Lockdown Page #4

- Yo, Avery.

- Yo, Avery.

- What?

Shut the f*** up!

- Single file. Les go. Keep it moving.

- Come on, ladies.

Guards can hit you

any time they want?

- No talking in line, Avery.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I woulve been talking in line.

- Yo, man, let me talk to you.

- I'll get with you in a minute.

- All right.

- I told you in County I ain't talking to you.

- This ain't County.

- We might need each other.

- I'd be with my girl and boy if not for you.

- What the f*** you saying?

- You f***ed up my life.

I'm not just gonna forgive you

just like that.

Whas up, Cashmere?

Yo, Clean Up.

- F*** you, then, motherf***er!

- F*** you.

Punk b*tch.

- Whas up?

- Ain't nothing.

- How you feeling, boy?

- All right.

You need something in here,

you holler.

Sure.

These my homeys here.

Alize, Ruckus, Nuke.

And thas the rest of the family.

Whas up?

Word from County is you capped

some b*tch at a hamburger stand.

- Then got buck-wild with the police.

- I did draw on this cop.

B*tch shot my dog.

Thas the way it is with family.

That dog was my family.

We don't give a f*** if is a cop.

We gonna scrap for ours,

so f*** it.

I hear that.

We ain't tripping.

You family in here.

Les go play some ball.

You gotta start working

on your day-to-day.

Yeah, but I just never had

no days like this.

Whad you do when you was

on the outside?

Worked in a garage. Spent most

of my free time swimming.

- Swimming?

- Yeah.

Get the f*** out of here.

- I didn't know black people swam.

- You're looking at one.

Thas some sh*t.

Looking at a scholarship

to get back in school...

...before all this sh*t happened.

What about your family?

Got a girl, little boy.

How about you?

No.

I've been locked down so long,

my family done forgot I exist, man.

What you gonna do

when you get out?

I don't know.

I think I'm gonna rob me a bank...

...move to Hawaii.

No, I'm just f***ing around.

I don't know.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Sh*t look worse than

it really is in here.

Nothing on the street

I can't have in here.

I run this motherf***er,

and they run in it.

- That guard on the stairs, whas up?

- Who, Gains?

Thas my man.

Thas protection.

- He in for a piece.

- What about that Mexican?

Who, Perez?

Thas Graffiti's boy.

In other words, nigga,

thas the competition.

- Sh*t.

- Don't even trip.

I'm gonna take care of that sh*t

real soon, nigga.

See them brothers there?

Thas the Hispanics.

They speak that Espanola sh*t,

but they're really two separate gangs.

The motherfuckers hate each other.

How could I get my hands

on some chronic?

You ain't getting this. Alize.

Thas the trustee, nigga. Whatever

you need, he gonna hook you up.

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