I remember reading about some African family moving to the deep ghetto once. It was a young teenager, he was sent to the corner store for a few items with some money from his mon and when he went to leave the house, a group of boys jumped him and stole the money. He returned home, so his mom gave him MORE money and he went out again and gt jumped...again

. This time he returned home crying and begging not to go back because he was afraid. His mom said he wasn't allowed back in the house if he didn't go, and she gave him some more money, and a stick. So when he was in front of the market at night, the boys came and tried to steal his money again but the used his goddam stick and beat the **** out of the boys
The moral of the story is survival of the fittest I guess in the ghetto
