It's really a simple story about two people from similar walks of life.. crossing paths what happens when it comes down to saving myself or you situation? What's considered morally right or wrong In these situations ? Does what's on the inside truly...
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" hi mama what's my babies doing ?" I asked Yara on FaceTime
" nothing I'm about to figure out what's gonna be for dinner so I can give them baths and lay down this baby is kicking my ass today " she sighed sounding tired
My baby was kicking this girls ass ..
" you nauseous again ? " I asked concerned
" yea and I ran outta the nausea lollipops ." She said.
" imma be gone only for another hour tops, I'll bathe and get them down for bed and bring you home some jamican food how that sound mama ?" I said trying to lighten my women's load
" it sounds good I just miss you I feel like you've been distant lately.." she's said looking teary eyed
Please don't start with the crying ya ..
" baby imma be home soon okay? I'm just tryna figure out some stuff we gonna talk more when I see you but you and I always soild .." I reassured her
this shit was new and scary dealing with a girl who was carrying your seed especially cause I didn't get to experience this with knoelle so a nigga didn't know what to do half. The time..
But I was trying ...
I currently wasn't home due to me handling some business so I was doing my usual hourly check in yara and the kids especially since I've finally convinced her to be a stay at home mom being that she's pregnant now ...
There was mad shit going on right now and a nigga was overwhelmed to say the least .. my girl pregnant, niggas tryna get a house , my baby mother missing, some funny shit going on with my product ... all types of fuck shit.
But despite the bullshit going on I had to make sure my little family was always good around the clock .. especially with two young kids already at the crib cause and one on the way That shit wasn't for the weak ...
A nigga felt beyond blessed.. but stressed was the next emotion that quickly followed ..
I was now responsible for and head of the household for a family of 5 when a little over a year ago I was running the streets freely ..
Not saying that I didn't love this shit because Yara and the kids are my reason ... but let's be real..
I'm a dumb ass hood nigga still selling and moving drugs ... and even if I don't get my hands that dirty anymore that's been on my mind ...
I have a lot of enemies so part of me been thinking of what's my next move gonna be .... so my end isn't in a cell or a grave
'cause before I accepted that and knew what this lifestyle came with but now I'm rethinking everything ...
