he grew up in the streets of Los Suenos, with no dad in the picture it was always him and his mom, he was smart always getting straight A's and working, or at least that was what his mom thought, don't get me wrong he was getting straight A's but the job his mom thought he was doing was nothing what she thought. He was hustling out in the streets making money in a way he knew his mom would never approve of, but if he could support his mom and make her proud, that's all that mattered to him. He was street-wise growing up there; he knew everything like the back of his hand, where to sell, who to talk to, who to trust, and what was selling best. He wasn't doing it alone tho he had one person he trusted. His best friend Junior Tavai and he were running the streets. One day, on our way to school, Junior and I catch a glimpse of a woman who looks exactly like my mom. At that moment, we find out my mom has been running the streets longer than I've been around, and get an understanding as to how and why my knowledge is there, and why the streets call to me. A week has passed, and I chose to ask my mom about it. She tells me everything that she's done. As she went into depth, I found out they called her the queen of Los Suenos. My mom has always known what I was doing. She tells me everything that she's done. As she went into depth, I found out they called her the queen of Los Suenos. My mom has always known what I was doing. She knows everything that's going on; she just didn't want me in that world. Since then, I stopped my hustle, finished school, and was ready to go to a prestigious college. On my 19th birthday, while Junior and I were out chillin', everything about me was about to change. When they got to their favorite food spot, Ninos Mesa de oro, we saw my mom coming out with food and what looked like a gift. As she was leaving, 3 men wearing red were walking past. As soon as they got clothes to her, she was shot 5 times in the chest and her neck slit. Junior and I ran over by the time we got there, they were gone, and my mom's life had passed. Tears fell, but while my anger was rising. On my mom's waist was her specially made pistol with SOS carved into it. In the gift was a silver chain and black cross earrings. All I knew was they were wearing red and had to be part of a gang. My college life was no longer; it was time for me to get back into the streets and find the people who took the person that I was doing everything for. All I knew was my mom was part of the SOS crips and I wanted to be with them because they had to be family to my mom. The man responsible for the murder was none other than Richie "Mr. Badman" King He had members of The Prophet$ dress up as 5ive members to further spark the war between The 5ive and The Sons of Samoa