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Chapter 18

Chapter 18:

Niggas biten me, I know they teeth hurt
I'm tired of all these rest in peace shirts

But I done lost a couple partners, yeah
when I thought shit couldn’t go wrong
But it did, can I get a Witness ?
‘cause everybody got problems
And you don’t know where to go
(You Be lost) a lot of these bitches weak minded
But you gotta learn how to be strong
And when you feel like you lost everything
Hey, gotta hold on, You gotta hold on,
You gotta hold on,
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Like that.

We come.

I will never stop

 

Rich Homie Quan – Hold On

            I returned home with crutches, and I was completely at lost for words.  The paparazzi have been going crazy trying to get pictures of me.  “Do you need anything?” Daddy asked sitting a plate of mashed potatoes with gravy and steak in front of me.

            I shook my head no.  I didn’t want to talk, eat, or live.  I stared at one spot on the wall with nothing going through my mind other than all the things I’m losing because of this life I live.

            Daddy looked me in the eyes. “Where’s the life in you? The twinkle in your eyes is gone.” He studied me.

            I stared at the same spot on the wall without acknowledging what he said.

            “Do you remember what I use to tell you when you were a little girl?” He asked.

            “Talkin’ about when you read nighttime books to me?” I lowly asked without looking at him. I felt so dazed.

            “Yeah.”

            “And when you laugh, I catch the twinkles in your eyes with a butterfly net.” I whispered.

            “You know you have to learn how laugh even when you’re at your lowest point in life.  No matter how bad life is kicking your ass, you have to learn to be optimistic because this shit you’re doing now, is pitiful. Look baby girl,” he grabbed my hands, “I want to see you happy, and with that Korbin nigga is not where your happiness is. You never give people the opportunity to play with your heart or happiness.  If it hurts you, it’s not meant for you. I really need you to pick yourself up and move along. When was the last time you prayed?” He asked.

            I was silent as my eyes scanned to look in his. “I-I don’t know.”

            “Talk to God for me, baby. I believe we struggle to be humbled. God has the power to give you everything that no man can take away, but he also has the power to strip you to the point where forgiveness is all you pray.”