Since you were a little kid, you knew what to expect from life in the neighbourhood. The last time you saw your mother, she was getting into a stranger's car. The last time you saw your father, he was behind glass in a federal penitentiary. You've been moved from foster home to foster home for longer than you can remember.

School was only a training ground for the street, selling weed and prescription drugs. You know that you have to work your way up. Where you come from, if you want to be someone, if you want to make real money, you've gotta work a corner, pushing serious product.

You ran away from the last foster home after being beaten with a leather belt for dropping a plate. For the last few months, you've been squatting in an abandoned house, surviving on soup kitchen hand-outs or going hungry. Now you have a chance to change all that...

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