Can't Love The Hood

22 | Daddy

| King Jackson |

Daddy I gotchu
Daddy I love ya
Daddy my partna
Daddy my best friend
Daddy this one here for you
Daddy imma do this for you
Imma find out who did that to you
Daddy just put your trust in me
Don't worry about nothing
Cause I got'em
Imma do it for you
~ Rich Homie Quan

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I sat on the stage in the auditorium, peering over all my classmates in our matching caps and gowns. This shit was what I've been waiting on for these past few years. Although shit went sideways this year, all the hood drama and the basketball team not making it to state, I still won in the end. I came, I conquered and I won.

The process of calling students to walk the stage and receive their diplomas had already begun, and everyone was going crazy. Niggas were milly rocking across the stage while females struggled to take a few steps in their six to eight inch heels.

"Amber Benson!", the principal called her name loudly, and she walked across the stage in her gown. I noticed how she had a small pudge with the oversized gown on, but I didn't pay it no mind. What that hoe did now, was none of my business.

I turned my neck around, peering back at Angel who was a whole six rows behind me, due to her last name being Roberts. She was clapping as Amber grabbed her diploma, shaking hands with the administration, then heading down the opposite side of the stage to retrieve her seat she once previously occupied.

"Amir Berry."
"Lacy Biggett."
"Jarome Brown."
"La'Nycia Brown."
"Jacobe Brown."
"Anthony Brown."
"Darrell Brown."

"Michael Bryant."

"That's my brother!", Tyrike, Rain, Angel and I all yelled out for him as he walked across the stage.

Once he received his diploma, he dabbed a couple times after he shook the hand of the administration, resulting in a crowd of laughter. I pounded on his chest two times before throwing up the squad sign, which Tyrike and I returned as he took his seat.

They continued to call names and I clapped for everyone, including Saad bitch ass. I was in an overall good mood as they entered the J's. Prepping myself, I got excited, knowing that my last name was going to be close to the beginning of the J's list.

"Braylon Jackson."
"Brianna Jackson."
"Candace Jackson."
"Jerry Jackson."

"King Jackson.", I headed across the stage doing the Rich Homie Quan dance, as everyone cheered my for me.

Looking at in the crowd, I spotted my mother, my sister, my grandma, grandpa, my aunt Nicole, uncle Tony, uncle Jaylen and my aunt Marie. I sent them a wave before hitting them folks on stage, and grabbing my diploma. I shook hands with administration as people called out my name.

"That's my baby!", I heard my mom yell from the crowd.

"My King!", Angel yelled out.

"Go bestfriend, that's my bestfriend!", Rain called.

"My nigga, my nigga!", Tyrike and Michael yelled.

A few random hoes yelled my name which I bluntly ignored as I headed back to my seat. That was a moment that I will remember forever.