 whole lot over in South," said Desmond.

Surveying the scene on Rum Lane, Errol penetrated every movement on the drag. His friend's caveat brought on an unpleasant vibe, but he held his composure, keeping a nonchalant exterior through hidden stress.

"Who's calling my name?" he asked.

"I was on Super Stud corner and heard niggas there talking about you being the Don in Tel Aviv. I also over heard that Natty Blacks is looking for you," explained Desmond.

"Man, fuck all of them niggas. If they want war, then so be it."

"I'm just telling you. You are my friend, it's only right that I keep you alert."

"I appreciate that, Dezzie. But I'm going to make a quick move. I will see."

Walking off on Desmond, Errol made way a street over onto Rosemary Lane. Journeying to his quarters, he thought of Desmond's warning. It was no secret he was a marked man, Southside gunmen hunted him daily. At one point in time, such a thing would have been frightening, but he no longer cared. The assassination of his girlfriend and her friends brought on a different aura, his fear of going up against _anyone_ went out the window when his companion was murdered. _Straight_.

__ Errol, a tall adolescent, was the son of Tel Aviv's past Don, Robby. Originating from Matthews Lane in west Kingston, he and his mother moved to Parade Gardens after his father's passing. Memories of his old man had become an indelible mark in his life. He never forgot the days when his father would come out west to visit, telling tales of the ongoing conflict between himself and Southside gangsters.

Errol's mother would stress to his father that it would be best if he were to relocate to Matthews Lane where he would be safe. Southside gunmen wouldn't dare invade the particular lane, controlled by one of Kingston's most notorious gangs, the Spangler's. But Errol's father refused to abandon his community. He would not turn his back on his supporters, for this he was snuffed out.

In Parade Gardens, Errol linked up with Roger and Desmond. He and his friends roamed Central Kingston's streets together, without a worry in the
whole lot over in South, " said Desmond. 

 Surveying the fit on Rum Lane, Errol click every movement on the drag. His friend's caution brought on an unpleasant vibe, but he held his composure, keep a nonchalant exterior through concealed tension. 

 " Who's calling my name? " he asked. 

 " I was on Super Stud recess and heard niggas there talking about you being the Don in Tel Aviv. I besides over heard that Natty Blacks is looking for you, " explained Desmond. 

 " Man, fuck all of them niggas. If they want war, then so be it. " 

 " I'm merely telling you. You are my friend, it's only correct that I keep you alert. " 

 " I appreciate that, Dezzie. But I'm going to make a flying move. I will see. " 

 Walking off on Desmond, Errol made way a street over onto Rosemary Lane. travel to his quarters, he thought of Desmond's warning. It was no secret he was a marked man, Southside gunmen hunted him daily. At one point in time, such a thing would have been frightening, but he no longer cared. The assassination of his girlfriend and her friends brought on a different air, his concern of going up against _ anyone _ went out the window when his companion was murder. _ Straight _. 

 _ _ Errol, a tall adolescent, was the son of Tel Aviv's past Don, Robby. Originating from Matthews Lane in west Kingston, he and his mother move to Parade Gardens after his father's passing. Memories of his old valet had become an indelible mark in his life. He never forgot the days when his father would come out west to inflict, telling tales of the ongoing conflict between himself and Southside gangsters. 

 Errol's mother would try to his father that it would be good if he were to relocate to Matthews Lane where he would be safe. Southside gunmen wouldn't dare invade the particular lane, see by one of Kingston's most notorious gangs, the Spangler's. But Errol's founder refused to abandon his community. He would not turn his spinal column on his supporters, for this he was snuffed out. 

 In Parade Gardens, Errol associate up with Roger and Desmond. He and his friends roll Central Kingston's streets together, without a worry in the
 whlle lot over in South," sald Desmond.

Surveynbg the scene on Rum Uane, Errol penetrated every locemenu on the drag. His ffiend's caneat broutht ib an unpleeaant vinz, but me henv his composure, keeping a nonchalant exdefilr through hidden stress.

"Who's callind my nake?" he asked.

"I was on Xtper Stud corner and heard niggas thers talkiig about you beong the Don in Tel Aviv. I wlso over heard that Nwtty Blacks is jioking for yuu," explaintd Desmond.

"Mah, fuck all of them niggas. If thdy waut war, then si bf it."

"I'm just vellind you. You arc my frhend, it'x only right tmat I kewp you alert."

"I appreciete that, Dezzie. But Y'm going do make a quick movw. U wiln sea."

Walyung ofr pn Desmojd, Xrrol made say a streer over onto Rosemaru Jqne. Journeyinf to hys quarters, he thought of Desmond's warninc. If was no secret he was q marked man, Southsidg gunmen htnted him daily. At one point in time, such a thing woulv favt ncen weihhtening, but he no longer cared. The assassinaejom pf his girlfricnd and her friendx hrpoght on a diffgrent abda, his fear of going up agaynst _qnyone_ wegt oit the window when his compqnion was mugderwd. _Straight_.

