Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screamin', dollar and a dream with my closet lookin' broke
And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Nigga I can tell...
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Shits different for me.
I went to jail at 17 and got out this year, i'm 22. A lot of people mislead the reason I went, but only a few can actually say their answer is the truth. Rumor has it that I killed three people for bullying me because my dad was killed. That's not true; biologically. I killed three people for speaking falsely on the Maraj's father. The man I looked at as a dad because mine was gone at my young age of 5.
Although our sides have always been different, we didn't have any bad blood against each other. That was until my mom got with Blos dad and shit happened. Blo father is the type to think he's meant to be on top. So when he came around and saw how respected Mr.Maraj was, he wanted to take his spot.
I was four when Blos dad came around, so I can only vividly remember things. What sits on my mind is him sending me with Mr.Maraj just to get closer to him. At the time I didn't know, until he killed him. Then it all settled in. I was 13 when that happened. It broke me to know that the man living in the house with my family killed the closest man to me. I hated it.
I was five when my dad died, four when Blos dad came and thirteen when the man I had permanent trust with was killed. It's all over the place, some would be confused. My ages is what throws people off, but that's why I don't explain it anymore. Simply tell them to mind their business.
But that's to be put behind me.
I came back home due to my people getting me out. Whatever they did worked and i'm beyond thankful for that. But I refused to stay in a house with that man. He killed the only person I trusted most in hopes that he could take that place. No one ever can.
I've been in contact with Oscar since I got locked up. He knew my reason and everything that came with it. I kept him updated with the case and more. We had an understanding that I would be with them the moment I got out. I couldn't just straight go with them, being that my family got me out.
Had to do the fake thanks and shit like that.
When Onika got caught with us in that meeting, I knew that would be an easier way. Seeing that she was with Blo had already made me feel like it would be easier to get away from my family. I knew he wasn't with her because he really wanted to be. It was to get more insight into their family. That was obvious, but Onika didn't think that way. Since she didn't know who Blo was from the beginning.
Oscar also had to play it cool and go with it because he didn't want Blo to find out. Onika saying I was a friend was really dumb. She didn't even know who I was, and me being 22, Oscar for sure didn't believe that. So she got in trouble.
Mrs.Maraj was in on it too and she knew I was moving in, all that. I went through her as well. Locked up, since she knew my mom wasn't showing a care, she was my care. She answered my calls and gave me that reassuring message when I needed it. I adore this family more than anything ever. They're my comfort.
