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Intro. Visual: Sunset hitting the project buildings. The camera pans down to 187 Block. Kids play dice, someone blasts drill music from a speaker, the smell of chopped cheese and smoke in the air. Lil Ace leans against a car, hoodie up, posted with his crew — the 187 Savages.] LIL ACE (V.O., calm but cold): They call me Lil Ace out here. Seventeen, from 187th and Cortlandt — Bronx baby born in war. I don’t talk much unless it’s real. My mom call me Acen, still think I got some soul left. But out here? That name don’t mean nothin’. On this block, you either hold weight… or get buried under it. We chillin' now, yeah — laughin’, smokin’, talkin’ crazy. But don’t get it twisted... every one of us got a pole on us. 'Cause in the BX? Peace don’t last.

THE BRONX

@Ace