IN MY HOOD

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Bet you cant survive in my Hood. Niggas killing. Bitches scheming. Police chasing. In order to make it in eastern projects (made up) you gotta be tough. To say you made it out you gotta be tougher. In my hood shit gets real. I may only be sixteen ; But I seen some shit. If your strong enough follow me. Diamond Grayer through MY HOOD!

From day one of being in Eastern projects. I knew I fit in. I was content here. I was about seven, when my moms moved us here. We stayed in Detroit with my dad, until he up and left. Mommy had no money to take care of us. So we had to move to Texas with my auntie. She hated my mom. First chance we got we moved into Eastern projects. It was low income, And thats all mommy had. I adjusted to our new living quarters quickly. Making friends with Emaunnie, Jayda, and Brenda. We were the bad kids in the neiborghood. Telling all the adults info. They called us little hoodrats. Me and my clique stayed tight. All the way up to our teen years.

When I was thirteen. Mommy married. Joey, one of Texas biggest drug lords. I never would had guessed she was into thugs. He made sure me and my mom was laced in all the named brand shit. He even moved us into a huge house in the subs. I hated that shit. I was to far from my girls. I made that shit work though. Sneeking out, Having one of my fuck buddies come scoop me up. You damn right im not a virgin. I was using what I had to get everything. Money, clothes, jewlery etc. most people might call me a hoe. There wrong, These legs dont open for just anyone. In my Hood dont just give it up for shit.

"Diamond come here". My mommy called. We were close. I guess cause she had me young. We went shooping together and everything. My life was truly good. Joey even treated my like his own. "yes mommy wassup". I asked walking into the living room. My mommy and Dad were sitting there looking flusterd. "We gotta talk to you, ummm well Joey's daughter is gonna be coming to stay with us". Soon as the words left her mouth. I knew drama was soon to come. "ok whatever, when?" I asked like I didnt care but I did I've been his daughter for three years now. How can she just move in and take my place. I walked out the room and toward the door. "Bitch aint gone survive in my hood".

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