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foreword

SHANNON HOLMES

My mother used to always tell me, ‘Boy, all you wanna do is eat, sleep and run the streets.’ At an early age, she could see the transformation that I was going through. She could see her youngest son becoming infatuated with the street life and she was powerless to stop it.

Truth be told, I thought that the Streets of New York had prepared me for everything. I thought I had either done everything there was to do or seen everything there was to see. I believed that New York City was the end all and be all. To me (and other street dudes like me), it was the capital of the world. New York was definitely the center of my universe. It wasn‘t until I got on a real serious paper chase, selling drugs in different cities, did I see that New York hadn’t prepared me for everything. There were still some things I hadn’t experienced, partaken in, or seen. I soon learned that out of town cats got some shit with them too.

While I was hustlin’ outta town in DC and B’more, my young eyes were exposed to many things. I placed myself in situations, life or death shit, where I had no business. With that said, I saw things that would make a grown man cry and the most heartless of killers cringe.

Here’s a taste from deep in the heart of the Streets Of New York. Check it out and you’ll see that this is only the tip of the iceberg…