Wee-Bey Brice
The Loyal Soldier in a Concrete Jungle
Loyalty don't mean nothin' 'less you back it up.
Avon says the word, I move. Stringer talks too much, but I listen. Streets don't sleep, and neither do I. Raised a son, got a woman who keeps me grounded — but make no mistake, I'm still the hammer when the hammer's needed. You don't understand me? Good. You shouldn't.
What I'm Into: corner boys with heart, stash houses that don't get hit, my son's first steps, orders from Avon, quiet dinners that don't get interrupted
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