Hear me out, tell me what life is about...

Here's a little something, I was thinking about a couple of days ago. Tell me if it's something plausible and something I can perform for you.

It's funny when you wake up in the morning and your brother is in you face, like, "How I look?" Now, I'm thinking to myself, saying to myself, "Hmm, what is this nigga wearing? He has on black, white & blue Stan Smith's , some blue jeans from Brooklyn Express, a name belt that has an 'S' on its chest, a shirt that says 'Don't Mess With Sesame Street' and a LA Dodgers cap, not Miami Heat." So I say to him, "What's all the blue for?" He tells me, "Motherfucker, I'm crip." Now, pause, stop, rewind, wait a couple of seconds....play. "Now, what the fuck did you just say?" I said, "I'm Crip, nigga." I'm like, "OK, Tookie, calm down, what's your name then, Pookie?" He's like, "Na, it's P-Loc." I say, "Word? That's dope, but why a gang, why Crips?" He tell me, "These are my niggas, my brothers, we stay together, we're loyal and we protect one another, almost like a brotherhood, just with more paranoia. A gang is just an emphasis on our central message and image of brotherhood/loyalty." I said, "What about a fraternity, something with less modernity that has brotherhood & loyalty, but is less violent, you see?" He tells me, "No, that's not how it is, that's not how it's gonna be. So today is the day I need you to do something for me." I say, "What's that?" He says, "I need you to sell this weed for me, while I'm in Jamaica." I'm like, "No, I refuse, to meet my Maker." He's like, "It won't take ya, long to get the concept down, you won't be gone by the time I get back around." I say, "I'ma be doin' this for a month. You gonna be in Jamaica, smokin' blunts." He's like, "Please, this is my only way for income, remember? I got shot two years ago, four months before December, now I'ma paraplegic, with disabled members. As a matter of fact, this shit is your fault, I remember! Fuckin' Captain-Save-A-Ho! If you didn't help that bitch, I wouldn't be in this predicament." I say, "Yo, it's not even like that, if you weren't a part of a gang, you wouldn't have gotten sidetracked. Let's remember, you do start school a month after December. Let's try to stay alive, cuz life gets hard in the winter. Truce?" "You right, deuce."