Where Will My Soul Go

The First And Last Time

I was always a down chick. I got in the game long ago. When I was in my early twenties. I had met this guy named Tony and he changed my life. He was down with me and I was his Ride or Die chick. I went with him everywhere and nobody could tell me anything. When I was with him I left like I was over everything. He ran the streets out here and he got me involved after 3 months of us being together. Never would I have thought I'd be cold hearted killer. Tony had me in the game and I wasn't trying to get out of it. I knew what I had to do and I knew what I wanted. Those were the same things.

I had got pregnant with Tony's baby 1 year into our relationship. I didn't want to bring a baby into this environment. Yet I had no choice. I went along with it. I then told Tony I was pregnant and he left me. He moves cities. I was hurt. Until I realized I was still the head of the streets and shit didn't go down without my say so. I didn't know what to do about my child. So I did what a good mother would do for her child. I gave him up for adoption. I did want to give up these streets but something about it had hold of me. I couldn't raise him to grow up and be like me. I had to make life easier. I couldn't provide that at the moment.

Everything fell into place. I took a break from the streets and let my girls take over until I came back from giving birth and taking off. Once I came back things weren't the same. I had mother fuckers who thought they had a say so. But they just didn't know that they didn't run SHIT.

The first time I killed someone I don't know what came over me. It was like I didn't know who I was. Yet I did. I knew that this was something that I wanted to continue to do. So I did. I didn't have to kill that many people in this industry. I had people to take care of stuff like that for me. The years went by and my life kept going. Day after day selling drugs, getting money, but never fell in love. Every guy that came across me I either cut off or shut them down before they could hurt me. I wasn't open with anyone. Other then Raven.

Raven was 24 when she moved in with Cathy. She had a 4 month old baby she had to care for. She didn't want to deal with the streets like her sister. Cathy had promised that she would always be there for her. And she was. All though she still wasn't giving up the streets. A year had went by and it was Kyle Jr's first birthday. Cathy wanted to do something for him. They decided to have him a big party at the park. It was a beautiful day and she thought everything would be fine. Until the party had started.