Used to be, Kings could wear their gold bandanas, Bloods could wear red, Crips could wear blue, and Netas could wear white. Now all gang identification is banned. Not that there’s anything else to do. New York state prisons can no longer afford their successful pre-release programs and there are no more college training courses. With no skills to offer new employers and a parole that forces a grown man to be home by 7 o’clock, the ex-con has no choice but to commit more crimes. Only this time he’s looking at a much tougher sentence so he’s going to do everything in his power not to get caught again. Even if that means killing the witness.