As a nigga grows up, he must find his way. Living a nice lifestyle is not easy in the city of the Bronx. A hotheaded nigga got a gun and became cold. Momma smoked out and Daddy was unknown. Not sure which way to turn as you travel down the road of life. His grandmother prayed to God that he would change by the age of seventeen he gained three bodies, smoking heavily on a daily trying to ease the pain. No one understands he can't change, he has to survive.
Homicide is the result of his environment. There's nothing he hates more than watching his mom cry. In his heart, he harbors a lot of hatred, bottled up since the age of eleven. Despite being quiet, he's a nigga who goes off when tested. As soon as he caught his homeboy slippin', he shot him to send a message. This is a revenge game in which "you do or die."
It's a game he's playing, but he's fallen deep into it and doesn't see a way out. Smoking weed and snorting cocaine has driven him insane. In his eyes, you can see that murder is on his mind. The fear of his demise keeps him awake at night. After doing wrong for so long, he is contemplating suicide.
On his shoulder is the devil, ready to take his soul telling him to kill his enemies as they creep up on him. He knows nothing but murder shit. He emptied the whole clip as soon as he saw the car on the side of the road. In the car was their little sister Nena.
He heard her scream as he squeezed the trigger, and she died instantly. The enemy was coming back to redeem, so he cleaned the blood off his sleeve and threw the gun into the trees. In pain, he couldn't see, running but he couldn't breathe, he fell to his knees and prayed to God to help him. He was kicked out of the house because his mom caught him sniffing cocaine.
His friend Nisha didn't answer the door when he went to see her. He snorted cocaine while sleeping on the floor in the trap house. He has been tweaking for three days going on number four. A voice told him to talk to his momma because something was wrong. He waited until dark stumbling while walking. He wasn't strapped, he had thrown the gun in the park. He sees the enemy car as he gets closer. The dudes are all dressed in black and strapped.
She didn't answer when he called her phone. Praying that she is not home. As the dudes knocked on the door, the lights came on. As soon as she opened the door, they shot her in the head.
My eyes were glued to the book as I closed it.
In the city of the Bronx, New York, I was born and raised. The name Skyler was given to me by my parents, Diana and Christopher. I'm shocked she didn't name me scholar considering how much she controls my life! My mother is a criminal defense lawyer. I was born in a courtroom because she is so obsessed with her job. That didn't surprise me I had to sit in her courtroom for the next few years of my life.
It's not fun at all, and sometimes the people who are there stink! it was hard for me to hold my breath. It was impossible, I threw up everywhere. In my opinion, that's a win-win situation since I wasn't allowed to go back after that. I would have let all that shit out if I had known that's all it took.
As for my father, he is a Thug. You are probably thinking the same thing I am. That's right! They somehow met and fell in love. Because I don't have a filter, my father says I'm like a running faucet. Since birth, my father gave me a diamond ring that I still wear today. It hangs around my neck. It has been five years since my mom and dad separated. Some days of the week, I get to visit him. Brooklyn's ghetto is where he lives. The neighborhood is run by him and his friends. After what happened to JBO, everyone knows not to step to him.
JBO thought he could skim my father out of 2K. In the morning, his head hung outside his momma's house. Everyone remembers the look on his momma's face when she stepped outside to go to work. It's surprising she still lives there. Then again, where can she go? It's difficult to move when you're earning minimum wage and working a 9-5 schedule. With all this money flowing in, you know it comes with haters.
London, my homegirl, and I always run into trouble with bald-headed girls from our neighborhood. Their name comes from the fact that they're straight-hating baldheaded bitches! Every time we walked the block, they tried to catch us slipping. To be truthful they have been hating me since the womb. It all happened some years ago. baldhead Aisha invited me and London to her kickback.
They were all wanna-be ass niggas and dusty ass females. On the couch, Kyle and London were laughing, smoking, and having a good time. As Aisha walks up to London, she smashes a liquor bottle over her head. Then she attempted to hit her. Before she even had a chance to hit her, I got up. After the fight, we discover that Aisha had her nigga Kyle flirt with London. Knowing London will fall for the bait, he fine ass fuck. London had sex with her last nigga who clearly showed he was single.
London tried to tell Aisha she had no idea they were a thing. In other words, Aisha was just upset that her nigga had cheated on her with a pretty bitch. Ever since then, she's been mugging and fighting with us whenever she gets the chance. London got my back as much as I had hers. Nobody can get close. My father makes sure nobody lays a hand on none of his family. Like Queen Elisabeth, he runs his empire like an embassy.
From birth, my parents gave me two bedrooms one for me to sleep in and the other for my clothes. Diana always tells me you should never lay your head where you get dressed at. My father made sure I had everything I need and wanted. He did not want me asking anybody for a damn thing. I get 1.2k every Sunday, and of course, the first thing I do is go shopping. I can't wear the same thing twice. From my caramel skin to my chocolate eyes and long brown hair with curves and a slim waist, you know I have to show it off. It deserves to be in different outfits throughout the day.
When my older sister, Paris, decided to pursue a career in music instead of attending college, my mom disowned her. I love my sister she's everything I'm not but aspire to be.
Diana and Paris were arguing one night when I happened to overhear them. College isn't for me anymore, Mom. Nothing interests me. We've done everything we can to get you into that college, little brat. Are you not understanding? It took us a lot of work to make sure you got a good education. I don't give a damn! Music is what I want to do. I'm a singer, not a damn college student. What will your life be like if you follow that path? On the street. How would you know Mom? Even if I tried to show you, you wouldn't even let me. What do you want me to see? Lyrics that are phony. Is this the example you want to show Skyler? Let's hope Skyler does what she wants and doesn't take shit from you! My sister was smacked so hard that I flew back to my bed in fright.
Whenever Paris and I get into a dispute, I always check on her the next morning. I walked in on my sister for the last time. When I opened the door, I saw my sister holding an empty pill bottle on the floor. The words I uttered were mumbled and jumbled together as I screamed and cried. My parents ran into the room when they noticed it. My sister was in my arms until paramedics arrived and took her away. All the things about my sister were thrown out by my mom, and she even covered the room with a wall. It was as if she had never existed.
My mom controls every aspect of my life, from my language to my hobbies and career choices. Mind as well throw my ass in an asylum, I have no freedom to be myself. My mom's strict rules are as followed. I'm required to be home by 7 pm, and any lateness was considered disrespectful and disobedient. What's the point of being rich if freedom doesn't come with it?
