A Productive Thought

Prologue

Latrell

Pussy, money, weed that's the only code I follow. All the hoes want me, Latrell Mother F****** Me Brown. Ima young rich nigga. I'm 15 by the way and I'm a real ass nigga. Some may call me fake, others call me conceited but I don't give a fuck. All my hoes love me.

I'm 5'8 and 150 pounds I'm light skin with hazel eyes. I got a showable six pack and somewhat big muscles. My teeth are straight and pearly white. I could really give a fuck about these hoes but I do care about this one girl.

Her name poetry she down for a nigga, and she real. I ain't trying to be tied down thoee , specially not at 15. I care for her but I don't love her. Real niggas don't fall in love that's what my dad taught me. I focus on one thing money. I know I say I follow pussy , money, weed but its really money over everything.

I been through some shit in my life and I can't trust nobody. I can only trust one female and that's Poetry it's just the love aint there. I want to love her thoee, I really do man.

Poetry

I'ma down ass bitch. I go hard for every thing I love. I ride for my niggas and die for my niggas , and in that order. I'm 16 years old but just cause I'm young dont mean I'm dumb. I'm currently raising my little sister.

My name is Poetry Parks and I guess I'm an adult. I'm raising my sister, Rhythm and I'm also paying rent for this pissy ass apartment we stay in. Y'all probably wondering where the hell is my mother? My mom is a gold digger and she don't be around much. She usually out fucking and ducking a balla.

My mom is a very attractive women at least that's what all the men think. She has light skin and big brown eyes. She small on the top and her ass is huge. I get my shape and everything from my mama. I'm the spitting image of my mother.

My sister looked more like her father but she ended up with getting hazel eyes. My sister was very pretty. She was a Caramel color.My sister is 11 years old and she don't deserve this life. I'm trying my best to get us the hell out of the projects.

I never thought I would fall in love with a thug ass nigga like Latrell. He to real for most girls, but he just childish Latrell to me. I been knowing Latrell since I was 10 years old. We met at the mall that's when he was somewhat of a good boy. My mom was actually in my life. She had a good job and she wasnt giving up her body.

We lived in a nice house but still on the south side.

*********Flashback********

I was at the mall chillen with my old white friend Kelly. She was real cool for a white girl and she was real. We were shopping for some matching shirts for this party we were about to go to.

" Girl I love this shirt" Kelly said holding up a pink half shirt.

"Girl yes that's dope let's get it" we both bought our matching shirts.