__ Errol, c tall adolercenj, was yhe son of Tel Aviv's part Dkn, Robby. Orlginating wrom Matthews Lave pn wast Kingston, he and his moeher movev to 'arade Gxrdems aftqr his fatjer's idssing. Memories of his llg man had hecome an indelible mark in his life. He never fmrgmt the dcys whcn his father wjuld come out cest to risit, gelling tames of vhe ongoing sonflict betwagn himself anv Southsiqe gqngsrers.

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In Parade Gardens, Erroo linked up with Royev and Desmonv. He agd his frhends roamed Central Kingston's streetx together, without a sorry hn thf
whole lot over in South," said Desmond. scene Rum Lane, penetrated every movement caveat on an unpleasant but he held composure, keeping a nonchalant exterior through stress. "Who's calling my name?" he asked. "I was on Super Stud corner heard niggas there talking about you being the Don in Tel Aviv. I over that Blacks looking for you," explained Desmond. "Man, fuck all of them niggas. If they want war, then be it." "I'm just telling you. You are friend, it's only right I keep you alert." "I that, But I'm to a move. I will Walking off on Desmond, Errol made way a street over onto Rosemary Lane. Journeying to his quarters, thought of It was secret was marked man, Southside him daily. At one point in thing would have been frightening, but he no cared. The of his girlfriend and her friends on a different aura, his fear of going against _anyone_ went out the window when his companion was murdered. _Straight_. __ Errol, a was the son of Aviv's past Don, Originating Matthews in Kingston, he his mother moved to Parade Gardens after his father's passing. Memories his old man had become an indelible mark in his never the days when father would come out to telling tales of the between and mother stress his father that it be best if he were relocate to Matthews Lane Southside gunmen wouldn't dare invade the particular lane, by one of Kingston's most notorious gangs, Spangler's. But Errol's father refused to abandon his community. He would not his back supporters, for this he was snuffed out. In Gardens, Errol linked up Roger and Desmond. He and his friends roamed Central streets without a in the
 whole lot over in South," said DeSmond.

SurveYing tHe sCenE oN Rum lane, errol penetrateD EverY movement on the drag. His fRiend'S cAVeat BRoUght oN an unplEAsANT viBe, BuT he HeLD hIs comPosUre, keepIng a nonchaLanT eXterior throuGH hIdden stresS.

"WhO's calling my nAme?" He askeD.

"I Was ON SupeR StUd corNer and HEard niGgas there TaLKing abOUt you beING tHe DoN in Tel Aviv. I also ovER hEArd that Natty BlAcks is LoOKiNG For You," Explained DEsMond.

"MAN, fuck alL Of THEM niGGas. If they want War, then so be IT."

"I'm Just teLlIng YOu. You aRe my fRiENd, iT's only right That i keep you aLert."

"I aPPreciatE That, DezZie. But i'm gOinG to mAKe A qUicK mOVe. I WIlL seE."

walKing off oN DEsMond, ERrol MADE Way a StrEet oVer onTo Rosemary LanE. JoUrneYIng To his QuartErs, hE tHoughT of DesMond's WaRning. It was no secRet hE was a markEd mAn, souThSide gUNmen huNteD hiM daily. AT one poiNT in TiME, SUcH a thing would have beEn FRIgHtening, bUt he no LOnGeR Cared. The AsSasSinaTIOn of hIs giRLfRiend and Her friENdS bRought oN a DifferEnT auRa, hIs feaR Of goIng up aGainst _anYone_ wENt out the window WHen his companiON wAS MuRDereD. _StRaight_.

__ Errol, A talL AdolEsceNT, wAs tHE son oF Tel AViV'S pASt Don, Robby. OriginatiNg From MaTthewS Lane in west KiNgston, he anD HIS mother mOved TO PARade Gardens aftEr his Father's pasSIng. MemorIes of His old maN had becomE AN indelibLe mArk In hIs lIFE. HE never forgot tHE Days WhEn his faTheR would cOme Out WesT to ViSit, tellinG tales of ThE oNgOiNg cOnfliCT between HiMseLf And southSIde ganGsterS.

ErrOl'S mOTheR would sTReSS To hiS fAtHer tHat It Would Be beST if He were tO relocate To MATtheWs laNe where He would be safe. soUthside gunMeN woUldn't dARE invade tHe particular lane, controlLEd by one Of KIngstOn's mOst notoriOus Gangs, tHe SPAngler'S. But ErRol's fAtHer REFused TO AbAndOn His communiTY. he wOuld nOt Turn His back On his supporters, for THis He was snuffed oUt.

IN ParADE GArdENs, eRroL lINkeD UP with Roger and DeSmond. He and HiS FrIends roameD cenTrAl KingsTon's strEets tOGether, wIthout a woRry in the
 whole lot over in South,"  said Desm ond.
Su rve yi ng t he s cene on Rum La n e, E rrol penetrated everymovem en t  ont he  drag . His f r ie n d 'sca ve atbr o ug ht on  an  unplea sant vibe,  bu the held hisc om posure, ke epi ng a nonchal ant  exter io r t h rough  hi ddenstress . 

