The time I almost died

I drove to a gas station at night the Golo on 51st/Indiana , when a bunch of African Americans kids who looked to be in their late teens to early twenties approached me, and asked me what set I was, whether I was a BD or GD and which block I came from. One them pulled a 9mm pistol and told me to answer up, my mind was racing my heart was beating. They said they were from 51st and I replied with Iowa, my old neighborhood was rivals with theirs, if I said 44th I would be shot in a instant. Thankfully they let me go. I drove off on my car as quickly as I could, I heard shots in background. f*ck them niggas by 51st, this was the same gas station that got shot up. This incident occurred to me in 2016, when I was like 17.

 
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