ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue

I popped in my cassette tape and listened to the new mixtape Lorenzo made me. I smiled at his his choice of words. I took off my headphones and got started with my day. I was thinking about playing basketball with him.

Does my parents approve with me being friends with boys? No. Sometimes they question my sexuality, asking if I'm a dyke and whatnot.

I rolled my eyes at that thought. I put on my grey and black basketball shorts and white wife beater. I combed my blonde pixie cut and grabbed my basketball.

"What the hell!?!," my dad yelled from downstairs. I looked outside my window to see two cop cars. My dad was the dopeman in all of Compton. He was only 16 years older than me and I was only 18. Everybody called him Prince.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. I ran to my parent's room and and flushed the kilos of cocaine down the toilet.

"He ain't do nothing. Not a got damn thing!!," my mom yelled.

"Shut the fuck up," the black cop yelled from downstairs. Punk ass sell-out, I thought. I finished my business and walked downstairs.

I saw them put a gun to his head and check his pockets. They searched the house for about a good hour or so and finally left. My dad finally loosened up and placed a scowl on his face.

"What did you do with the stash?," my dad asked me.

I told him honestly,"I flushed it." His hand connected with my face.

"The fuck you did that for?! That's how I put food on the damn table," he screamed in my face.

My mom just sat there glaring at me. I got up and slammed the screen door. Fuck y'all bitches, I thought.

"Damn, what were all the feds doing at your house," Lorenzo questioned. I told him everything that happened.

"Dag man, come over I want you show you something," he suggested. We walked down the street to his house before this hoe I never liked tried my life. She was a bitch that did the whole crew.

"Hey Ren, can you come over. My mom isn't home."

Nobody knows that I like Ren. Since he's my homie, I never expressed it. "He's mine," I said with an attitude. I kissed his cheek. Mm, I wonder what his lips feel like.

"Dyke," she said before twisting away. I rolled my eyes before continuing to walk with Lorenzo.

"What you did that for," he questioned. "I ain't want you to get burned."

"I wouldn't fuck her anyway," he fronted. "Could've fooled me," I joked.

He pushed me on the porch and shoved me in the house. He followed me in his room and closed the door.

He turned the radio on 1580 KDay and "Boyz-n-tha-Hood" came on. I was instantly greeted by Eric's high pitched voice. "Aye, this nigga raps now?," I asked bopping my head to the music.

"He also told me how Eric opened up Ruthless Records and how they were going to step in the studio. "Damn, you barely out of your teens and you're going all the way to Texas. I can barely walk to the corner store these days," I laughed.

"Promise me, when you blow up, don't forget about me, okay?," I told him.

"I got you, Shay Shay."

"Ayo, remember that time we snuck out and ate at FatBurger."

"Shit, we was like what, 15?," he recalled.

He smiled,"And then that time we stole a 40 oz. out the corner store." We laughed

"So what's your group called?," I asked changing the subject.

"N.W.A," he simply said. "The Hell does that mean?," I inquired.

"Niggaz Wit Attitudez," he told me. I got up and smoothed out my gym shorts. "Well Lorenzo, I need to get going. My dad probably has some weed he wants me to package." And with that, I left.