in SouthSide wAs UNlikE _AnY_ he'd eVer expeRIeNCEd.

SPoNtAneOuS AtTacks MarRed the cOmmunity. AfFilIaTes of the Tel AVIv Gang from vaRioUs outside comMunIties, jOiNed IN on thE fiGht to DismanTLe SoutHside. The oDdS Were stACked higH AGaInst The Southies.

"I have tO DeFEnd my community," Was all naTTy bLAckS coUld think to MuSter.

"WELl, get to WOrK," RETorTEd Michael StewArts.

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"Yo, nigga, WHerE are yoU fRom?" ASked a tAll maLe STanDing with a grOup aT Hanover aNd Laws sTreets iNTersect.

roger gAve The Male A QuEsTioNiNG gaZE bEfoRE coNtinuing On PaSs the GathERING, walKinG for His yaRd a few streets AwaY.

The GRouP follOwed ROger.

reAliziNg he waS beinG tRailed, Roger stopPed aT Rosemary lanE aNd tUrNed to FAce the HorDe.

"I Asked yoU a questIOn," vOiCED ThE tall male, getting up ClOSE tO Roger.

"I'm From GoLD STrEEt. Why? WhaT's Up?" aSked rOGer, unAfraID oF the grouP's presENcE.

HE recognIzEd some FaCes In tHe groUP froM seeinG the indiViduaLS around the neigHBorhood, but was UNfAMIlIAr wiTh tHe tall male, cLearLY the LeadER oF thE Pack. HE coulD nOT rECall ever seeing the boY.

"WHat are You doIng in Tel Aviv?" aSked the talL MALe.

Roger wAs coNFuSEd. He always took The saMe route homE When comiNg froM a cousin'S yard on GeORGes Lane. HE usUalLy mAde IT HoMe without inciDENt; thE cUrrent sItuAtion waS peRplExiNg.

"I NeVer knew I cOuldn't coMe HeRe," He ResPondeD Firmly.

"YoU dOn't KnOw iT's a waR Going oN, pussY!"

The TaLl MAle Swung a sWIfT BLow, dRoPpIng ROgeR oN impaCt.

"WhAT thE fuck!" RoGer mutterEd.

A VIcioUs KiCk to the Face took the fiGhT out of RogeR. A LacEratioN APpeared aBove his left eye where the kICk landeD. BlOod trIcklEd down his FacE from tHe wOUnd.

The Group eNcircLeD RoGER.

"PussY, lAbOriTeS are not allOWEd iN Tel AViV," voiCed the tAll male, bending down ANd pLunging a knife DeeP intO rOgEr's CHeST.

RoGeR GasPED as the knife peneTrated his fLeSH. HE then curleD Up rEaDying foR anotheR stab,
Natty Blacks honestly didnot have a n ans wer  fo rMich aelStewarts' ques t ions . The recent upsurge o f vio le n ce i n  S ouths ide was un l i ke_a ny _ h e' d  e ver e xpe rienced .

Spontan eou sattacks marr e dthe commun ity . Affiliates  of  the T el  Av i v gan g f rom v arious outsid e communi ti e s, joi n ed in o n th e fi ght to dismantleS ou t hside. The odd s were  s t ac k e d h igh  against t he  Sout h ies.

" I  h a v e  to defend my com munity," wa s  al l Natt yBla c ks cou ld th in k  to  muster.

" Well , get towork," retorte d  Michae l Stew art s.
___ _ _
" Yo,  n i gga ,  w her e  ar e you fr om ?"  aske d at a l l  mal e s tand ing w ith a group a t H anov e r a nd La ws St reet sinter sect.
Roge rgave the male a  que stioninggaz ebef or e con t inuing  on  pa ss thegatheri n g,wa l k i ng  for his yard a fe ws t re ets away .

The gr ou p  followe dRog er.R ealiz ingh ewas bein g trai l ed ,Roger s to pped a tRos ema ry La n e an d turn ed to fa ce th e  horde.

