It was a little past midnight, and the streets were quiet. The quiet suburb was peaceful. Wealthy families enjoyed their sleep without a worry in the world.

A black four door truck with dark windows slowly crept into the neighborhood. With the headlights off, no witnesses could see the occupants. And at that time, almost everyone was asleep anyway.

"Ayy y'all ready to do this or what?" a young male in the front passenger seat asked, looking back at three other men.

"They don't have a choice at this point," said the driver as he put on his mask and loaded his gun.

All of the men began to mask themselves, load their weapons, and put on gloves. One of them a little more hesitant than the rest. He was still young and was pretty much brought into this life by trying to fit in. These were his friends, and at the end of the day, they always had his back.

"Alright, time to make some cash. Kendrick let's go"

Kendrick opens the door and leads two other men down an alley that leads to the back of their target home. The owner of the place worked at some big bank and had all of the luxuries. If they were able to just steal a few things, they could easily make thousands of dollars.

After climbing the fence and approaching the back of the house, one of the men picks the lock and they all venture inside. Kendrick slowly creeps to the front door and unlocks it allowing the men from the front to enter.

 
All five men moved slowly and carefully as they grabbed anything they could: jewelry, cash, other personal belongings. They even got their hands on some drugs. As Kendrick was filling his pocket with cash he found, he heard a noise upstairs.

"WHO THE FUCK IS IN MY HOUSE!?" the sound of a shotgun cock followed

Kendrick quickly stuffed his pocket and closed the drawer he was in. He heard his friends scattered around, then heard a loud gunshot. In shock, he quickly felt himself. Realizing he wasn't shot he dashed out the back door and into the alley. He heard police sirens and seen his friends driving towards him in the truck. He hurried and entered the vehicle and the group quickly drove down the alley until reaching the street. Everyone was quiet as the driver focused on getting far away and avoiding attention.

Finally, the silence was broken when the man beside Kendrick took his mask off in a fury.

"I can't believe he shot him! He killed my fucking brother!" the man broke into tears slamming his bag.

"Fuck this stuff, I don't even want the cash. I want the asshole who killed him."

Kendrick felt the man's pain. All three of them joined this little crew at the same time. They were more involved in the "gang life" than Kendrick, but they were still like brothers to him.

"We'll get him, don't worry" Kendrick put his hand on his friend's shoulder and continues to talk, trying to console him.

"Right now, we need to worry about laying low. The heat is on us right now. They'll be looking for us, and staying around that house for a minute. Trust me, that motherfucker will die, but we gotta be smart about it."

Kendrick grabs the gun his friend had and puts it in his bag along with the stuff he grabbed. He then took a few stacks of cash from his own pockets and put it in his friend's bag.

"Look, I told you-" the man tried to talk, but Kendrick immediately interrupted him,

"I don't care. You and Slim have always taken care of me, Ghost. If you don't want it, at least make sure your mom is taken care of. She's going to lose it when she finds out she lost a son."

Kendrick used to just be a school kid who had dreams of working in the music industry. His closest friends and most of his family were trapped in the gang life, and by association, he was pretty much in it himself. He still had ambitions of being in the music industry, but hitting licks and selling dope brought money in much faster. And after his friend got killed, the only thing left in his heart was fear, hatred, and a lust for vengeance.

He no longer knew what path he was on. He became lost in life.

It was the sacrifice, of a GOOD Kid to a M.A.A.D City