HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF Money tried to hold my hand as he led me down the stairs. He was loaded down with bags of drugs, cocaine, Molly, weed, lean, and money. And so was I. "This some fuck shit " he muttered under his breath as he suddenly stopped, alarmed. I bumped in to him coming down the stairs. "Yo, my nigga, wha'cha doing comin' out of there? Where Lil D?" a voiced called out. I looked down just as the chick inside the house began to scream...