My name is jasmine I'm from Atlanta Georgia, my uncle had promised me a great future as a hip hop artist of course i believed him he was my only family we had pulled up at the crack house ready to sell of course "you bring these in here ill give you everything you need "i nooded knowing the job i was.suppost to do i came in the crack house it smelled.like sweaty niggas and sweet ass it was really funky my nose turned up i finally came in the room and there was to boys there waiting a boy with dreads and blue tips and another boy with really curly hair " where damon?" The boy said curly hair smoking a cuban cigar" ion know but i got yall shit...so where the money at?" The boy with the dreds smiled he snapped his fingers and two girls came up and dabbed at yhe cocaine and licked there. Fingers the shook there heads yhe curly boy looked at me and shook his head"you gave me some fake shit" i step back and started to run my uncle have me some fake shit .Goddamn. I started running people get killed like this why the hell would he do this to me. I ran out of the crack house only for a white rag to be pulled over my mouth i fell asleep instant.
"You know the only reason why i let this bicth live is because of you "
It felt like these voices where far away"she ant bad looking shiiiii we could probably" "nah man she ant like that lets hurry up and wake her" i got shaken to death until in muffles some words"cmon get up bicth""where are we going to the strip club" "strip club" the boy with the dreads said to the curly head boy."here and put on this he gave it to me it was a little big for me so it was like a dress more than a light jacket ."thanks" i said" yeah yaeh cmon " he said .i got up" dont worry" said the dread boy "once he get is flower he gone be hunnid".
Hope you enjoy update whenever so ... Keep it hunnid- MRS.SOHO
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