 wants him dead. But I know that's your friend, so maybe we can resolve things before it gets more out of hand," explained Dog Face.

"I heard what's been going on, but _you_ know that's my family."

"Yea, but..."

Dog Face's heart jolted when Roger swiftly moved to him grabbing his pant waist.

"Roger, what the fuck are you doing?!" he asked, reaching for his gun.

"Don't try it, pussy," snarled Roger, placing a gun to the other boy's chest.

"Fuck you, nigga!"

He should have known Roger's mysterious appearance was some sort of set up. Struggling to get to his weapon, he lost every ounce of energy when a loud bang rocked his frame. A slug tore through his chest leaving him immobile. As he fell to the ground, he looked deep into Roger's eyes.

"Jah know, star," was all he could think to mutter.

Roger emptied his weapon's cartridge on Dog Face before fleeing the scene.

Chapter 21

Accepting defeat, Natty Blacks could think of nothing more to do than shake his head as he boarded a plane headed for America. He was left with no option but to depart his land of birth, sweet Jamaica. _I'm going to miss you._ His safety was no longer promised on the island, Michael Stewarts, officially, banded with the younger generation in Southside.

Should he be disappointed with the politician? How could he?

For years, he exhibited nothing short of a deep-rooted loyalty for Michael Stewarts, but, in essence, was in cognizant with the fact that the politician was just using him for gains in the political world. Such was the case for many before his time, and had always been the scenario in the slums of Kingston.

Who was he to change history?

Politicians were not for those confined to the ghettoes of Kingston, in no form or fashion. Class was the order of the day, Uptown verse Downtown, with Uptown at the lead, _always_. Residents in Kingston's upper region were catered to, while those at the bottom received scraps, if that. Thus was the unchanging cycle.

With Michael Stewarts' assistance, the Foster Lane youths were able to seize the entire
wants him dead. But I know that's your friend, therefore possibly we can resolve things before it get more out of handwriting, " explained Dog Face. 

 " I heard what's been go on, but _ you _ sleep together that's my family. " 

 " Yea, but... " 

 Dog Face's center jolted when Roger swiftly moved to him grab his pant waist. 

 " Roger, what the fuck are you do? ! " he asked, reaching for his gun. 

 " Don't try it, pussy, " snarled Roger, place a gun to the other boy's chest of drawers. 

 " Fuck you, nigga! " 

 He should have known Roger's mysterious appearance was some sort of put up. Struggling to get to his weapon, he lost every ounce of energy when a brassy bang rocked his frame. A slug tore through his chest leaving him immobile. As he fell to the ground, he looked deep into Roger's eyes. 

 " Jah know, star, " was all he could think to mutter. 

 Roger empty his weapon's cartridge on Dog Face before fleeing the fit. 

 Chapter 21 

 accept defeat, Natty Blacks could think of nothing more to serve than shake his head as he boarded a plane head for America. He was left with no option but to depart his land of birth, sweet Jamaica. _ I'm move to miss you. _ His safety was no longer promised on the island, Michael Stewarts, officially, band with the younger coevals in Southside. 

 Should he be disappointed with the politician? How could he? 

 For years, he exhibited nothing short of a deep - settle loyalty for Michael Stewarts, but, in essence, was in cognizant with the fact that the politician was just using him for gains in the political world. Such was the case for many before his prison term, and had always been the scenario in the slum of Kingston. 

 Who was he to change history? 

 Politicians were not for those confined to the ghettoes of Kingston, in no form or manner. Class was the order of the day, Uptown verse Downtown, with Uptown at the spark advance, _ always _. Residents in Kingston's upper area were catered to, while those at the bottom received scraps, if that. Thus was the unchanging cycle. 

 With Michael Stewarts' assistance, the Foster Lane youths were able to seize the entire
 wajts him dead. But I know uhat's your friend, so mayue we czn resolxe things before it gets morx our of yand," explained Dog Facd.

"I heard ahat's bewn giung on, but _you_ know that'a my yanily."

"Yea, but..."

Dog Face's heast jolted when Rugzr swiftly moved to him grabbing his pant wsidt.

"Roger, what tre flch ars you doing?!" he asked, reaching for gis gun.

"Von't try it, pusxy," snarled Roger, placing a gun to the other boy's chest.

"Fuck iku, gugga!"

He shoula have known Roger's myaterious appearance was some soft of set up. Sttbtglltg to get ti his weapon, he lost everf ounce of energy whek a lmud bang rocked his framx. A slug tore througr his chevt leaving him immovioe. As he xell ro ghe gcouhd, he pooied deep ihto Roger's wyes.

"Jah know, star," wss qll he could fhink eo mutter.

Roger emptied his weapon's cartrigge on Dog Face before flewing the scene.

Chapter 21

Acceptind defeat, Natty Blacks could think of nothing more to dk thck ryane his head as he boarded a plane headed for Wjetiba. He was left wibh no option but tp felwrt his land uf bircg, aweet Jamaica. _I'm gling to miss you._ His fafeyy was no longer promised ob the island, Nichael Stewarts, oyficially, bauded woth tne younger generation iu Soutgside.

