Ruthless Now (Teaser)

Ruthless Now Trailer -

“Now moving over to the Southside, Maleek Wright, in Terror Town, has finished his trial and has been

sentenced to 30 years for the murder of the man who was responsible for a great deal of the drug problem

in chicago. Sentenced with a possibility of parole in 2027, reports say he was with his wife and son when

authorities knocked down his doors and took him away.”

“Malcolm!”

Once upon a time, around the southside a young black man grew up in a house.

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