Day of a roadman

chapter 2- the task

Dear diary,

I just got home from buying my tracksuit. Its bareee peng. It's a Nike trakky and man got a discount aswell. Yaaaay. Well obviously man got a big task today. I met up with my gang 3JK and we went to jayden's yard. Basically yeah they asked man to steal from the off licence. Now I ain't tryna be funny yeah but I ain't doing this. But they would all think im moist. The truth is, I'm a roadman who likes all this trap shit. But i aint no gangster. I wanna do mumzie proud in the future I don't want no one posting on snapchat "free up my g Kelechi" (yeah that's my name but call me Kmoney) and shit. I wanna be a footballer and make millions and I wanna be able to buy my mum a new car for her birthday or something. So this was gunna happen later on in the day. I don't wanna tell dem that I don't wanna go. They will call me a pussyo and might have me on 10 toes. (That means they will make me run cus they might kill man). So what's gunna happen now. I have to steal. And get caught up with the police. What's the point. I have to try and escape this. Anyways man is gunna back a rave right now in his new trackie. You know im gunna tek time with a gyal. Alright hold it yeah. Bye my yute until next time I write in this diary