Should he be diaxppointed with tfe iolidician? How could he?

For yeaws, he exhmbiteb nothine shprt of a deep-roohed loyalty for Michael Dtewatts, bud, in essenfe, was in cognizant with the farv that the pokidicpan was jbst uslng him for gaigs in the polijical worjd. Suzh was the case fmr many befjre his time, djd had alwayv been tre sxenaeio in gfe slums of Kimgston.

Who was he to change history?

Pollticixhs were not for thise confined to thd grentoxs of Ningston, in to furm pr farhion. Class das yhe order of the day, Uptkwn verse Downtown, wlth Uptowb at the lead, _always_. Tesidents in Kingsuon's u'per rxgion eerg catered to, while those at the bottom rfcelved scraps, is thqt. Thus was che unchanging cycle.

With Michael Stewartw' assistance, the Fister Lane youths wgre able to semze thq entire
wants him dead. But I know that's so we can things before it explained Face. "I heard been going on, _you_ know that's my family." "Yea, Dog Face's heart jolted when Roger swiftly moved to him grabbing his pant "Roger, what the fuck are you doing?!" he asked, reaching for his gun. try pussy," Roger, a gun to the other boy's chest. "Fuck you, nigga!" He should have known Roger's mysterious was some sort of set up. Struggling to to his weapon, he every ounce of energy when loud rocked his A tore his chest leaving immobile. As he fell to the ground, he looked deep into Roger's eyes. "Jah know, star," was he could mutter. Roger his cartridge Dog Face before scene. Chapter 21 Accepting defeat, Natty of nothing more to do than shake his as he a plane headed for America. He left with no option but to depart his of birth, sweet Jamaica. _I'm going to miss you._ His safety was no longer promised island, Michael Stewarts, officially, with the younger in Should be with the How could he? For years, he exhibited nothing short of a loyalty for Michael Stewarts, but, in essence, was in cognizant fact the politician was using him for gains the world. Such was the many his always the in the slums of Who was he to change Politicians were not for of Kingston, in no form or fashion. Class the order of the day, Uptown verse with Uptown at the lead, _always_. Residents in Kingston's upper region were to, while the bottom received scraps, if that. Thus was unchanging cycle. With Michael assistance, the Foster Lane youths were able to seize entire
 wants him dead. But I know that's Your friend, So mayBe wE caN rEsolVe thIngs before it geTS morE out of hand," explained Dog face.

"I HeARd whAT's Been gOing on, bUT _yOU_ KnoW tHaT's mY fAMiLy."

"Yea, But..."

dog Face'S heart joltEd wHeN Roger swiftlY MoVed to him grAbbIng his pant waIst.

"roger, wHaT thE Fuck aRe yOu doiNg?!" he asKEd, reacHing for hiS gUN.

"Don't tRY it, pussY," SNaRled roger, placing a gun tO ThE Other boy's chest.

"fuck yoU, nIGgA!"

hE shOulD have known roGer's mYSteriouS ApPEARanCE was some sort oF set up. StrugGLinG to get To His WEapon, hE lost EvERy oUnce of energY wheN a loud banG rockeD His framE. a slug toRe throUgh His ChesT LeAvIng HiM ImmOBiLe. AS He fEll to the GrOuNd, he lOokeD DEEP intO RoGer's Eyes.

"JAh know, star," was All He coULd tHink tO muttEr.

RoGeR emptIed his WeapoN's Cartridge on Dog FAce bEfore fleeIng ThE scEnE.

ChapTEr 21

AccePtiNg dEfeat, NaTty BlacKS coUlD THInK of nothing more to do ThAN ShAke his heAd as he BOaRdED a plane hEaDed For AMERica. HE was LEfT with no oPtion bUT tO dEpart hiS lAnd of bIrTh, sWeeT JamaICa. _I'm Going tO miss you._ his saFEty was no longer PRomised on the iSLaND, miCHael steWarts, officiAlly, BAndeD witH ThE yoUNger gEneraTiON iN southside.

Should he be DiSappoiNted wIth the politicIan? How coulD HE?

for years, He exHIbITed nothing shorT of a dEep-rooted lOYalty for michaEl StewarTs, but, in esSENce, was in CogNizAnt WitH THe Fact that the poLITiciAn Was just UsiNg him foR gaIns In tHe pOlItical worLd. Such waS tHe CaSe For Many bEFore his tImE, anD hAd aLways BEen the ScenaRio iN tHe SLumS of KingSToN.

wHo waS hE tO chaNge HiStory?

poliTIciAns were Not for thoSe cONfinEd To The ghetToes of KingstoN, iN no form or fAsHioN. Class WAS the ordeR of the day, Uptown verse DowNTown, witH UpTown aT the Lead, _alwayS_. ReSidentS in kIngstoN's uppeR regiOn WerE CAtereD TO, wHilE tHose at the bOTTom ReceiVeD scrAps, if thAt. Thus was the unchanGIng Cycle.

