Downtown . (August Alsina)

No one told me life would be this way!
I swear nobody told me
Guess this is the game we chose to play
Crazy how it's always been the same!
People dying every day, that ain't nothing new
When you from downtown, downtown!
Out here tryna make a way
I won't let these niggas take me down-down, down!

- August Alsina (Downtown)

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(( August )) 

I woke up out of a deep sleep and looked over to see what time it was, 2:30 in the morning. I sighed and grabbed my phone from off of the charger. I had thirty missed calls from my cousin and Mama. I called my cousin back immediately since he called me the most. The phone started ringing and on the second ring he answered.

"Aug! Where the hell you at!?" He screamed into the phone.

"Nigga! I was knocked the fuck out! What's going on!? You called me like thirty times bruh.."

"Mel got shot somewhere up in the east! You need to hurry up and get your ass to this hospital!"

   I hung up the phone and put on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped on my Jordans and ran out the door. I didn't have a car and I wasn't that far from the hospital so I basically ran to the hospital. I ran into the emergency room to see my Mama, my Step-Pops a few of my cousins and friends, and Mel's girlfriend ChaCha. The were all crying and trying to stay strong. As soon as I got there I hugged my Mama and ChaCha. I instantly started to break down and cry; this wasn't no thug tears either.

"Y'all heard anything from the doctors," I asked wanting to know the status on my brother.

After twenty minutes of waiting a doctor walked into the waiting room. "Family of Melvin LaBranch?"

   We all stood up and the doctor looked intimidated. Who wouldn't if you saw a group of thugs infront of you. "I only need three family members, please?" I grabbed my Mama and ChaCha's hand and we walked into the hallway with the doctor.

   "I'm sorry to inform you that Melvin passed away during surgey. We tried the best that we could to revive him and save his life. The bullets pierced some very important nerves in his body and also in his spinal cord. I'm sorry you have my condolences, feel free to say your last goodbyes in room 903." The doctor patted me on my shoulder and I shrugged him off. 

  My Mama, ChaCha and I stood in the hallway and cried for a while, while in each others embrace. I could n't deal with seeing Mel like that so I left with some of my cousins. We were riding around the city, talking and making a couple of stops.

  "Aug, you got to stop this shit! You don't want to end up like Mel! You know niggas normally don't make it past 24 outchea . . .stick to Youtube and do that singing shit. Your Mama wouldn't want you to be out here selling crack rocks to make a living. It's either this or that, jail or death, and which one are you going to choose?" He looked at me with an intense glare.

"But, what if the singing thing don't work out?" I asked him with a lot of thought on my mind.

  "Go get an actual job! Yo' pretty boy looking ass don't belong on the streets. Plus, you have to support your Mama, ChaCha and Mel babies. Aug, you all they got nigga! Them girls going to grow up without a Dad! So do whatever the fuck you have to do. I'm not letting you go back to sleeping in the corner store and selling crack rocks. It ain't acceptable!" This nigga was serious as fuck. . .I gotta do what's right.

(( 7 Months later )) 

   I'm now living in Atlanta on my own, trying to figure out what musical path I'm trying to take and shit like that. I don't want to be labeled as an R&B artist because they have reputations of tight pants, high-picthed voice and other bullshit like that. I still want to be and R&B singer just different from the rest, I want to be August Alsina. 

  I'm under this management and production company called NNTME MuCo.; they've been guided me the past couple of months. Sadly, I never got in the studio yet because we still figuring out some shit. When I do finally get in the studio and officially start my shit I'm going to make sure I stay true to my roots. I don't want to be doing shit to please other people. I'm August Anthony Alsina not no damn Miguel or Robin Thicke.

   Lately, I've been clubbing and chilling with some broads and niggas I met around the block. They chill or whatever. Atlanta ain't nothing like New Orleans but if I got to do what's right then so be it. I'd rather have to adjust to a whole new place; than to worry if I'm going to survive the day.

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I know it's short or whatever but here you go! My dude Aug from my hometown, New Orleans!

But yeah, tell me what you think! Feedback is great . . .always remember that!

WE OUTCHEAAAAA !

S/O TO MAH GIRL KAM FOR HELPING ME GET STARTED, LOVE YAH BUNCHES!

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