Testimony an August alsina urban fiction

Testimony an August alsina fan fiction

                            August pov

When you got a family on welfare, you gotta do something to bring money in the house. I ain't talking about flipping burgers, nor selling clothes on the street. I am talking about fast money. Money that will get you to my level. That money will make you king of New Orleans. Crack, cocaine, the good good.

" Yo' man I got 50 cent. For that bull dog." The crack heads man, I tell you.

" Man you know I don't sell for know coin's. Let me see a 20 dollar bill in your hand, and I'll give you some." I said. The crack head whimpered, and fell to his knee's.

" I'll suck your dick. Just please man, I got a kid at school. I gotta pick her up. Just a little man please." He begged on his knee's.

" Man, get your bitch as up. You ain't got a daughter. If your did, you hell'a late, because its 1:00am at night." Nasty ass nigga.

You see what I got to go threw. You see, you have the pot head's, to the pillers, pillers to the cracker's, cracker's to the methods. Its the order of drug abuse. I mean I ain't worried about nun, as long as I feed my family and got dollar's in pocket then I am fine.

"Yo bro come by my house the girls wanna see you, and while you there can you watch them I need to go make moves yo. " My brother Melvin said into the phone.

"Alright brah  I gotta go to by my Patna, but I got you I'm always ready to see my lil homies." I said as chopped it up on the phone my brother Mel is my ride or die he the one who taught me how to get this fast money. Ma kicked him out because she found out he was selling death traps as she call them, I mean he had to take care of a fiancée and three kids girls at that and help mama.

See ma have a job but she need to pay off her mortgage for a house and we need to help, I mean since we don't know our father and her ole man is a lil crack head to she love that man I think a little more than she love her kids.  But, I love my mom way to much to be all stubborn 'bout it. 

I can't get a job because they think I'm a low life thug with tattoos, a criminal. I mean I'm not going to pull the straps out unless you cross the line simple as, I have tried to pursue a singing career but people ain't hit me back I ain't really give up on that but I need to get this fast money at my paste.  "Hellow." I said in my thick Nola accent "Hey, baby Wyd?" My ole lady asked me. We have been going out for about 1 year now, ma don't like her nor do Mel. "Hey ma I'm on my way to the trap, why was up you good "I asked her

"Yea I wanted some money so I can go shopping with my patnas. "she said "Alright get the stack out the cereal box and talk to you later ma." I said hanging up and killin the engine "wassup fam." I said re adjusting the duffle bag full of money dapping  up my fam tre. "Ayoo here the racks I'm going to come back to get that work I got something to do and ion wanna take that with me." I said to Trell the one in charge of the work "Ard fam hit my line when you want it." he said. "lol" I said dapping  up the rest of the fam and headed to my 64  Chevy

I pulled up to Mel house and unlocked the door "Uncle aug." Kay Kay said attacking me with kisses "Alright Kay don't nobody want ha germs guh." I said laughing. "That's mean uncle August." She said folding her arms "I'm just playing baybeh." she looked at me and smiled. "Were are your sisters." I asked ha. "They taking a nap so they can have enagey to mess with you." She said flipping on the couch I walked upstairs to see Chandra and Mel making out. "This ain't high school." I said clapping

"Man how you know what high school is like you ain't Neva went? " Mel said yea he right I had to drop out to make this chedda yah heard."man shut up "I said slapping him upside his head

After we chopped it up him and Chandra left I walked out to go downstairs, I see the three lil monstas looking at me ready for me to run, lawd give me the strength. 

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