Insecurities |Book 1/3|

4|The System|

Kai'Jai DeSean Monroe
(In The Media^)

"Nigga I Been dropping songs all week. When I'm go get paid?" I said to my so called manager.

"I know, but we just gotta wait until you drop yo mixtape Ight?" My Manager Spook said.

"Yeah Ight." I said as I got up and made my way out the studio to go the fuck home .

I hopped in the car and blasted Lil Boosie . I rolled the windows down and just drove off in speed .

While I'm at it, lemme tell y'all bout me. My name Kai'Jai DeSean Monroe, named after my father who is now locked up . But as of now I live on my own. When my Was momma still alive, I made her proud; With me out here dropping music, all the money I made the first check, I bought her a house. One of my best accomplishments.

But more about me? At school I keep my grades and shit in line & I hoop here and there. But even though Ima thug, I keep my grades up. Just to make momma proud. And yeah I'm 18 but I got the mind of a grown ass man. I keep my shit together. I'm from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. So I'm country As fuck & I don't take no bull shit.

Recently, I met Vada. Vada a cool ass Female and I just kinda took her under my wing. Bitches at school be on her and I'm just helping out. I hate niggas hating on me ,so I helped shawty out. These Chicago bitches hate foreign girls. They'll find anything to hate on and it's sad as fuck.

On the other hand , shawty Fine and seem like she got a good head on her shoulders . I care for her on a real note.

I pulled up to my condo and turned my car off and got out.

I went inside and went in the living room to chill. But to let muthafuckas know some about me, Im on my own and always have been since I was 15. When I was 15, My mom and older sister got in a car accident. My sister, Kina , was about 17 and she was showing momma that she knew how to drive, the breaks wasnt working so well and they crashed.

Momma didnt make it. When she died, Kina felt guilty and killed herself. Me and my younger brother, Kilo, which was 11 at the time was all I had. We raised ourselves and I decided to get into the streets, yeah we continued to go to school but I slang drugs to keep the bills payed.

Yeah we had a father, he was the type of nigga that didnt wanna take responsibility, lets just say I only seen him one time and that was when I was 9. So it was just me and my baby brother. Ill die for that lil nigga. Thats the only family I got. But I would give up everything I got today, to see my sister and mother again. But I know they watching over me.

Speaking Of Kilo, I got him in a good ass school so he can focus on basketball. Ima make sure he dont let momma down like I did. I sell drugs and Ima upcoming rapper, I know thats not what she want but with me being from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Music in my blood.

I layed on the couch, just thinking back on my life. Man. I been through alot. I picked up my phone out my pocket and called up Kilo.

"Aye, Lil bro?" I Asked.

"Wassgood?"

"Where you at?"

"My shawty house wassup?"

"When You go be home? You got curfew." I said , yup Kilo live under my roof and under my rules. Not bout to bury my brother or see him behind bars so yes, his ass has a curfew.

"Mannnn, Ill be there in a hour Ight." He seemed annoyed but I dont give a fuck.

"Mhm Ight Be smooth, Love you bro." I said, I always tell him I love him, these streets rough and aint no telling which last goodbye or I love you is the last one.

"Love you too."

"Fashooo." I ended the call and just thought, about Some shit. So I decided to start writing. Every time I feel like i dont know whats next in my life, I just write songs, I got hella songs and lyrics saved up. I guess thats my run away from reality.

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SHORT CHAPTER
A/N:this short cause i dont wanna tell yall too much about Kai'Jai just yet....🤗💋
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