For The Love Of Quincy |Quincy Brown & KeKe Palmer

Game Fucked Up.

Hey Yall,

If anyone has questions on this story and or is lost with things please feel free to ask questions. I have no problem answering them for yall.

Yall let me know more of yalls thoughts, what yall feel. Thanks for the support as always, I deeply appreciate it. Also, my writing is still changing because Im quite fairly new to this. Yall will see mistakes, Im not perfect, so fuck out with the judging shit, pls.

Q and Justin in mm.

Other than that, here go an update for yall..

- P.P , Tee

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We're all flawed beautiful creatures..

Sometimes we're insecure, we're fragile

Sometimes we laugh at each other to make ourselves feel better

Sometimes we lie, sometimes we say things

That we really don't mean

But in the moment, seem like the thing to do

We're all flawed beautiful people

We're all flawed beautiful creatures

We're all flawed beautiful people

We're all flawed beautiful creatures

Is it a crime if a man kills to protect his own from harm's way?

Who will be the judge anyway?

What would you have done if the gun was in your hands

Feet were in his shoes?

Guess you'll never know what you won't do

'Cause in the moment might seem like the thing to do

[Quincy.]

*Three weeks later.

"Q, give me bout fifteen minutes. Mufuckas actin' like dey aint seen shit. Im tie'd of waitin' Im finna make er'body start singin'." Khalil said.

"Aight, but I need dat detail no later."

We agreed and the call was ended. I need for Justin to just open up his eyes. This happening to him has already disturbed the fam, inna big way. I try not to think bad for him, but its been a couple weeks na' and he still aint up. Im not gone be able to handle dat. He still onna' breathin' machine and his heart is faint, im not liking it one bit.