Wide Load was inner city all the way.
Without the inner city, he couldn't make it another day.
He loved the sound of traffic noise.
And drinking Budweiser on the corner with the boys.
The occasional sounds of gunshots didn't disturb his sleep.
It was as though he was in another world not hearing even a horn beep.
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