𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝙳𝚞𝚔𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 📍
We situated in the living room, Lailah next to me with her pink headphones on her iPad and Duke's mom sitting adjacent to me.
I left Duke at the hospital and headed to his momma's crib to speak to her.
I caught her up with everything going on with Tyreek and now it was time to talk about her son's history.
"Ready?" She asked and I confirmed. "For starters I'm K3's mother's sista. I had no clue what was going on in my nephew's life, we had a talk when I got here and he told me everythang and I 'preciate you fo' taking care of him, vice vera. Duke was born and raised in Chicago, in the hood. We lived in public housing."
Professional hood rat. Gotcha.
"I had two sons, Daymon and Carnell. He's 3 years older than Duke and that nigga was a loose screw. We grew up in deep poverty, in the dump, a two bedroom home with one bathroom and a tiny ass kitchen. Their father lived with us too, the boys shared a room."
She continued, "I'm the type of mother that supports their kids with whatever they wanna do as long as they're happy"
Ok she slow too.
"Carnell loved hanging around with foenem and Duke mostly stayed to himself and his homies from school. Carnell began to get deeper into the streets and was bringing in a lot of money, we were hella poor, any income into the house hold I was grateful."
"I was working a lot and wasn't at home, only to cook meals for the boys and then it was back to clock in. At this time, ian know Carnell was bringing Duke 'round gangbangers. He was only 11 and Carnell was 14. Ion know what he saw, but the day I found out, everything about Duke changed."
"How I found out was, he was smoking pot, this nigga would never even look at a blunt yet touch one. To this day ion know what he saw that scarred him to the point his whole personality changed. After that I lost my sweet boy. Gradually things became worse, my baby daddy decided that Duke should get more involved into the street life just like Carnell to bring in more money. They was good at securing the bag."
Smoking blunts at 11...and you didn't stop him.
"Grandma can I have some candy?" Lailah asked, interrupting the conversation.
"My purse is on my bed, there should be a packet of skittles in there" she told her and waited till she left to continue. "A couple years later Duke would start bringing females to the crib, treating em like they were an object. Breaking hearts, being a ruthless ass nigga with no heart. The only thing was he'd never disrespect me. Carnell on the other hand wasn't all about the females, he was focused on the bag and the bag only."
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Toxic Capacity II
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