LYFE

Jamal

Wassup hoes, lol it's the bad guy.... I don't give a fuck what you fucks think feel or say about me. I've been doing me for a long time, was hustling from 16 on the streets. Got everything I wanted and who ever I wanted as well. So let's get to my back story as to how my life started. Growing up I've had a hard life that's almost everyone's cry. My parents were drug addicts my big bro was in jail for murder my big sis was and alcoholic and had 4 kids by 4 dudes that she barely knew, my youngest bro was only 11. He looked up to me for everything I had to make sure he was good. Dropped and picked him from school everyday, helped with homework and fed and clothed him. I was almost his father if you could say, when he got sick I lifted this dude from my house to the clinic every time and that was a ten mile distance from where we lived. Just seeing him happy use to make me happy I wanted a better and stable life where he knew he didn't had to fight for anything from me until one night changed everything.

One night I came home from doing my side job working at a bar as a helper and my brother kept texting me asking me to come home. My shift was almost done so I asked the boss if I could leave due to a family situation. He allowed me and gave me my check for that night and a extra $200 for nothing. I got a big smile on my face because I knew this money would help my bro get into that private school he wanted to go. So I rushed home trying not to stop for nothing, but plans changed after my homie Charlie aka sharkie asked for my help real quick. I knew he was trouble because the look he gave me told the whole story. So I helped him and fair enough I knew someone was going to get smoked tonight. So my homie showed me the guy who was the target and things was going smooth until a car tinted black with rims pulled up and opened fire on all of us. I had to duck and get cover so I can get out alive. My homie wasn't so lucky he got hit in his arm and leg, he told me to help him up but I couldn't of so much shots being fired. When I got a chance I opened fire and the car sped off giving me and my friend chance to escape alive. We headed for our secret place which wasn't far from my house and I told him to find his way to the dr ASAP and lay low for a month. He said sure and we did our friendship hand shake and went our ways. I ran home as fast to see what's the problem, before I got to my yard my brother was screaming loud and I rushed in. What I saw caused me to black out and went crazy. Saw my dad trying to rape my little bro and my mom watching them with my sis passed out on the couch. I punched my dad until he came off my bro and told my little bro to run in my room and lock the door. He was scared to move and all I saw was tears in his eyes and that fueled me so much more I shouted for him to go now and he ran. My dad started mumbling how I'm a failure and how he knows what I do on the low. I got confused because I didn't know he knew I was working at the bar. When he shouted my name and told me that he knows that I'm gay and I'm fucking the thug drug dealer down the street my heart stopped and I felt the room was spinning. How did he knew about all of that. He's always high so how did he focus to even see or know that. He shouted at me saying he saw me at his house in bed after one morning when he was leaving the spot for his hit. I started crying because I wanted to talk to someone but I didn't know or had anyone to do so. The drug dealer name was Ethan but his street name was kiloz. He got it from selling so much drugs around out neighborhood and never got caught. Kiloz was 34 and he gave me everything I needed he even helped me with the job I got at the bar. He never used me for anything, he told me he was going to wait for me to turn 18 to have sex but one night he got drunk and high and told me to be at his spot before he got there he has something to give me. And I did but what I got wasn't what I expected. He man handled me and fucked me raw in his house even though I wanted him badly I just felt he could of did it better. Anyway so my dad knows and he told my mom everything, and now they were trying to get my little bro. I fought with my dad half the night because he was bigger but he wasn't stronger. We fought until we heard shots outside the house and I hit the floor for reflex. I remember I told my lil bro to go to my room and hide after I sucked my teeth and ran to my room I shouted for my bro to open the door. He didn't respond, I assumed he was still scared. When I kicked the door down and what I saw I couldn't believe it, my bro had 3 shots to his upper body laying on the floor. I ran to his body hoping he was still breathing but I was to late, he was already dead. That night dramatize me for life. The day after that my parents died from a overdose and my sister was pronounce dead the next morning for alcohol poisoning. After all that o had to bury not only my parents and sis but my little bro who I was fighting for. That night a new person was formed. I was the big dealer on the streets and everyone feared me. Until I met kdavi, he wasn't shy or anything of me. Which had me intrigued and I wanted him and everything is history.