The life of the don

Chapter 3

Once I got in didn't nun matter I had a og that I considered dad and mom a family who took care of me something that I wish my mom could do but there was times where shit took a turn where I got shot twice each time when I got shot my mom would come see me on the table crying talking bout is this how you want me to see you this not you but in all reality I wasn't trying to hear that shit my mind was on the paper and thinking bout how I'm gone get these niggas who shot me then she started crying starting to pray in shit like I said I wasn't trying to hear that shit all the sudden I snapped how the fuck you gone try to tell me right for wrong in you selling yo pussy being a hoe she shut her ass up then in walked out when I got out I had to be on house arrest in be placed in school at that time I was like fuck school I had to go but it was cool or whatever because my squad went there so I was straight everytime I seen a blue bandanna walking down the hall way I was busting niggas heads and they girls saw they was weak and became our bitches even tho I was a badazz in school I still did my work I made good grades