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"Pops I think I wanna drop out" Saint told Sincere as they sat across from one another, separated by a glass window, only to hear each other speak through a phone. He's been meaning to get this off his chest. He couldn't tell his ma cause she wouldn't hear it, Alana was strict about Saint getting his education, she graduated high school and college, she expected the same from her only child.

His father was different, even though Sincere graduated also, he knew that shit could take toll on someone mind, the stress of it all, he understood, shit he ain't never liked school either, Alana was the one who motivated him to continue to get his diploma.

"Why the contemplation? What goin on wit football?" Sincere asked, intently listening. "Ian feelin it, the thrill I get from playin ain there no more so I be skipping practice occasionally. Coach be on ma ass bout that shit, but ion care. My grades always been straight, you and ma kno dat but what I kno is that my destiny ain lying with the books pa. That school shit just ain fa me" Saint confessed, Sincere eyed his son, it was crazy to him how much he reminded him of himself, that was for sure his twin.

"You kno I'm gon ride wit whatever you choose in life, and if you truly think that shit not worth it no more, drop out but make sure that energy go into sum useful, ain fuckin round Saint. I want what's best for you" Sincere said getting all serious. "I know, I know, that's why I came to you with this, cause I know Ma wasn't gone hear it, I just needed your approval and opinion first. I ain gon lie, I was thinking bout starting my own business, I wanna do a whole bunch of shit like owning clubs, barber shops, youth clubs but the funds you left behind fa me pop is only obtainable when I'm eighteen, so I've been thinkin bout slangin till the time comes, I spoke to Unc-

"Naw we ain rollin like that, you ain ready and if you were I still wouldn't let you. Shid you know dam well yo ma ain gone let you drop out just to slang? you slangin was a well long discussion we had when you were born, I wanted yo ass to continue my legacy but she wasn't widdit, which she was completely right bout cah look where I'm at, locked in da pen! so outta respect, yo mom's say remains and that's how it gon be Jun" Saint smacked his teeth, "But pops-

"But nothin, you heard my side, take yo thoughts up to yo ma now" Saint ran his hands over his hair, sighing. "Yo hair getting long, you gon loc it or keep the rows like yo old man?" Sincere took notice of his son's appearance. "Yea man, finna loc it, finna be on my Bob Marley shit" Sincere chuckled, "What ha name?" Saint rolled his eyes, "Pops why you stay thinkin every move I make got to do wit a girl" "Cah you sixteen and a horny ass nigga, now what's her name?" "There ain no g- "Wha ha name Jun?" Sincere chuckled, cutting his son off, "My nigga- "I ain't yo nigga, I'm yo pop now tell me, which girl got my boy altering himself " By now, Saint was smiling out of embarrassment that his father figured him out, Sincere smiling amused, valuing this moment. "There ain no- "She black?" "Nigga of course- "So there is a girl?" Saint sighed in defeat, his father catching him out. Sincere smiled, waiting for the girl's name to be revealed. "Tianey! she got biology, math and Latin wid me" Sincere nodded, interested, "So she likes locs? She Jamaican?" Saint stroked his incoming goatee,
"You kno what? Ion kno! whenever she talks bout herself I get distracted pops, you should see the lips on ha bro, I could watch her talk all day" Saint confessed, love struck. Sincere laughed, "Calm down lil man, you don't go actin round her like dis right?"

"Nigga of course not, If I do she won't be on me no more, I know the game, I ain stupid" Saint defended himself, "Good, I told you how I got yo mom right?" "Fo sho, I'm using your tricks on this girl right na, gon make her ma wife just like you did wit ma" Sincere smiled proudly, "That's my man" Sincere pressed his fist up to the glass, Saint raising his and spudding his pops from the other side.

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