Power: The Aubrey Graham Story (On Hold)

Prologue

Coming up in Toronto, Canada at the age of 16 you'll think that we don't have any ghettos, or hoods. Well you're wrong about that, we actually do have poor parts here, but I didn't grow up in it. I actually grew up in a middle class type of neighborhood, mostly white, I'm biracial black and white to be exact. I lived with my mom, her and my dad divorced when I was young, but I was glad to still have him in my life as a child, and even in my adulthood. Why am I talking about the hood and shit when I wasn't even living in that part, you may ask. Well even though i stayed there in a nice neighborhood, doesn't mean that I was living nice either. My mom worked two jobs, and most of the time I seen her struggle.

Who the fuck would want to see their mom struggling her ass off, paying bills all by herself and shit, and making sure that you have everything that you need; from clothes, to food, and shit for school. I got tired of seeing it, and I resorted to doing my own thing; I started selling dope, to make ends meet, and to help my mom out. So of course I had niggas I rolled with that was from the hood, and when my mom found out what I was doing, she made an ultimatum; either I stop doing what I'm doing, or get kicked out. Of course I told her I wasn't going to stop, and hoping she'll understand why I was doing it, but she still ended up kicking me out. Yeah I was upset, I'm trying to help us out and you kick me out for hustling? So I just packed my things and left, went to my best friend Noah house and stayed there until I got on my feet. Even at his crib, I was still selling dope, making money like crazy. Every time I had enough, I would always send it to my mom, cause no matter what I still love her and understood why she did what she did. I don't know if she ever accepted the money, I never asked when I went to go and see her, but I knew one thing; she never gave up on her son even with the terrible decisions that he made in the process.

I was already 6'0 by the time I was 17, I was still selling, and I was getting more connects than anything. Muthafuckas wouldn't fuck with me, i had that intimidating type of shit going on, I wasn't trying to act like i was so fucking tough and shit. I mean I was a scrawny ass nigga, I didn't have the good looks like most mixed folk, I was skinny as hell, and I was a glasses wearing ass nigga, but I still got the job done, and I still was pulling in the ladies. Well one in particular that I just couldn't let get away, and ended up making her my wife and the mother of my three beautiful children, and her name was Savannah Brooks. She was this fine ass thick caramel type girl that was shy, and quiet as hell. Her and her family had moved to Toronto from Florida, and I happened to become good friends with her older brother Shaun, even though he was two years older than me. At first I didn't really pay attention to her, I mean I seen her around when I was at they house, but shit she was 14, the fuck I look like fucking with a 14 year old? But eventually I started to get sense of her vibes, and I honestly fell in love with it.

Me and her brother use to freestyle battle rap with each other, and shorty really was digging my flow. I never really thought a girl was into free-styling, but my girl surely was. So I mean we started talking and shit, but we kept it on the low. She didn't want her parents or brother finding out, and hell I wasn't either. It was one night, my 18th birthday party to be exact, and I invited my bro and my girl even though she was young she didn't look it at all. At my party you know it was drinking, smoking, shit like that all teenagers do and what not, but honestly my mind was just on my girl and spending the time with her. Long story short, I took her virginity that night, and I didn't notice the condom broke; you know you be into deep and you just can't stop, well that was me, and about a month later Savannah found out that she was pregnant.

When i heard that she was, I got scared, I wasn't planning on being a father no time soon, and i just was scared all together, especially when her family found out. I was in the house when she told them, I was hoping they wouldn't ask who she been fucking around with cause they were already pissed the fuck off, but she said me, and that was when her brother sucker punched the hell outta me. All I could hear was yelling and arguing as I got up off the floor, and then the worst part happened. Her parents kicked her out, I could see the hurt in her eyes as her dad was yelling at her. Her mom didn't even look at her while he was cussing her put, and her brother was calling her all types of hoes and shit, I just couldn't take it. So she packed her bags and left with me, and I didn't have a nice cozy house or nun even while i was selling dope I still lived in an apartment, and that's where we ended up living at and having our son Alijah that following year. I never told Savannah that I was a dope boy at first, she always asked how I had enough to get our son the latest shit and what not, but I eventually did when a incident happened that almost had my car shot the fuck up with my girl and 5 month old son inside.

So I had to tell her, and yeah she was angry, but she understood why, and that made me love her even more, and plus my mom and pops loved her as their own. That's when I knew I had to marry this girl, but I didn't pop the question until she turned 18 and i was already 21 by then, and our son was just turning 3. I wanted our life together to be spectacular, I wanted a big ass family, and I could've done that but I decided that we could move to the states and really enjoy life there. So we moved to California, and within years, we had two daughters Amiyah and Aaliyah. My empire was becoming a worldwide type of thing, my wife is a stay at home mom, who takes care of her kids and husband, along with her business of fashion and jewelry. The main reason why i had to leave my hometown was because I had a lot of heat back in Toronto. I had a name, and that name was Ghost; I was the baddest drug dealer  of the 6 (Toronto) that nobody and I mean nobody not even the fucking police could touch me.... well that is until now.

Hope you guys are interested, I feel like I'll continue on with this story. Vote, comment, give feedback, & tell me what you think. Chapter 1 is in the works. ❤️

━ Jai 💋