Who do you trust most your loved ones or your lover? - When these two New Yorkers meet intense feelings between them begin to form much to the displeasure of others around them. Both Nasir Jones and Nicki Maraj faith in love is put through the ultim...
I still can remember the wallpaper and hand sanitizer scent of the hospital as the doctor led us to the room my ma was in "Why you crying, ma?" my little brother, Jungle asked our ma who laid in the bed in the corner of the room.
"You just can't ask people why they crying like that," I told him as he stuck out his tongue at me so I punched him making him scream.
"Boys," Ma spoke weaklyas I held Jung back from getting a hit till we were suddenly separated out of nowhere by Pops who held the collar of our shirts; Jung was hard-headed every time I tried telling him something he'd wanna fight me but I was the oldest so it was my job to put him in his place every time he tried "I'm dying." she coughed.
At first I didn't understand what that meant even when Pops explained she's never coming back, that following holiday which was Christmas I still waited by the door for her' it was all like a bad nightmare but I just pretended she went to work overtime and that one day she'd return doing things mother's do like cooking, clothing, and caring because Pops still has yet to find a woman that comes close to ma but he never treated ma like he was supposed to anyway. I wish I was old enough to understand that then that women are not to be played like some card game, but I didn't have a mother to teach me that.
It was just Pops and as I said before he was a player he had lines of women' and when Jung and I turned 13 he got us escorts for our birthdays. I still remember the name of mine Sabrina, man! after having my way with her I swore I was grown no one could tell me nothing back then.
After that I started just doing me' and me didn't love, women just threw themselves at me and trusted me like that and I just played all of 'em. Pops grew to hate the monster he created but I was just like him as my Aunt Peaches would say "you sho' is yo daddy boy."
I played women so much that karma caught up with me eventually, first a bitch named Teflon pinned a baby on me and secondly that same grimy bitch got me locked up for domestic violence' excuse my language but shawty was the worst kind of bitch the type every dude should avoid.
I wish I really did hit her rat ass it'd make spending damn near 3 years in prison worth it - to top it all off she even got full custody of the kid, a little girl she named Rudy Antoinette Jones who was born with autism that was hard within itself having a kid that doesn't even know you are there, who can't feed, talk or do nothing the average kid could.
Teflon hated Rudy and she only had her out of spite because I was cheating on her with her best friend' the day I went to jail it was because she had slapped Rudy for spilling food on the carpet all I did was push the lil dirty bitch (Teflon) but she claimed I beat her yet never told the police she abuses her autistic three-year-old now I'm hearing she took the kid and up'ed and left but I still have to pay child support.
Ain't that some shit?
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A/N: I had no idea the real Nas mother was deceased if I had known ahead of time while writing this story I would've never incorporated it into my book😞 this was definitely a strange coincidence.
I found the perfect song for this story! I'm kinda an old school music junkie and I ran across this song by accident 😍😍 this story deserves a playlist so have a listen.
