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    How It Went Down On Cook Street: The Ghetto Files, #2
    How It Went Down On Cook Street: The Ghetto Files, #2
    How It Went Down On Cook Street: The Ghetto Files, #2
    Ebook97 pages52 minutesThe Ghetto Files

    How It Went Down On Cook Street: The Ghetto Files, #2

    By johnnie thomas

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    Fast money. High stakes. No way out.

    When the streets pull you in, they don't let go easy. In a world where loyalty is tested and survival ain't promised, the only way to stay ahead is to make the next move before the last one catches up to you.

    Some run. Some fight. Some don't make it.

    You ready for the ride?

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherjohnnie thomas
    Release dateMar 1, 2025
    ISBN9798227968821
    How It Went Down On Cook Street: The Ghetto Files, #2
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    johnnie thomas

    I move like the wind, untethered and unseen, leaving behind only traces of the places I've passed through. What would you sacrifice to uncover the truths hidden just out of sight? The answers lie waiting in the Hidden Eye Village, a place you'll only find if you're ready to see what others overlook. Are you prepared to take the first step?

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      How It Went Down On Cook Street - johnnie thomas

      ​HOW IT WENT DOWN ON COOK STREET

      ​THE GHETTO FILES

      BOOK 1

      Johnnie Thomas IV

      ​Table Of Contents

      ●  INTRODUCTION

      ●  CHAPTER 1 – THE COOK STREET WAY

      ●  CHAPTER 2 – DRUNK AND TRIPPIN

      ●  CHAPTER 3 – THE COFFEE SHOP

      ●  CHAPTER 4 – TIME TO PUT IN SOME WORK

      ●  CHAPTER 5 – HUNTING TIME

      ●  CHAPTER 6 – THE BREAK IN

      ●  CHAPTER 7 – DEEP IN SHIT

      ●  CHAPTER 8 – AN UNWANTED DEPARTURE

      ●  CHAPTER  9 – BLOODY HANDS

      ●  CHAPTER 10 – WELCOME TO SUNLAND PARK

      ●  CHAPTER 11 – DULCE LUJURIA

      ●  CHAPTER 12 – O FUCK NO!!

      ●  CHAPTER 13 – A PROBLEM ON COOK STREET

      ●  CHAPTER 14 – A MEETING IN THE TRAP

      ●  CHAPTER 15 – I GOTTA GET MINE

      ●  CHAPTER 16 – CHASING SHADOWS

      ●  CHAPTER 17 – THROWING HANDS

      ●  CHAPTER 18 – PROTECT YA NECK

      ●  CHAPTER 19 – COOKED

      ––––––––

      Disclaimer

      These images were created by AI because, honestly, I can't afford an illustrator—and I ain’t messing with Canva’s basic-ass covers. So this was the route I took.

      But I had to include a couple of images so you can really see this story the way I see it in my head—to live out these scenes, feel the rawness, the energy, the chaos.

      It’s a wild ride—but anyway, hope you enjoy.

      ​INTRODUCTION

      Kenny Cooks (Fate) – Poetry at JR Crickets

      Ain’t nothing like the smell of lemon pepper wings, Hennessy, and weed.

      That’s what JR Crickets feel like to me—a place where niggas from the westside and corporate white folks from downtown mix up under one roof, united by deep-fried grease and liquor. On the west wall, they got jerseys hanging—Michael Vick, Dominique Wilkins, some old Hawks shit. On the east wall, they got framed photos of local legends who done made it big or died trying.

      I’m standing in the middle of it all, mic in my sweaty-ass hand, and my heart tapping the inside of my chest like it wanna jump out and run. This poetry shit ain’t for thug niggas.

      But here I am.

      I take a deep breath. I look over at the bartender—she cute, caramel skin, ass sitting right, gold bamboo earrings. She don’t even glance my way. Just keeps pouring drinks like my words don’t matter.

      Fuck it. I start.

      Dream in Reverse – by Kenny Fate Cooks

      Fat blunt dopamine enters my bloodstream when i dream

      Cause being alive aint what it seem

      I got stress, debt, a couple bad checks

      Gunning for my life till i’m short of breath

      The culture is its own beast, a apex predator

      Being different get you ate like the regulars

      Or maybe i should drive to the crime side

      A life of cream till they shoot you from yo blind side

      Or find yourself getting fucked by the red and blue

      I rather sleep, give me peace before I take it from you

      Silence.

      For a second, I think maybe I lost ‘em. I ain’t supposed to be here, anyway. This some out-of-body shit. A gangsta doing poetry?

      Then, it happens.

      One dude in the back, probably some college cat, snaps his fingers. Then another. Then another. But before I can feel good about it, some nigga at the bar leans back in his seat, loud as hell—

      Man, what the fuck was that?

      Laughter..... I clutch on my 38 special.

      A couple dudes in hoodies shaking their heads, sipping on Henny. I see a white dude in a suit frowning like he trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube.

      I grip the mic tighter. I wanna say something slick, but I keep it G. I just nod, fake like I don’t give a fuck, and step down off the little stage.

      Jack sitting at our usual table, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. He already got a pitcher of beer in front of him, his big-ass shoulders hunched forward, looking like he could tackle a damn truck if he wanted to. He a big ol’ country white boy, a good 6’4", built like a grizzly bear, But the way he sit, the way he dress, the way he talk?

      Ain’t a white bone in his damn body....He

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