"Yeah, Smoke. I’m back," CJ replied, a mix of relief and tension in his voice. The Struggle for Respect
In those early days, freedom didn't mean a lack of responsibility. CJ quickly learned that to survive in , he had to earn his place. He spent his mornings at the gym , pushing his limits to build the strength needed for the life ahead. His afternoons were spent at Sub Urban , trading his worn-out travel clothes for the green colors of the Grove Street Families. GTA San Andreas Free
CJ walked toward his childhood home, the familiar sight of the cul-de-sac greeting him. It had been five years since he fled to Liberty City, but the air still smelled the same—a mix of exhaust fumes and the faint scent of salt from the nearby ocean. Before he could even knock on the door, a bike skidded to a halt beside him. "Yeah, Smoke