I sighed looking at Yet another post about Me and the shit that i got going on in my life.
"NBA Youngboy Runs Up On Goons" Is What the title said in big Bold letters. I read the article silently as i shook my head and laid back on my couch thinking about all the lies that was being brought up about me, all the shit people assuming and speaking on my name bout.
"Kentrell" I looked up and seen my lil brother Ken Walking in the living room With his Girlfriend Lala and some other dude who had onna hoodie, I Ain't Neva seen dude before but dis all black hoodie shit round me ain't finna work.
"Wassup Ken" he sat next to me and pulled out his phone "already seen it" he looked up at me and put his phone away.
"Don't stress it Trell Dey do it cause dey nosy as a fuck" I laughed and nodded my head toward dude with the hoodie "who dat Be" dude looked up and I got a quick lil glimpse of his face before he looked back down.
"Oh Dats Ace, I Wanted to talk to you bout something" I motioned my hand for him to keep going while I drunk some of my soda.
"He kinda in some mess righ nie, His mama Kicked him out 2 months ago and he been sleeping in the woods and shit" he said while scratching his head like he was nervous or sum.
"So I Was wondering could he stay here with Us Till, You know he get his shit togethea" I looked at my brother in the eyes and ca tell he really wanted to help ole dude.
"He can't speak fa his self" I asked more towards him then it was a question. he looked up at me and we locked eyes and I can tell he was scared.
"Close mouths dont get fed Ya Herd Me!" My brother tapped his leg signaling him to talk.
"My name Ace, Ainn Wanna come hea Ken Forced me too" he said reaching out his hand, I Dapped him Up and Nodded my head.
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"But i wouldn't have came here with him if ain need help, So I'm asking you man ta man..Ca You Help me out put me to work or sum?" He took off his hood and I seen he had a busted ear and scars on his face.
"Who bust ya shit" he sighed and rested his head on the wall while looking out the living room window.
"Me and my brothers got into it with some niggas Who Been at my neck since dey homie died" he stopped and wiped his face "Dey think I got sum to do with that shit but ion een know dude who got shot ya Herd"
I Listened as he explained how he got into the situation with Them niggas.
"The dudes you fought with where they at? Why you don't live with them" he cleared his throat and shook his head before lifting up his jacket showing Three faces that was tattooed on his stomach.
"Dey ain here no more, I lost em and it was my fault" a tear slipped out his eye as he tired to wipe it before we noticed but we seen it "Now nobody want shit to do with me, not een my mama"
