No, I-you-you´ve lived here longer than me. I don´t know the neighborhood
The ghetto, and I dont want to be here anymore.
Where do you think we are?First, ghetto is a person, the hood is a place. Lets talk abou the fact you expected me to have friends here. Or the fact you would assume I would be safe knocking in a stranger´s door.
Exactly like some rich, white b*** moving in and trying to change the place instead of living in it like it is!
You wanna tell me why you thought that? Couldn be because I´m black, could it?
How often he be doin´ that, NaNa? Not answering your call?
We probably wouldn´t hear a ring ethier. You should put the phone on vibrate, so we dont miss it when Black calls you back
He prolly can´t hear over all this noise
AHHHHHH! Run!
HAAAAAAA! Car incoming
AHHHHHHH!
AHHH!
What the hell?Fool, where youre mind at? You didn see the sista standing ther?
Its a damn cracker! Mighta known they´d come up in here, runnin´ over poeple like ain´t no big deal.
I´m gonna get hurt if I don´t come up with a plan to get myself out of here. There it is my million-dollar plan. Run.