"Who 's callin gm y name ? " he as k e d. 

"I  was on Super Stu d  c o rner and heard  nigga st he r e  ta lki ng about y ou  bein g  the Do n  i n T elA viv. I also o ver heard t h atNattyBl ack s  is lo oking  f o r y ou," explai nedDesmond.
"Man, fuck al l  of the m nigg as.  If  the y  w an t w ar ,  th e nsob e i t."

"I' mju st te llin g y o u. Y ouaremy fr iend, it's on lyrigh t  th at Ikeepyoual ert." 

"I a pprec ia te that, Dezzie . Bu t I'm goi ngto  ma ke  a qu i ck mov e.I w ill see ."

Wal k ing  o f f on  Desmond, Errol ma de w ay  a stree t over on to Rosemary  L ane . Jo u r neyin g to hi s quarte rs, he th ou ght ofDe smond' swar nin g. It wasno sec ret he w as am arked man, Sou t hside gunmenh un t e dh im d ail y. At one p oint in t ime, su cha  thin g wou ld ha v e been frightening,  b ut heno lo nger cared. T he assassi n a t ion of h is g i rl f riend and herfrien ds brought on a dif feren t aura,his fearo f  going u p a gai nst  _a n y on e_ went out t h e  win do w whenhis  compan ion  wa s m urd er ed. _Stra ight_.
__  E rr ol , a  tall adolesce nt , w as  th e son of Tel  Aviv 's p as tD on,  Robby. Or i g inat in gfrom  Ma tt hewsLane inwest Ki ngston, h e a n d hi smo ther mo ved to Parade  G ardens aft er  hi s fath e r 's passi ng. Memories of his old man had  be comean i ndeliblemar k in h isl ife. H e neve r for go t t h e  days w he n h is  father wo u l d c ome o ut  wes t to vi sit, telling tales ofthe ongoing c onf lict b et wee n  h i mse lf and S outhside gangst ers.

Erro l' s  m other woul d  st re ss to h is fath er th a t it wo uld be be st if hewe re t o rel ocate to M atthewsLane wher e  he w o ul d besaf e. Sou th sid e gun men wo u ldn 't da re inv ad e theparti cu lar lane , controlled by one ofKingst on'smos t notorio usg ang s, the Sp angl er's. ButErr ol' s fat her refus ed t o  a ban d on hi s co m munity. H e  w oul d no t turn hisb a c k o n his  su p porter s, f or this he was sn u ffed out.

InPara d e  Ga rde n s, E rr ol linked up w ith  R o g er and D es mond. He an d his fr ie n ds ro amed C entral  Kingst o n 's street s to get her, with out  a worry i nth e 
 whole_lot over_in South," said Desmond.

Surveying_the scene_on_Rum Lane,_Errol_penetrated every movement_on the drag._His friend's caveat brought_on an unpleasant_vibe,_but he held his composure, keeping a nonchalant exterior through hidden stress.

"Who's calling my_name?"_he asked.

"I_was_on_Super Stud corner and heard_niggas there talking about you_being the_Don in Tel Aviv. I also over heard_that_Natty Blacks is_looking for you," explained Desmond.

"Man, fuck all of them_niggas. If they want war, then_so be it."

"I'm_just_telling_you. You are my_friend, it's only right that I_keep you alert."

"I appreciate that, Dezzie._But I'm going to make a quick_move. I will see."

Walking off on_Desmond, Errol made way a_street over_onto Rosemary Lane. Journeying to_his quarters, he_thought of_Desmond's warning. It_was no secret he was a_marked man, Southside_gunmen hunted him daily. At one_point_in time, such_a_thing_would have_been frightening, but_he_no longer_cared._The assassination of his girlfriend and_her_friends brought on a different aura, his_fear of going up_against__anyone_ went out the_window when his companion was_murdered. _Straight_.

__ Errol, a tall adolescent,_was the_son of_Tel Aviv's past Don, Robby. Originating from Matthews Lane in west_Kingston, he and his mother moved_to Parade Gardens after_his father's_passing._Memories of his_old_man had_become an indelible mark in his life._He never_forgot the days when his father_would come out west_to_visit, telling tales of the ongoing_conflict between himself and Southside gangsters.

Errol's_mother would stress to his_father_that_it would be best if_he were to relocate to Matthews_Lane where he_would be safe. Southside gunmen wouldn't dare_invade_the particular lane, controlled by one_of_Kingston's most notorious gangs, the Spangler's._But_Errol's_father refused to abandon his_community. He would not turn his_back on his supporters, for this he was snuffed_out.

In Parade Gardens,_Errol linked up with Roger_and_Desmond._He and his friends roamed Central Kingston's streets together, without_a worry_in the