Chapter Twenty-Two

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Rose, Reagan

Them niggas tryna ask me how I do it
They don't know about the pain, pain, pain
That a nigga been going through lately baby
Shit done got a little crazy lately
Shoot a nigga make his ass to gravy baby

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They don't know about that new
Spot that I just got with them cameras everywhere
So they see yo ass
I'm in New York spending Nino cash
A broke nigga, I can never be yo ass
And I'm the future nigga, I see yo past
Who the fuck told you I wanna be yo ass?

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They ain't know it that I paid for
My mama to get married, she'll be
Happy for the rest of her life
That's something I know, nigga
And last year I was broke nigga
But they don't know

"Baby we're here," I opened my eyes and took the headphones from my ears because I really didn't hear shit he said, all I felt was him hitting my shoulder.

"I said were here baby, in Jamaica."

I smiled, and wrapped the headphones up and threw the back on the table since this was my daddy's own private jet. We were here, we were in Jamaica, and daddy knew I loved this place, ever since our last family vacation which was so long ago. I had to be like eight or nine around the time.

"I haven't been here in so long. Do we still have our beach house here, or?"

He nodded his head and wrapped his hands around my shoulder. "Of course baby, you know I wasn't giving that up after I figured out you loved it so much."

I didn't reply though because it was still another part of me that wasn't even sure about this vacation we were having right now, but that didn't mean I wasn't about to spend his money and have so much fun, because I was definitely about to do that.

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Looking at the beach house from the inside, it was still beautiful like the last time I had seen it. With a beautiful ocean blue color, it stood as a two story house, win enough bedrooms for our family, and a friend from each one of us. The house was decorated with white everything, and I loved it. I loved everything about it.

I still couldn't believe that he had kept it after all these years, especially because of a fight that we had gotten into once before.

I pushed my hand on top of one of the couches, just taking it all in, "I still can't believe you kept it after.."

"I know what I said, and to this day I take it back because I shouldn't have let your mother get in my ear, and I shouldn't have gotten upset from the product being stole from you.."

I continued to listen to him talk but it really went out of my ear once he started bringing mama up. I was too young anyway, and they shouldn't have let me walk, and work on a corner by myself anyway, and to this day I blame it on them for me being jumped. Because if I wouldn't have been out there, with tight clothes on, and handing out product, on a street at the age of fifteen, I wouldn't have been beaten.

Hearing my phone ringing in my pocket, I bent over and took the phone out of my shorts pocket, seeing that it was my brother, Karmelo. "Wassup?"

He laughed, "I was calling to see what was up with you. Ma told me you was at some girl house, but I ain't believe shit she was saying."

I knew my brother would've been mad if he knew what I was really doing tonight, but I knew I couldn't say anything if I wanted to keep the money in the long run-- at least that's what mama said.

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