My life before fame wasn't shit. Life of a hustler, stay out late, get money, and fuck over bitches. But guess what that cost me. My best friend, my brother, my dads, and even my mother.
Only one person had my back. There for everything. It's sad to say I fucked her over like the other hoes. An now I really want her. Here goes my flashbacks of:
Downtown Life Under The Gun...
Chapter 1 (Not For Me)
I grew up in the streets. Wasn't nothing school could teach me that I didn't already know from my hood.
The picture of a real man to me was a nigga that stood on the corners. And if you where smart you would be the nigga that's selling and not buying.
I watch the hustle take my dad and stepfather, and I wasn't never going to let it take me. But I'll help it take somebody else any a minute. Just to stay alive on the street. And shit a nigga got to eat don't give a fuck how get the meat.
But that's how I was put out. Ma's was sick of us. And now that think of it. I was sick of myself.
Flashback-
"August and Melvin come down here!" My mom yelled. She only yelled when she was stressed out. So I knew it had to be something bad.
Shit I remember the first time she yelled. That's when she was telling me she was kicking my dad out. Next time kicking step dad out. Than that one time when we moved here [Houston Texas] from New Orleans. In search of a brand new start.
"Yea." We said walking in living room.
"I just got the report cards." She said throwing them on the table. "Why am I sending you two to school everyday if its saying you two never show up?"
"I don't know." I said not making eye contact. She already knew I was up to something, as well as Melvin. Just giving us both times to speak. Enough space to kill are self as I think.
"Melvin." She said growing inpatient. He just shrugs.
"So we move all the way out here to start something new. Start a better live just for you to do it all over. Why do I even try with you two?"
In my head I was saying "shit I don't even know". But I would never think to bring them words out of my mouth. Out of respect.
But forcing this school shit on me ain't working. Only time I go there is when the blocks hot and my niggas there. Other then that fuck school. All I do is clown around and sleep and classes. Shit the teacher don't even like me.
"So you two have nothing to say?" She asked. We still said nothing. "So what about this?" She said pulling out a bag of our product from under a pillow.
Its like the whole world stopped. I couldn't say anything. Wasn't even thinking anything. I wanted to pull one my customers moves and run. But where to? No where right.
I said we should have just left it at the trap, bagged it there. But shit where at. I don't trust nobody. Not even my real niggas. Well one but he locked up and not coming home for a week. So who else better to keep it than me and my brother.
We hide it in the basement out of site. But I guess we where to faded off that kush to know what that was.
"So you bring this shit back into my house. Out of all people I would think you two should know how I feel about this." An we did. We just didn't think we would get caught.
"We tryna make a living for are self. " Melvin said.
"Yea I mean we had nothing. Now we stepping up, like real man." I said. I had a small grin on my face. I wasn't the one to take shit serious.
"So you think y'all being mans? Y'all think what these niggas do on the streets are what real mans do?" We just nodded are heads.
"Well y'all haven't pick anything up. Real man get jobs. Real man go to school. Real man learn from what happened right in there face. So you two are far from it." She said pointing into are face.
"An I want have this in my house." She said. "I want you two out before 6." She said walking out.
End Of Flashback.
