Prayers for the Ghetto - The Evolution of the Project Mentality (Paperback)

The girl trying to talk to him the whole night was the only one saying, "No, I said rob him not kill him" But, she couldn't stop them. He tried to fight them off but they were too strong. He felt his body being lifted up and he saw the window coming at him. He was bleeding badly from the stab wound and all he could think about was his mother telling him that she thought going out tonight was a bad idea. God told her to warn him to stay home tonight. He told his mother he didn't want to hear anymore of that Jesus shit and he was going out. He was young and he wanted to have some fun. He could see his mother's face clearly as they opened the window and he began to hear and feel the swooshing sound of the wind as he was dropped head first towards the pavement below. He looked up towards the sky, saw his mother's face and he could hear her voice saying, "A hard head makes a sore ass son" And as his head crashed into the cement his consciousness exploded into a thunderous exhibit of white lights.