Life is a cycle of death from one generation to the next. From day one we all have equal opportunities in life. As a young man who made some wrong choices at an early age and those choices will follow him all through the rest of his life. While trying not to become a statistic of the hood, but growing up in a society of poverty without a father can have a major effect on how your life turns out. Being raised around pimps, drug dealers, and wine-os their habits are bound to rub off on you. There are two roads in life: the road to destruction and the road to success; its totally up to you which one you will choose in life. You have to play the hand you were dealt, but you must play it to win. Sometimes things may not go as planned. You must never mix business with pleasure and loyalty and trust are everything. By know means ever should you let a woman come between you and your homies. Always stay true to yourself and know that snitches get stitches. If you ever get to the point that the money makes you instead of you making the money... GAME OVER! Written by: Frederick Williams aka Kwunt Dedicated to: Letha Williams

From the terrible slave identity to the growing racism, marginalization and criticism in the educational, social, health, family and criminal justice systems, African American males have many reasons to shed their tears.

The volumes focus on select aspects of the British imperial archives: the accounts of “discovery” and exploration – fauna and flora, geography, climate – the people of the subcontinent, English domesticity and social life in the subcontinent, the wars and skirmishes – including the “Mutiny” of 1857-58 – and the “civilisational mission”. This volume documents how the practice of thuggee was viewed by the British before: as if it symbolized everything that was wrong with the social order in India. The texts collected here are accounts of how the British 'discovered' the subcontinent. The narrative of discovery, with the freshness of the 'new', was couched very often in the rhetoric of wonder. But this sense of wonder, even astonishment in some cases at the variety, magnitude and sheer difference of the land and its people, was tempered over time with a narrative of exploration.

Money, power, respect and the battle for one woman's love pitted two notorious drug dealers against each other in a bloody battle that left behind many casualties. Young NARD has finally brought down CJ, Newark, New Jersey's most powerful and most dynamic crack King. But the baby-faced drug kingpin has made one monumental mistake--he left RAHEEM dying, but with an ounce of life still in him. If Rah survives, there's going to be a war in the streets unlike anything the decrepit city has ever witnessed, as he seeks to avenge the death of a friend whom he loved like a brother. Both men are thinkers, and they both have murderous goons at their disposal. But only one side can be victorious. Which side will it be? Will Nard's ego remain in check as his stature explodes to astronomical heights in the hood? If Raheem lives, will he prove that his gangsta is as cold as his mind is sharp? Nothing is for certain but death. But who's death will it be? This time when THUGS CRY, they'll cry more than tears--they'll cry blood. Lots of it

CJ is devastated when he comes home to find Tamika on the floor unconscious and bleeding severely. He knows that if she dies he is going to turn Newark, New Jersey into a killing field in search of Nard, the person he knows is responsible.