Chapter 2

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Flashback

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"You need to live a little Brin! Just come to the party tonight." Nicole, my best friend, tried to convince me.

"I'm sorry, but my mom wants me home tonight." I told her trying to sound convincing as well. Truth be told, I'm not one for partying. I am only 15. You never know what to expect when you are with a bunch of drunk horny teenage guys.

"Boo! You're a party pooper." She said as she rolled her eyes. We continued to drive around in her new car that she got for her 16th birthday. The song 'Work' by Iggy Azaela came on and we both looked at each other before singing out the lyrics.

"Walk a mile in these Louboutins

But they don't wear these shits where I'm from

I'm not hating, I'm just telling you

I'm tryna let you know what the fuck I've been through

Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt

Sugar cane, back lanes

3 jobs, took years to save

But I got a ticket on that plane

People got a lot to say

But don't know shit bout where I was made

Or how many floors that I had to scrub

Just to make it past where I am from

[REPEAT 4x:]

No money, no family. 16 in the middle of Miami.

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich

I've been work work work work working on my shit

Milked the whole game twice gotta get it how I live

I've been work work work work working on my shit

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Working on my shit

You can hate it or love it

Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting

Thoroughbred in a mud brick before the budget

White chick on that Pac shit

My passion was ironic

And my dreams were uncommon

Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me

Robbed blind basically raped me

Rose through the bullshit like a matador

Just made me madder and adamant to go at em

And even the score

So, I went harder

Studied the Carters till a deal was offered

Slept cold on the floor recording

At 4 in the morning and now I'm passing the bar

Like a lawyer

Immigrant, art ignorant

Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit

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