Ride For Me

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Present Day November 1st, 2015..

As three shots rang off from the end of the cold steel in my hand I had come to realization of what I had just done. After the body fell lifeless I lifted my mask and ran a hand down my face that was beaded with cold sweat.

Damn, I ain't neva killed nobody in my life..

"Yo Nakiah you good bro ?" My girl Kemani called from the back. A flood of guilt ran over me as I tried to keep a cool face for my friends "Yeah mi straight."

I leaned my head back in the back seat and shut my eyes all while keeping the fake smile I had on my face. Truth is I felt sick, I felt like this shit wasn't for me... But I wanted to be down so I was gon have to suck it up.

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June 1st, 2003
"Mommy, mommy where we goin
I don't want to leave Jamaica!"

"Hush Likkle gyal and go an pack your tings up like I said we are going to Foreign (America) I'm sorry tings not workin out here but it will be betta for you there I promise now hurry before ya fadda comes in here please baby !?."

"Ok mo--"

"Where you tryin fi go gyal ?"

Before I knew it my fadda had pushed my mother through the glass table in our living room. I remember trying to get him off her and him pushing me down.

I was only five and the sad part is I had seen this kind of shit so many times I had built up the courage to try and stop him, a grown man, by myself just to save my mother. As I lay on the floor looking up at a bloody mother and this man who was supposed to be my fadda, who was supposed to protect and love me unconditionally.

I was so young but I knew I wanted him dead and I was gunna be the one to make that happen eventually..
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Me & my motha left Jamaica and finally reached Foreign when I was about 9 years old. My fadda had up and left us because he had gotten "tired of us" he said as if we wanted him around at all anyway. We had moved to Southern California in Los Angeles,

Compton to be exact.

Things were rough for me at first.
No one could understand my Jamaican accent well so I became an easy target at school. That is until I met Kemani. She was gorgeous but a real ghetto yout back then and she still is now.

She don't play around with people and she don't stand for nobody messing with any of her family or friends. That's what I admired most about her. Kemani quickly became one of my closest friends.

When she saw how people were treating me she came to my defense everytime and I started to almost cling to to her, No one messed with me anymore. She introduced me to the rest of her little crew, Janett an Dolores, and I allowed them to somewhat mold me into who I am today and we've been tight ever since.

They tought me everything from selling drugs to how to cook them and even home invasions. Me and my motha didn't come here with much so I had to get it however I could. My motha had become helpless she tried everything to control me but she just couldn't.

I wasn't the same Nakiah I was back in Jamaica, I'm different now.

She had to understand that I was just trying to help and provide for her and it was either this or living shelter to shelter all our lives.
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