Chapter 20 of Get Rich Or Die Tryin

Random thought: I don’t really mind snitches. I don’t praise them nor hate them. They do what they do because of the circumstances they are in. Well, that’s stupid of me to say. Let me correct myself. Not all snitches are bad. It just depends on the situation. If you and I robbed a bank but they caught me and I ratted you out to get less time, then I deserve a bullet to the head. If we both robbed a bank but you set me up to get caught by the cops, then please believe I’m turning your ass in. Also not everyone lives by the street code so why should they follow it? If a grandmother watches her grandson get shot and she can identify the shooters, then she should go to the cops. Unless she’s a kingpin and has killers on the payroll there is no other way for her to seek justice. Anyways, I wish I had a killer/rapists/wanted person living next to me. I could use some of this reward money ASAP. $100,000 to rat someone out? That I don’t even know? That killed people? Fuck em, it’s a recession. Gimme that loot and give him the chair. I’M HUNGRY RIGHT NOW! My roommate might be Korean, but I’d put a little brown foundation on him and cornrow his hair for $100k. It’s late….