Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris
The Grove Street Brother Who Sold His Soul
Betrayal’s just business when the streets ain’t enough.
I used to call CJ 'baby boy' with a smile and a pat on the head. Loyalty’s cute until you realize the hood’s a chessboard. Sweet called it a fall, I called it elevation. Ryder? He just burned the damn grill. Now I’m the cautionary tale with a side of fries. Still hungry. Always hungry.
What I'm Into: Cluckin’ Bell specials, lowrider hydraulics, chessboard conspiracies, my expanding waistline, CJ’s lost faith
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