Life has been throwing curve balls at me these last couple of months. I'm not going to lie to you. I've been involved in some illegal activities to make some money.

I like living good. I can't stand being broke. I'm really good at what I do. I'm not a gangbanger. I'm not even a violent person. I tried that life and it wasn't for me. But I am a hustler and very good at it. And I know it comes with a price.

Two weeks ago, my uncle came to visit me.  He just got out of prison and he wanted to talk to me. I told him what I was doing to make some money and he told me that as fast as I got that money was fast as I was going to lose that money. He told me, “It's a cruel game, mijo, and you don't know who you can trust.”

See where I'm from there are two kinds of people: there are the broke homies still stuck on the block, and then there are homies like me and my boys ballin'. We are a family and we don't care about violence. We just like making money. But like I said, it comes with a price. No one wants to see us come up and they're hating. These broke homies want to see us rock bottom. I knew what I was getting into when I started but not to this extent. My whole block is hot right now with narcs and people are getting caught. I have money, clothes, a car with beat, but look at me.   I've got to look over my shoulder because fools want to hurt me and narcs are busting people left and right. Right now I'm at a fork in the road.   Do I continue making that money or leave that life and be a broke homie stuck on the block?