A Ruthless Life • Eazy-E & Aaliyah

Welcome to Compton

OKAY THIS BOOK IS A HOT ASS MESS. IT'S MY FIRST COMPLETED STORY ON WATTPAD AND IT MAKES ME CRINGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

"You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."

Compton, CA 1986

Compton, California is one of the most dangerous cities in America. What is the world coming to when a drug dealer or gang member can't walk the streets at night? Well, welcome to Compton.

My name is Eric Lynn Wright but the streets know me as "Casual". I was born and raised here in Compton on September 7, 1964 to Kathie and Richard Wright. There isn't really too much I can say about myself except that I flag blue. You don't have to be from Cali to know what that mean. I'm a Crip, a Kelly Park Compton Crip that is.

I dropped out of high school and began to sell drugs. I'm not proud of it but shit, that's how I put food on my table and pay my bills. At the time, school just wasn't for me but I did go back and received my GED. Because of my drug dealing, I have $250,000 in my bank account. The year is 1986, I'm 22 years old. Where will I be before the age of 30? Will I be married? Locked up? Away from Compton? Or even worse, will I be dead? I ask myself those questions everyday.

I'm on Slauson right now because I have to meet with one of my "clients". His name is Joe but we call him Trigga because that nigga is always ready to shoot his gun. I arrived at his crib, the time is now 8:35pm.

*knock knock knock*
No one answered. I knocked again, but still no answer. "Is he here?" I thought to myself.
I knocked one last time but this time it was a loud bang. I'm very impatient. It's late as hell, I'm tired, and I just want to go home and sleep.

          "Who is it?" he asked.

          "You know who it is", I replied.

         "No I don't, please give me your name."

I can tell he was trying to be funny because he was holding back his laughs. I have a unique ass voice. It's raspy and high pitched. No one sounds like me so he knew who the hell I was.

          "Nigga I aint got time to be playing with you. Just open the door, open the fucking door!" 

"Alright lil nigga, calm down", he said while he opened the door.

           "You got the product?" he asked.

           "You know it. So what was up with you being childish when I knocked on the door?"

           "I was just fucking with you. It aint even serious Casual."

In the middle of our drug deal, we heard sirens. We looked around and saw flashing blue lights coming down the street.

          "Oh shit its the muthafucking police", he said.

He ran back in his house as quick as a flash. I ran back to my Impala and drove off as fast as I could. Another drug deal gone wrong.

"Fuck the police", I said as I drove away.