Why crime never pays written by a County lines boss
I'm going to tell you a little story of why crime never pays.
I was a very successful drug dealer just 6 years ago. Had the hot chick on my arm, sweet rides and the fat wedge in my pocket. Fuck me I was living the dream, and all it took was for one insignificant man to say them three words; "TAKE HIM DOWN", and I lost everything.
It all started back in 2001 I was a young lad looking for adventure and fast cash. In steps a real gangster- not one of these fly-by-night gangster tits. I had done him a solid the year before, I can't say what as it's still a open case! He gave me the opportunity to get what I was looking for, and thus started my illustrious life of crime.
I started as just another one in a hundred runners, with a bag full of 10 shots and a big ass blade in my waist band. It soon became apparent that I needed to step up the ladder to earn the big cash, so that's what I did.
I started to climb the ladder stepping on whoever was in the way. I didn't care who it was, I just wanted their job.
Treading the tarmac week after week, the money was rolling in.
I spent so much time out busting my ass, I was not even spending the money; just putting it in my safe.
I was having a day off, laying in bed with my girl, and I heard that "BANG BANG" of my door being smashed in by the boys in blue.
"It's the police, stay where you are don't move"
and this big cunt grabs me, pulls me out of bed, my cock swinging, slamming me to the floor.
"We've been looking for you for some time. You're nicked you little prick."
I got charged with PWITS (for those non-criminal type that's Possession with Intent to Supply).
Quick bit of community service, big fine, and I was back on the road. Life is good again, no one can stop me now I thought.
I'm going to fast forward to 2017. Proceeds of crime they called it I say daylight robbery the legal way. My brand new VW Scirocco, a motorbike R1, and god knows how much cash and shots.
The lean times have come again someone was a f****** grass and I was going to find out who.
I was back in front of the judge with a grudge.
5 years category 1 lead role County Lines and then three words once again "TAKE HIM DOWN."
Before I could even dust myself down I was behind the door, and this time I had no key just a prison tracksuit and a massive headache.