The Gates housing projects are associated with boarded up windows, huge roaches, crackheads, and welfare mothers who are just trying to make it. The Gates also is called home by three mother-less brothers who run the gang-life surrounded inside of...
"So I guess I'll start by sayin' that I love you, But you know this thing ain't been a walk in the park" - Chris Brown
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Sincere Kolby Karter "Spank"
"Where the f*ck were you,"Santana yelled pounding his fists on the plain white hospital wall. I ran my hands over my waves. "Where the f*ck. were you when they shot Scooby," He pointed over to Scooby's lifeless body that was now lying in a hospital bed.
I felt bad, but that sh*t wasn't my fault. "Mane," I dragged. "I was coming to opening night but Tyra-," I started but was stopped by Santana. "that b*tch again," Santana frowned. "If you wasn't hiding yourself in that b*tch a*s your brother wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed now," Santana frowned. "What the f*ck was I supposed to do? Jump in-front of the bullet for him?," I asked earning a look from Santana. "You'd do it for that b*tch who-," He started but I just walked off. "Reese did this sh*t because it was only one of us there," He yelled after me. I swear, If he wasn't my brother I'd been and shot his a*s for talking about her like that.
I don't know how I found myself throwing rocks at Tyra's window. I huffed as I threw another rock. "Spank, what are you-," She whispered, being sure not to wake her dad. "Come up," She motioned stepping aside from her window, and allowing me to come threw. "What are you-," She asked once more, crossing her arms over her tank top that exposed her nipples. "We done," I blurted out. Her grey eyes stared a hole into me. "We need to break up," I shrugged.
I turned to walk away but I felt her softly grab my arm. "Spank," I heard her sniffle. I could tell she was crying, but I wasn't going to turn around to check. "What-What did I do," She sniffled. "Spank," She cried. "Please just look at me," she begged, tugging at my arm. I finally turned around to see tears cascading down her cheeks. Damn. "What did I do," She asked once more. "Its not you, its me," I tried to explain. She tried to wipe her tears but they kept falling. I sighed, I hated to see her cry. I turned to walk away once more, but felt her arm tug me again. "Please tell me the real reason," She cried. "Is it another girl," She sniffled. I nodded, lying yes. She put her face in her hands and began to cry even harder. "Look, Tyra I gotta go," I sighed finally walking off. "F*ck," I cursed hard to myself.
