AԀԀıċţ [ Chris Brown ]

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& that's exactly what he did until his mom and dad sent for him.

See Michael was the son of two accountants. They weren't well known but they were well off & when they heard about their son struggling & on the streets they rescued him.

He use to live with his Grandma, Mrs. Parks in Manhattan, New York, that's until she kicked him out and moved in with her boyfriend, some rich nigga she met in Hawaii.

So, Michael was gone, which was good. He needed to get out of this hood. It was too much for him. He use to go to the college up the street but since he's been hanging around me and the boys his life turned completely upside down. He was selling drugs, and pimpin these hoes out here. Smh.That nigga did it ALL.

So I can't be nothing but happy for him right now. He got back in school and found him a good job to support him.

It's been weeks since I spoke to him, but he was probably busy with school and work and helping his parents out from time to time.

I on the other hand had runs to make. I was now working for the nigga Jerome was under, Big Chigz. He was a well known nigga throughout the state. Whenever anybody needed the best shit, they came to Chigz. He was like a God here.

"Drop off!" A nigga said approaching me with a big ass brown package.

"where this from?" I asked smoking a blunt and reaching out for the package.

"It's from a Ms. Ettins in Virginia." the man said then walked away.

I passed my blunt to Max and went inside to open the package. I opened it up to find some thick ass envelopes and a letter inside.

I found out that it was from my dad's sister and that Granpa had died the other day. I remember Gpa, he was a wise, laid back guy from the country. He was cool as fuck. I'm glad he was in a better place though.

I later read on to find out how the hell auntie knew I was here, Ty. He never told me he started school in my hometown, VA. I guess he met my auntie at school, she's the registrar there. I assumed she had pictures of me on her desk in the office or something.

So, next week was Gpa's funeral and she wanted me to be there. I would have to think about it and give her a call if I decided to go, but right now I need to get up on my money because my rent and bills were due.