With MichAel stewARTs' AssIStANce, ThE fosTER Lane youths were Able to seizE tHE eNtire
 wants him dead. But I kno w that's y our f rie nd,  s o ma ybewe can resolve thin gs before it gets more  outof hand , "expla ined Do g  F a c e.
" Ihea rd wh at'sbee n going  on, but _ you _know that'sm yfamily."
"Ye a, but..."
Dog  Face' shea r t jol ted  when  Roger swiftl y moved t oh im gra b bing hi s pa nt w aist.

"Roger, wh a tt he fuck are yo u doin g? ! "h e  as ked , reaching  f or hi s  gun.
" Do n ' t  tr y  it, pussy,"snarled Rog e r,placin ga g u n to t he ot he r  bo y's chest.
"Fu ck you, n igga!" 
He sho u ld have  known  Ro ger 's m y st er iou sa ppe a ra nce was  some so rt  o f set  up. S t r uggl ing  toget t o his weapon,  he  los t  ev ery o unceof e ne rgy w hen aloudba ng rocked his f rame . A slugtor ethr ou gh hi s  chest  le avi ng himimmobil e . A sh e fe ll to the ground,he l oo ked deep  intoR og er ' s eyes.
" Jah  kno w ,  star ," w a sall he c ould t h in kto mutt er .

Rog er  em pti ed hi s  wea pon'scartridg e onD og Face before fleeing the s c en e . 
C hapt er21

Accepti ng d e feat , Na t ty  Bl a cks c ouldth i nk of nothing more todo  thanshake  his head ashe boarded a plane he aded fo r  America. He w as le ft with no option b ut to  departhis lando f  birth,swe etJam aic a .  _ I'm going tom i ss y ou ._ Hissaf ety was  no  lo nge r p ro mised onthe isla nd ,Mi ch ael  Stew a rts, off ic ial ly , b anded with t he yo unge rge n era tion in So u t hsid e. 
Shou ldhe  be d isap p oin ted wit h the pol iti c ian?  H ow  couldhe?

For year s,  he exhibi te d n othing s hort ofa deep-rooted loyalty f o r Micha elStewa rts,  but, iness ence,was in cog nizant  with  t hef a ct th a t  t hepo litician w a s  ju st us in g hi m for g ains in the politi c alworld. Such w asthec a se  fo r  m a nybe f ore h is time, and ha d always b ee n  t he scenari o  in  t he slum s of Ki ngsto n .

Whowas he to  change h is tory ? 
Po liticianswere not  for thos e  conf i ne d tothe  ghett oe s o f Kin gston, inno fo rm orfa shion.  Clas swas theorder of the day, Uptow n vers e Dow nto wn, withUpt o wnat the le ad,_always_.Res ide nts i n K i ngsto n'su pp err egion  wer e  cateredt o,  wh i l ethose at th e b ott om re cei v ed scr aps,  if that. Thus wa s  the unchangin g cy c l e.
Wi t h Mi ch ael Stewarts'ass is t a nce, the  F oster Laneyouths w er e  able  to se ize th e entir e 
 wants_him dead._But I know that's_your friend,_so_maybe we_can_resolve things before_it gets more_out of hand," explained_Dog Face.

"I heard_what's_been going on, but _you_ know that's my family."

"Yea, but..."

Dog Face's heart jolted when_Roger_swiftly moved_to_him_grabbing his pant waist.

"Roger, what_the fuck are you doing?!"_he asked,_reaching for his gun.

"Don't try it, pussy," snarled_Roger,_placing a gun_to the other boy's chest.

"Fuck you, nigga!"

He should have_known Roger's mysterious appearance was some_sort of set_up._Struggling_to get to his_weapon, he lost every ounce of_energy when a loud bang rocked_his frame. A slug tore through his_chest leaving him immobile. As he_fell to the ground, he_looked deep_into Roger's eyes.

"Jah know, star,"_was all he_could think_to mutter.

Roger emptied_his weapon's cartridge on Dog Face_before fleeing the_scene.

Chapter 21

Accepting defeat, Natty Blacks could_think_of nothing more_to_do_than shake_his head as_he_boarded a_plane_headed for America. He was left_with_no option but to depart his land_of birth, sweet Jamaica.__I'm_going to miss you.__His safety was no longer_promised on the island, Michael Stewarts,_officially, banded_with the_younger generation in Southside.

Should he be disappointed with the politician? How_could he?

For years, he exhibited nothing_short of a deep-rooted_loyalty for_Michael_Stewarts, but, in_essence,_was in_cognizant with the fact that the politician_was just_using him for gains in the_political world. Such was_the_case for many before his time,_and had always been the scenario_in the slums of Kingston.

Who_was_he_to change history?

Politicians were not_for those confined to the ghettoes_of Kingston, in_no form or fashion. Class was the_order_of the day, Uptown verse Downtown,_with_Uptown at the lead, _always_. Residents_in_Kingston's_upper region were catered to,_while those at the bottom received_scraps, if that. Thus was the unchanging cycle.

With Michael_Stewarts' assistance, the_Foster Lane youths were able_to_seize_the entire