The Lord$ (Urban)

KimbellaBank$

I quietly raised up from my nude twin bed mattress. Placing my toes into my old white rubber flip-flops, that I had got at the Salvation Army a few weeks back. I looked over at the small figure that laid in the next bed to mines.

I leaned down and kissed his smooth caramel complexioned forehead. He was a spitting image of our dad. He brings tears to momma's eyes whenever she sees Brandon, cause him and daddy looked so much alike. I walked away from the peaceful sleeping Brandon and to the one window in our room. Unlocking it and pushing it up to open.

I dipped my head underneath the big gap in the window and pulled my legs towards the balcony. I felt the chilly wind whip against my face, causing my dry-brittle sandy brown hair to blow in the air. Goosebumps began to appear against my fair colored skin.

I sighed deeply as I sat down on the black metal flooring of the balcony. My body cringed at frigid feeling I got from it. My eyes wandered at the view I had of Harlem at midnight, everything was just-pitch black and silent. The only thing that gave off light at this moment was the street lights that was posted into the cement sidewalks of the corners.

It was exactly 3 in the morning, the only time New York City sleeps. I always came out to the balcony at night to sit and think. Since a lot of shxt was going on in my house and times was getting hard for my small family, that I shared this two bedroom apartment with.

Moms got diagnosed with lung disease a few months back. Due to her many visits to the hospital, she had gotten laid off by her job since she hardly couldn't show up.

My momma hardly even does anything anymore, she just mourns all day long. My family wasn't always this impecunious. Back then, moms used to be pushing a benz and pops owned two BMW's. We was stayin' in the high-upscale part of Manhattan.

Shxt began to get real hectic when I turned nine years old. Pops was becoming dominant over the drug game back in 06'. So then it began to cogent with their sells and muthafxcka's wasn't liking one bit of it.

Two months pass and then approximately on March 22nd, at 1:38A.M. my daddy was gunned down-Still to this day we have no idea who executed him. But if I do find out trust me, I'm going out for vengeance on whoever did it. I pushed my hair behind my ear and sniffled a little bit.

I sometimes just wish that I could go back and solve all the problems that happened in my life. Then maybe shxt could be simpler for me.

But nah that ain't gon' happen, happiness is very rare for me. Or that's what I think...

A.N.

•I am going to continue this book and please excuse all the mistakes in this book.

And one more thing, this isn't your regular type of thug story. You're going to see how the two main characters of this story, Kimbella and Anthony (which will soon join in apart of the story as you read along) WILL make it to the top of the drug game. It's going to be filled with lots of vivid suspense, excruciating, and harrowing scenes. So PLEASE don't think of it as some cliché book. This book will be very non-peculiar from the other thug books you read.

Thanks for reading, I hope you guys enjoy :)