Mya
What It Do? My name is Mya Robinson and imma tell you how I became a Thugs Girl. So this shit started when I was what...17 years old and...
(This Whole Story Is A Flashback)
-FlashBack-
"Did you get the last box Mya?"
"Yes Mom"
"Okay just checking...but go put your stuff up or your dad will be pissed"
"I gotchu boo" I ran up in my room.
Me and My Mom are like girls I can tell her anything. Oh yeah and if your wondering what were doing we just moved into this house it's very nice and big. I used to live in the hood now I'm in the fucking Suburbs. Good luck to the bitches that gotta deal with me. And please don't come knocking on my door asking for some damn sugar cause we ain't gon give you shit go buy own damn sugar rich ass bitches.
Anyways so I turned on my iPhone and blasted my music. I turned on some Tupac rest in paradise my nigga. I rapped along to his music.
"Hit 'em with a little Ghetto Gospel
Those who wish to follow me
(My Ghetto Gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and remanence thinkin' of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to 'em
Aids tested it was stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone's ashamed of the youth
'Cuz the truth look strange and for me it's reversed
We left them a world that's cursed and it hurts
'Cuz any day they'll push the button and all good men
Like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin'
Told 'em they could get teary the world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me
If you take your time to hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me it ain't about black or white
'Cuz we're human I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My Ghetto Gospel
Those who wish to follow me
(Ghetto Gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns" I rapped and heard banging on my bedroom door.
It's my dad but i don't give a fuck. Nigga you better respect my damn property and knock nicely. I ignored the door and continued to put my shit away. Until there was a bang and a crash. I stopped what I was doing and looked at my door to see a man in a black mask pointing a gun at me.
