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The Get Back| 2

One Year Earlier ...

June 1993

Harlem, NYC

"I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop So Hip Hop hooray...ho... hey...ho! ... And that was Naughty By Nature's, Hip-Hop Hooray, ayo Treach! when you coming back to show some Love man? Ha-ha, was sup New York City, this is DJ Mellie Mel on the one's and two's and today is the perfect day for hitting the courts, checking out the fly honey's and crashing somebodies BBQ, ayo. I'll be right back after I spin this tune, 2Pac's I get around. And Y'all listening to Power 105.1 keep it G out here Y'all"

I bobbed my head with my eyes close as I laid on the bed, listening to 2pac rhymes come through my speaker of my room. I was in my zone but if I knew that it would end so soon I would have been gotten my ass up.

"Eric...Eric. ERIC!" I heard my sister shout as my room door swung open.

My eyes popped open as I sat up to see my younger sister standing in the doorway with her arms folded, leaning her weight on her left leg. I frowned as I seen the top of her hair in a fuzzy bun and some long thick braids that rested on her shoulder.

"What I tell you 'bout that shit?" I swung my legs around, placing my feet on the blue plush carpet I laid down on the floor at the food of my bed in my room. I hated the feeling of these cold, hard ass project floors. "Bussin in my room and shit, what you want Kyra?"

"Oh please, mama said get up and go to the store. We need some milk she baking a cake" Kyra said.

I sucked my teeth and looked her up and down, "Why can't you go?"

Kyra pointed to the top of her head, "You see my hair? Ain't nobody checking for me looking like this E".

I stood up and walked towards her chuckling, "Aint nobody checkin for you now".

I felt her mush the back of my head as I walked down the narrow hall way to the kitchen.

I stayed in Frederick Douglass Projects on the upper west side of Harlem. My family and I moved out here from Compton when I finished my first year of elementary school because my pops accepted a new position with his job as a post master. I aint gonna lie, I miss Compton but I've grown to love New York.

I was about eleven years old when I started middle school here, MS247.  When I first got here, I used to get clowned everyday cause of my accent, my high-pitched voice due to my bronchitis and last, my height.

I had to prove myself at a young age to these New York niggas or get ganked every day for my shit or beat up, sometimes both. I had to go hard cause I was a short nigga. Short doesn't equal weak and these niggas found that out quick. I shut all that shit down when I knock the fuck out of this kid, Ron in the front of the school shortly after dismissal.

He was a bigger, taller, real ugly fat nigga who stayed with ashy ass hands and he stayed in the next building from me. I aint see him much around the hood since I didn't go outside, but he made up for it at school.  He wanted to show off in front of his little punk ass clique, trying to push me around and shit. This was the same day I met my homie, Quan. I remember that day like it was yesterday:

|Flashback| 

I grabbed my backpack and started to walk through the double doors, exiting my school. It was a cold day in the city and I just wanted to get home of course, after I walked next door and got Kyra from school. Kyra and I was two years apart, so I had to watch over her.

I started going down the steps and I felt my book bag get grabbed, causing me to fall backwards on the hard steps. I scrunched my face up in pain and looked up and seen Ron, the 7th grade bully standing over me and his bitch ass posse, laughing.