True To The Game
Chapter One
A NIGHT OUT
Harlem, New York. It was the summer of 1988, and it was hot. Too
hot. Harlem had to be the hottest place on the planet in the
summertime. Exiting the West Riverside Drive on 125th Street, Gena
was amazed to see so many people standing outside a nightclub.
"Damn, look at that limousine, girl. We need to be with them!"
Laughing out loud, she was now suddenly anxious to get uptown.
"We damn sure do," said Sahirah, looking smug. It was amazing; there
was nothing like it: 125th was a mini Greek playland in the middle
of Harlem. Gena had no understanding. It wasn't like Philly. It was
larger, and the niggas looked like Eric B and Rakim, with humongous
gold chains and diamond medallions the size of bread plates. If it
was meant to represent wealth, that shit did its job. And Gena liked
it. She looked a ... read full excerpt from True to the Game ebook
