One final lockdown from Folsom Prison, ol’ friend Well here I was at the minimum security yard. I was back in dorm living. I was glad to get out of the mess at the level-three yard. If you remember, I was being told to take someone’s life. I was spared t ...
9 Jun 2010 - Street Roots
Survival on the inside isn’t always your own decision If you remember, one of my “homies” had asked me to deliver a couple bags of stuff: tar, cheeva, call it what you want, it was still heroin. If I got caught I could be in big trouble, so I went to ask ...
7 May 2010 - Street Roots