FLASHING CASH LEADS TO TROUBLE (Story)

Im slowly dying thanks to the government.
If they were'nt so greedy id be able to eat more.
If people werent so stingy and materialistic.
Then there would'nt be so many people starving and poor. Ive lived in the projects most my life,
it's so hard to survive. I lived in the marcy projects in brooklyn New York, for ten years or more. Yes, they are the same projects that jay-z raps about in half his rap songs. Im shocked im still alive. Those projects were worse than hell. Shootouts everyday. Someone getting hit by a car everyday. Someone dying everyday. In the projects

i mostly seen blacks living there like a pack of sardined rats, placed there by this government system that claims to reign freedom. Please! Lots of people are in work slavery, from attire to everyday living. In the projects every building was like a nasty hole with urine in the hallways.
I moved to the south for a while and my relatives downsouth moved me and my immediate family into a
small raggity house. They lied to us before we came down there saying it was a big beautiful nice house we were going to be in. Then me, my mom and

my brother ended up stuck there for a few years because we couldn't go back to the projects. Our apartment had already been closed since we left. A new family moved in right away. And so me and my family stayed in the house where i almost got shot in the bathroom. In that house is where my cousin and his gangbanging friends conspired to have me and my family almost shot-up over a little bit of cash that a family friend kept flossing in neighborhood stores like an idiot! My mother and God saved me that day. My mom was pleaing to the gunmen to let me out of the bathroom so that i would'nt get shot because her friend (the idiot flossing his cash everywhere) had the nerve to run into our raggid house and into the bathroom while i was using it. He kept shouting at the gunmen "please don't shoot

me!" and he wouldn't give his money up! All i was thinking was "God please let me get out of this bathroom with this idiot!" Let me atleast die around someone who was smart enough to give up their cash. It's just green paper! My life flashed before my eyes. Project buildings and puddles of urine is all i seen... oh yeah and my family of course. I love them very very much. Anyway my mom kept screaming for the gunmen, "Let my daughter out of the bathroom please!" and so they let my out. Now our little raggid house was actually built in a circle. I mean you could litterally just run

around the house on the inside in a midium sized circle over and over and over again untill you got dizzy and fell on the floor. I did that a few times. Anyway, the gunmen walked around the circle for a second or so and my mother turned into sheman or something. In the back of the house next to the bathroom were three big locked up bikes in front of a back exit. (Note: Never block exits!) As the gunmen were going towards the front exit (tempararily for some reason, i dont why, i didn't care at the moment) my mom grabbed all three locked up big and heavy bikes and threw them to the side, flung the door

wide open and screamed at the top of her lungs, "run!" And thats when me, my aunt, and my brother ran for our lives. I was crying the whole time i was running because my mom wasn't behind us. She was kindof pudgy so there was no way she could run with us. As me and my aunt and my brother was running we ran to a friends house down the block. Then we all talked about what happend to our friends and then we ran to the back of the house and hid in the closet. Right after me and my brother and my aunt hid in the closet, we heard loud, loud knocking on the front door of the loft

like house we were hiding in. (The friends house was nice) but back to the story. So my friends go to see who it is and its my backstabbing cousin and his evil mom. Both of them conspire evil together. These are the very same people who had me and my family leave the projects in New york. They immediately were asking where me and my brother and my aunt was at. I overheard them from in the closet. They were talking really loud. Then they came into the backrooms of the house, looked into the closet without even asking and found me, my aunt and my brother hiding behind some

mattresses in the closet. They were all like, "come out of there were not going to hurt you. But something told me that they had something to do with the whole situation we were in. I could feel it! It's like inner knowing, given to human beings by God. So, i knew that they were pretending to have nothing to do with what just happend at the house. And i was still running around crying saying we have to help my mother she's still over there. And then we all heard a loud knock at the door while we were all loud talking about what took place (it was like a living nightmare, i

couldn't believe it!) So my friends answered the door and it was my mom, she was crying and telling everyone how she ran off after she seen the gunmen leave. They were looking for me, my brother, and my aunt, but they couldn't find us because we ran like the wind at the sound of my moms loud roaring voice when she screamed for us to run. My mom told us that they were looking for her too, but that she hid in some bushes one house down from our house. She was hiding in something like a gutter inbetween two houses she said. She said that one

of the gunmen came and walked up to the front of the two houses where she was hiding and she seen them, because they were standing in the street light looking around. Thank God my mom was in a dark spot inbetween two houses. The gunmen didn't see or hear anything so they left. My mom also told me and my brother and my aunt, that she had to hold her breath to avoid making any sound or moving the bushes near her. She was terrified! Thank God we all Got out of that mess. So the next day, me ,my mom, aunt, and my brother packed up and moved out. Me and my mother and brother moved in with the

idiot that was flossing his money, because he had a big house and we had nowhere else to go. My aunt moved in with my great aunt. Shes old and sortof mean and her house is small so we couldn't live with her. The money flosser offered for us to live with him and my mom said yeah. It was the best thing we could do at the moment. It was like a gettaway location from the gunmen for all of us. Me and my brother didn't like living with this guy to much because we knew he was stupid and had stupid ways, litterally. So we all miserably lived with him for a while. We all went bike riding and things like that so it wasn't to bad. Eventually

the days came that me and my mom and my brother and my aunt had to go to court to face the gunmen and acuse them of the guilt and crime for which they did that awful day. Nearly killing all the New Yorkers, us (me, my mom, my aunt, and my brother.) I was extremely scared to face the gunmen so i didn't go to the trial when it was held, my brother didn't either. I don't know if my aunt went, but someone had to go! My mom bravely went and she got the gunmen put in jail for a while and eventually my conspiring cousin got put into jail too. Then eventually after a while all

of them got back out of jail not to soon after they were put in jail. I wished that i did go to court and that some of my other "good" family members did also, because i think if we would have bravely went and testifyed against them with my mom, they would have received a longer jail sentence. Next time i'll be brave and wear God as my protection. (I was scared to death, but with God I fear no one!) I was lost and scared at the time. Me and my mom and my brother packed up and left a few days before they got out of jail and headed back for New York City. We stayed in a shelter in the bronx for one to two to three

years, we been to alot of different shelters back and forth here and there for a while. My aunt is still downsouth but she lives in Georgia now. She's safe there. All the crazy stuff with the gunmen took place in Alabama. Around 1994-1996 And you know what! I blame the goverment for all of it! Everything is the governments fault as far as i am concerned. If God ran humanity all of us would'nt be in danger of satan and his minions all the time. I just thank God we're all still alive. Only By God do we all make it through. May god Bless all.

True Story By
China Alicia Rivera
aka shortyjewlz
March 14 2006

By the way, right now i live in the bedford styvesant housing unit in brooklyn new york. There's shootouts everyother day, and poeple urinate in the hallways everyother day to. I guess because they just have no self discipline and respect for others living in the building. But, nevertheless. By The grace of God I'll Always make it through! And that is something that i am absolutely sure of. I never question Gods love. Peace.