Ebo Sosa

They didn't even see the gun yet.

I still got my hand in the book bag, you know what I'm saying?

Trying to go make sure my boy all right.

All the time, it's the police.

So I'm like, fuck.

I dropped the bag.

It's so crazy.

My homeboy, Mundo Jackson, he just ended up driving right past us.

Like, seeing me get locked up, seeing the police surrounding me, they're in unmarked cars.

Whole time, this is a high drug area, so a lot of undercovers stay around that area to watch for transactions.

So mind you, this is why I say this is so crazy, because whole time I'm trying to be a fucking good Samaritan, they thinking I'm selling the homeless man drugs.

That's why they ran up on us.

That was their fucking probable cause.

But the shit that's so fucked up is...

After they realized it wasn't, we still went to jail because it was too late.

They already found the shit.

So basically they tell us to get out.

Boom, they search us.

I got the molly on me in my pocket.

So I'm just originally know I'm going to jail for molly.