Cant Live Like This... (Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Roc Royal, and Tyga STORY)

Prison (Tyga's POV)

"Inmate number 0831 time for your cell search," says Mark the prison guard. I get up off my bed that hard motherfucker, and walk out the cell and stand by Mark the prison guard, as the other one search through my cell for any contraband (meaning anything we are not suppose to have). "My name ain't inmate number 0831 either partner its Tyga,"...I say to Mark. "Well PARTNER do I look like I give two fucks about what your name is, inmate number 0831?...says Mark. "His cell is clear!"...says the guard that was checking my cell. "Inmate number 0831 you can go back in your cell now, you will have dinner, recreation, (meaning playing basketball lifting weights or something) then shower time then back to C-block. 'Yeah whatever partner,"...I say walking back in my cell.

I walk back in my cell and sit down, I become angry. I sit down on my bed and I begin to rap. Rapping always calms me down, and keeps my mind off of shit. I stop rapping and call the guards name. "What do you want, inmate number 0831?"...says the guard. "Man can I have a phone call, I've only made one call since I been here to my mother. The guard lets me make a phone call I decide to call Shamari. The phone rang and rang and rang some more. It pissed me off so I slammed the phone down, and went back to my cell. I go in my cell and I start doing sit ups for a while until I was tired.

I sit back on my bed then, my mind started to drift off into the reason why I was even in prison. "If it wasn't for that nigga Roc getting in Shamari's head I wouldn't be here in the first place. I got something for that bitch nigga when I get out.

"Time for dinner Inmate number 0831," says one of the other guards. I walk out and go get my food and sit at the table and start eating what wasn't nasty as fuck. I ate my apple my bis-quit and a piece of that fried chicken that had no flavor. I get up and go to the cook. "Ya'll ain't got no hot sauce or ketchup or nothing?"...I ask. "The fuck you think you at KFC or something? You get what we give you, you either eat it or starve. "I asked you a simple question you miserable motherfucker, all you had to say is yes or no. Fuck you and yo nasty ass food bitch," I say walking away mad as fuck.

After dinner was Rec (Recreation) I stayed to myself and wrote letters to my mom and sister. I wasn't playing or chilling with none of these fuck niggas in this prison. This big buff ass Terry Crews looking nigga name Vic kept staring at me smirking with some of his niggas. I payed dude no mine and kept doing what I was doing. It was shower time and me and a couple other niggas when in last. I'm washing my dick and balls and shit, and I notice the other niggas left out barely washing they ass. Oh well it ain't me i gotta keep my shit fresh. All of a sudden that nigga Vic walks in and gets in the shower its just me and him. Once again I'm minding my own buisness fuck that nigga he dont scare me. I finish up and I get ready to leave out, that means I gotta walk past him.

I'm walking then out of nowhere Vic grabs me from behind with his arm around my neck choking me he licks my ear. Then he grabs my face. "You sho'll got a pretty mouth lil nigga," says Vic. I'm struggling trying to get out this nigga's grip, cause he about to try and rap a nigga. Hell naw that shit ain't about to go down on my grandma grave. "You FAGGOT ass nigga let me the FUCK! Go," I say getting free of his grasp. He punches me in the face busting my bottom lip. I punch him in the face as hard as I can, I think i broke my wrist on this nigga. Then I grabbed his dick and broke it. Vic hollers out in so much pain. The guard rushed in when they heard Vic screaming like a lil beyatch. "Whats going on here!!," says one of the guards. They were pointing there guns, I layed on the ground with my hands behind my back. "This buff ass faggot was trying to rape me with his bitch ass, I should kill that nigga"...I say as they stand me up. I stomp him, then they restrain me. I spit on him . They carried him out he was still hollering ..."My Dick"..."My Dick". They put me in the cell with the one window for punishment, I didn't give a fuck did they think I was gone get rapped by some faggot so he can give me aids hell naw I ain't gay that shit ain't cool at all.

"Man I need to get the fuck out of here this shit ain't for me," I say to myself