American Me Page #3

I knew we'd get even stronger.

Hey, man, what's your name?

Hey! Where you from?

La Primera. East Los.

You talk like a

f***in' chicon, man.

I'll check you out later.

Orale, I see they finally let your

white ass out of the hospital, carnal.

- Santana!

- How you doin', man?

- Cool, ese.

- Mundo!

You guys, check it out, man.

This right here's J.D.,

my best crime partner.

This is Chewie, Casper, Chuco,

Raymond and Big Happy.

- Orale.

- Can I talk to you, ese?

Yeah, come here.

What's wrong, brother?

You thinking of

letting him in, ese?

I told you he was

my best crime partner.

He ain't Mexican, ese.

You know what, he's like my brother.

Understand?

Orale.

So, homes, how's that leg?

Check it out, hard as a rock, ese.

Sh*t, homes,

throw some shellac on it!

Sh*t! I'll still run

your ass to the ground, ese.

- Check him out!

- Punk.

I seen that dude before.

Ese vato

sitting on the bench.

- I think he's with 18th Street.

- Chale, ain't no barrios in here, man.

No La Primera, 18th, Hazard.

Nada.

Over here you see what we got

is the blacks.

They stick together playin' ball.

See those white boys

on the steps?

They thought you

belonged to them, ese.

Over here, we gotta

stick together, homes.

One big clica.

Frog, you owe me three packs!

See you at the canteen.

- Orale, homes.

- Let's go.

Choices we made to survive...

got Mundo, J.D. And me

ten to 25.

- Give me a year,J.D.

- F*** you, homes.

- I'm gonna go make my collections.

- Orale.

What's up, peckerwood?

Power became our game.

Make sure the meeting's set for tonight

with the Black Guerrilla Family.

Power to provide everything

you find outside.

Make sure the Aryan

Brotherhood's behind us.

Make sure they're part

of the whole thing.

Be careful.

I'll be over with the carnales.

- You got your people, big Jim?

- Be straight with me, man.

Hey, Santana.

Extortion.

- They wanna do it. What should we do?

- Go ahead.

- Look, we're getting it together.

- Gambling.

You just give it

a little bit of time.

Prostitution.

All right. It's done, man.

We give you three packas.

Make sure it's done right.

We got it together because we had to,

didn't have a choice.

The Eme is here because

before there was nothing.

You all right, Santana?

This is your home too, ese.

Power to make every

inmate pay rent.

And the biggest

money-maker:
Drugs.

- Oye, loco.

- No, I need to clean up my tab, man.

You know, pick up

some more sh*t.

The thing is, I gotta get it

right away 'cause I'm out.

The Aryan Brotherhood...

and the Black Guerrilla

Family shared the yard.

But Folsom belonged to us,

the oldest clica, La Eme.

The Mexican mafia.

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