The Crips and Bloods down here are a bunch of little dirty fuckers. Knife wielding wannabe thugs, selling shit quality drugs to upper class white school kids.

I've had run ins with them a few times in the city. Cheap $2 blade hiding bitches, if you ask me.

The hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters. Cus D'Amato