"Understand that there are two types of people in this world, Bahja. Those that go get theirs and those who wait for theirs to get them."
- Jordan Rae
O v e r d o $ e - 1
Growing up in West Dallas wasn't the easiest thing, but once you figured out the rules of the game, you ended up doing that shit so well. It's like you held the manual to your life and it was your job to follow every single direction written down. But it shouldn't have been that hard, because you were the author. Mama always said that you are the author and the finisher of your fate, but then again I often wonder if somebody else came up with that, cause mama wasn't nothin but another ho on the streets. She used to be a strong woman with hopes and dreams for her and her children. Now, she was every bodies woman. If daddy knew, it would hurt him. She's the only woman he's ever loved, and to know that she's selling her soul for money, shows me how much she really cares about herself. It all started when mama got pregnant with my little sister Baca Rae. She didn't even live to see a week and losing a child was the worst thing that could ever happen to my mother. Of course daddy was pretty shook up, but it hurt her the most.
My childhood was shit, and I think that's the main reason I shut people out so much. I had to pray every night that my father came home safe, cause in his business, it was all or nothing. It seemed that his next breath wasn't as important as the work that needed to be done. He never wanted to risk his spot on the throne, so he did what needed to be done to keep his spot. Everyday it seemed to be some different shit goin on. He always told me, "Bahja, there a two different types of people in this world. Those who go get theirs or those who wait for theirs to get them." He was right when he spoke. My fathers advice is what molded me to become the person I am today. He always trained me up to follow in his footsteps.
I've witnessed everything from niggas being put in jail to death. Those were the only two things that could happen to you in the streets. If you wanted to leave, you had to earn your way out. The streets were like a family and it was our job to cherish and protect ours. That meant that everybody who was against us had to pay. And there were only two ways to pay up. With money, or with your life. First time my flesh touched a gun, I was eight years old. Been knowing how to handle one since I was nine. Being in the dope game, you had to first understand the game. Once you knew all the rules and regulations then you could play. Usually games give you three lives, but in this one you only got one. Fuck up if you want to. But once you did, there was no second chances.
Most people had plenty niggas around them twenty-four seven, but I only had one main bitch and that was Essence. Her and I were like two peas in a pod. She was the only person I trusted in this world. We met in the fifth grade and since then it's just been her and I against the world. She worked for me too. I called her trigger, because she was my killer, my shooter. Essence's mom and my mom were bestfriends too. They both prostituted on the streets and were well known on the streets as the Notorious H.O.E. It used to bother me, because she was scrutinizing my father and I's reputation. But as far as I'm concerned, she's nothing to me. I've disowned her because of the life she leads. Whenever she need something, she know I'm always here, but I don't want a relationship with her. I'm gonna always take care of her cause that's my mother, but besides that she's nothing to me.
One thing about me was that I was hungry. Not for food, but for money. At nineteen I was running an empire. Full of grown and old ass men an women bowing down to me. Even Essence knew what time it was when it came to business. I took shit from not one fucking soul. If you wanted to bullshit me, you've earned yourself a bullet. Moral of the story was, to never bullshit Bahja Rae. You just don't do it. My temper was short, and I was like a short fuze. Once it blows it was over. Anyone who was in path got the wrath.
