"You know u a mine nuh true" he says as he stares down at me. Jardon Herny everybody from knows the name if not the first name a di the last name dem definitely know fi sure after all I am one of the top dons in Jamaica and Italy.
"Me no wah nun fi...
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📍Barbican, Jamaica
"And why mi feel so lonely, Things change but mi cah hutch, is like every weh mi turn di people dem know mi and mi still no trust a soul not even people weh round mi". I sang along with skippa.
It was 4:30 now and I was alone at home installing a 24-inch pink wig for tonight while listening to " All Along" by Skippa, Man sings like he lived my life for me and put it in a song.
"Mi book ih villa fi a week and a just fi record, A 2 months plus a week mi no sleep a mi yaad, yuh nah fi tell mi bro mi seet seh mi been a go hard~ give thanks fi di fraud still a hear mi granny bro mi still hear mi dawg and any time you make a money juvi no drop yuh guard. Bloodclattttt". I said getting hyped.
No man a you help him write it no true.
"Bitch gwan yuh nah fi wait for me, mi tell mi mada just pray for me". I sang pointing to the door like I was telling someone to leave.
No man ih song bad no fuck.
"And along yuh swear to God yuh neva do mi wrong~". I sang heading to the kitchen.
Bowy uh eva hungry.
I was going to make brown stew oxtail, Rice and Peas, with Plantain and pear after finishing my task I was going to go to sleep for the party tonight since I lived alone, I didn't have to cook a lot.
My mom was a surgeon in L.A and my dad was a real estate in New York, he owned his own company and was well-known he also ran a shoes and clothes store, so I always had clothes and shoes, that was my parents' way of beginning present in my life, I grew up without their love and affection which caused a lot of fucked up things to happen to me but thank God I had Tiana's parents who raised me as their own. I had 2 little sisters, but they stayed with my mom in L.A. Kyra was 12 while Aryana was 7, I hardly spoke to them more out of resentment than not having time.
The reason for that was that my parents gave them way more love, attention, and affection than they ever gave me and because of that I resented them, I know it wasn't their fault, but I couldn't help it.
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I finally shared my food and quickly took a picture sending it to Uncle Chris and Aunt Trishana before sending it to Tiana.
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