"Alright students, now remember. We only want what's best for you all. You have great potential to become entrepreneurs."
The whole class laughed hysterically. Tyrese was next to me in Language Arts, the last period of the day. He tapped my shoulder.
"Bruh, can you believe this clown!" he said pointing back at the teacher. I don't think he realized how loud he said it, because when the teacher responded his face was priceless.
"Well Mr. Tyrese, I'll have you know I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the people who don't see themselves as rappers who sling dope on the side."
My mouth opened wide at the ignorant comment Mr. Buford had made. I stood up to say somethin to him, but Tyrese grabbed at my arm and shook his head. I sat down and just decided to give Mr. Buford a face that said more than words could ever say.
The bell rang signaling that school was finally over, so me and Tyrese went to go find Byrin.
Byrin was outside already on the stairs in front of the school. He was flirtin with some lightskin girl. I smacked him on the back of his neck, and he quickly looked back to see who had the nerve to do what I did. When he saw me and Tyrese, he smirked and told the girl to "excuse him, but she needed to bounce since he wasn't supposed to mess with no hoes. They might ruin his career". The girl crossed her arms and walked away bitter.
"Dang bruh. You ain have to do her like that," I said chuckling.
"Yes I did. Can't let these hoes get in the way of my fame and success," Byrin replied, dappin Tyrese up.
Byrin stood up and we all headed toward the bus stop. It was runnin a little late, so we just chilled and talked about hanging out at The Joint located downtown. I made sure to text Ma this time, so she wouldn't trip over where I was. Then I locked my phone and put it on silent so she couldn't protest about me not comin home.
The bus came fifteen minutes late, and everyone piled on. Most people gave the bus driver a hard time, but I decided to give him a break.
"What's good George!" I said with an overwhelming grin. I dapped him up and he gave me a smile that said "thank you".
I went to the back and sat across from Tyrese and Byrin. We all shared laughs and talked about the crazy girls at Rosey High, our school.
"Bruh, Rotesha is so busted man! She been had that blue horse weave for two months now!"
We was so weak and all holdin our stomachs because we was laughin so hard. I swear I could roll with these niggas for a while.
All of a sudden, the bus came to a sharp hault. Three tall, darskinned niggas in all black got on the bus. The stood in front of George, the bus driver, and started talkin to him, and pointing to people in the bus. George just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Then one of the guys grabbed him by his shirt while the two others started walkin down the isle of the bus.
"Alright yall listen up!" one of them said.
The whole bus went dead silent, and gave him they undivided attention.
"Which one of yall know where Jeezy, a.k.a. Jerome is?"
"You mean the nigga off of Martin?" someone loudly replied.
Everyone started laughing, until this nigga pulled out a gun.
"I'm not playin wit yall. WHERE IS HE?"
No one responded, except with the shrugging of their shoulders.
"Ight then. Y'all wanna play dumb huh? Just know that if I find out one of y'all know him, and ain tell me, we will find you."
He started to walk off the bus when someone spoke up.
"He live at 412 Corner Street!"
The man turned around to see who had said that. The little boy stood up and walked up to the man.
"Please don't hurt him, he's my brother."
"Man I don't give a crap about yo brother." said the man.
The little boy's eyes widened at the man's response and started sobbing.
"Nigga stop bein a punk. Yo brother got himself in this situation."
With that, the man and his "crew" walked off the bus to go find the little boy's brother. The bus driver looked terrified and started back up the bus. He instructed everyone to not call the police, because he ain want no trouble.
The little boy sat back down in his seat, and I decided to go over and talk to him. I told him everything was going to be okay, and to stay strong. I also told him to never grow up to be like "those bad men". The boy nodded in understanding, and got off at the next stop.
Tyrese, Byrin, and I got off a couple stops later, finally at The Joint. Not too many people was there yet, since it was only 7:00, and everybody normally come at 10.
We sat down on some bar stools at the counter, and ordered some non-alcoholic drinks. We got out a sheet of paper, and decided to get to work on our plan.
"Ight, so where should we start?" Byrin asked.
"Hmm, maybe start with writing the goal at the top of the page, and list the steps on how we gon get there at the bottom," I suggested.
Tyrese took out a pencil and wrote "DM (Dope Money)" at the top of the page. The rest of what we came up with looked like this:
DM (Dope Money)
By: Trippy T, Stingy B, and Longchie
1. Write down some rhymes
2. Practice those rhymes
3. Get access to a studio with equipment
4. Start a youtube channel
5. Have an IG and Twitter for DM
6. Get gigs
7. Graduate from Rosey High
8. Get recognized
9. Join a label
10. Form Dope Money
11. Enjoy life
We all grinned at each other at the plan we came up with. We dapped each other up, put our hands in the middle of our circle, and yelled, "1,2,3 DOPE MONEY!"
Then we started laughin and all of us looked so busted. Main reason why we did this mess before anyone got to The Joint.
We hung at The Joint til 12am, and I told them niggas I had to go. They stayed, while I went home on the bus. I had Moms to take care of.
I finally got home, and all the lights was on inside. I slowly walked in, and found Ma sitting on the couch. Ma was crying with her head in her hands, and somebody was talking to her. I looked around the corner and recognized who it was.
"What's goin on?" I asked.
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The Struggle
Teen Fiction"Ma, you know Imma be ight, especially since I got God on my side." "I know baby, but you my only son. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." She took me in her arms and gave me a long, but comforting hug. "Imma make it Ma, you'll see." With that...
