A Productive Thought

Chapter 1

Latrell

I was chilling at the park with my niggas Chaz and chase. They were the twins that you didn't want to fuck with. I made sure to befriend these crazy muthaphuckas cause I ain't want no problems. The twins were the two blackest niggas you could ever see, but they were my niggas. They would die for me, and I would die for them.

We were talking about how we couldn't wait to turn 18. Turning 18 for me meant that I could take over the game that my father left for me. My father was a real ass nigga, and he had no problem with murking a bitch or nigga. My Dad taught me how to kill a nigga if I had to. He taught me how to play the game of life. I have one uncle, Uncle Marcus, but everybody called him "murk" or "boss". My uncle took over the game after my father was murdered. My father told my unc to make sure I got the game the day I turned 18. I can't wait until I'm boss to all these niggas and I own the whole south of Texas.

The twins rolled themselves a blunt and I took a few hits of it. I trusted these niggas for real. They were like my blood brothers. I sat back going into deep thought.

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

My mama got addicted to crack and tried to run from my dad so we moved to this little place on the outside of Texas. My mom started taking her anger out on me and doing any thing for drugs and money. She was in real bad condition.

" Mama please stop hitting me" I said

"Shut yo ass up, you just like yo punk ass daddy I oughta kill you and him" she said.

All I could do was cry and look at my mother. Her words hit me really hard, that's not the kinda shit you say to your 9 year old son. That night she beat the shit out of me and all I remember was waking up the next day in a hotel room.

"Goodmorning son"

"Dad!!!!" I screamed getting out of the bed running into his arms.

"How you holding up ,Ounce?" he asked

I didn't know what he was asking me but I just said fine.