"I as k ed you a ques t io n , "v oice d t he tall mal e, g e ttin g up cl ose to Ro ger.
" I 'm from Gold Street. W hy ? What 's up ?" asked Roge r, unafrai d o f the gr oup' s  p r esence.

He re cogni zed some f a ces in t he gr oup from  seeing t h e  individ ual s a rou ndt h eneighborhood, b ut w as  unfami lia r withthe  ta llmal e,  clearlythe lead er  o fth e p ack.H e couldno t r ec all  ever seeing  theboy. 
"W h atare you do i n g in  T el  Avi v?"  a skedthet all  male.
Roger wa s c o nfus ed .He alwa ys took the s am e route ho me  wh en com i n g from a  cousin's yard on Georg e s Lane.  He  usua llymade it h ome  witho uti nciden t; the  curr en t s i t uatio n wa s p er plexing.
" I  ne ver k ne w Icouldn' t come here," he r e spo nded firmly.
"Y ou d o n 't  kn o wi t's  a war g oing on, pussy! "

The tal lm al e swung as wif tblow, d ropping  Roge r  on imp act.

"Wh at the fu ck !" R o g ermuttered.
A vicio us kick t o  thef ac e too k t he fig ht  ou t ofRoger. A l acera tion a pp earedabove  h is lefteye where the kick land ed. Bl ood t ric kled down  hi s  fa ce from t he w ound.

The  gr oup  enci rcl e d Rog er."P uss y , Lab orit e s are not al low e d  i n Tel Aviv, " v oic ed th e t a ll mal e, b ending down and p l unging a knife  dee p int o R o ger' schest.

Rogergas pe d as the k ni fe penetrat ed his f le s h. He  thencurled  up rea d y in g  for a noth erstab,
Natty Blacks_honestly did_not have an answer_for Michael_Stewarts'_questions. The_recent_upsurge of violence_in Southside was_unlike _any_ he'd ever_experienced.

Spontaneous attacks marred_the_community. Affiliates of the Tel Aviv gang from various outside communities, joined in on_the_fight to_dismantle_Southside._The odds were stacked high_against the Southies.

"I have to_defend my_community," was all Natty Blacks could think to_muster.

"Well,_get to work,"_retorted Michael Stewarts.

_____

"Yo, nigga, where are you from?" asked_a tall male standing with a_group at Hanover_and_Laws_Streets intersect.

Roger gave the_male a questioning gaze before continuing_on pass the gathering, walking for_his yard a few streets away.

The group_followed Roger.

Realizing he was being trailed,_Roger stopped at Rosemary Lane_and turned_to face the horde.

"I asked_you a question,"_voiced the_tall male, getting_up close to Roger.

"I'm from Gold_Street. Why? What's_up?" asked Roger, unafraid of the_group's_presence.

He recognized some_faces_in_the group_from seeing the_individuals_around the_neighborhood,_but was unfamiliar with the tall_male,_clearly the leader of the pack. He_could not recall ever_seeing_the boy.

"What are you_doing in Tel Aviv?" asked_the tall male.

Roger was confused. He_always took_the same_route home when coming from a cousin's yard on Georges Lane._He usually made it home without_incident; the current situation_was perplexing.

"I_never_knew I couldn't_come_here," he_responded firmly.

"You don't know it's a war_going on,_pussy!"

The tall male swung a swift_blow, dropping Roger on_impact.

"What_the fuck!" Roger muttered.

A vicious kick_to the face took the fight_out of Roger. A laceration_appeared_above_his left eye where the_kick landed. Blood trickled down his_face from the_wound.

The group encircled Roger.

"Pussy, Laborites are not_allowed_in Tel Aviv," voiced the tall_male,_bending down and plunging a knife_deep_into_Roger's chest.

Roger gasped as the_knife penetrated his flesh. He then_curled up readying for another stab,