Island Drug King

The Start Of Change

Waking up in city where on any given day you can experience the worst. Though, this special day felt different for some reason. The sun seemed brighter than ever. While the weather was summer time perfect. Cleveland had every season the right way. Although, living in this city weather was the least of your worries.

My name is Deon "King" Smith. I am 6"7 and 23 years old. The females would simply call me amazing. I had deep dimples, grey eyes, muscular/athletic built and was 100% African American, but I didn't look like it. I had a black good hair like the Ricans. Maybe I wasn't completely Black. Shit, all my mom did was lie and I didn't know who my dad was anyway. But, this is where my life began to change.

We were now preparing for the new school year. Mutha fuckers was turnt to soon be freshmen and my bro Loud would be a senior. Anyway, I hung with the same 5 people on an everyday basis. It was Deandre (Loud), Ron, Cameron (Camo), Terrance (Tank), Lewis (Big Lew) and me, King. People called me King because I dominated in every sport and everyone looked up to me. I played basketball, football, track, cross country, and just to get the white bitches, golf.

Today was a normal day and we did our normal thing, walk around. We were walking down a long street where we happen to meet with a group of unfamiliar faces. There may not have been as many people as us, but we still proceeded with caution. As they approached us they began to show a friendly smile, which contradicted their appearance.

"Yo, y'all from 7 and All, right," asked one of the members from the other group.

"Yea, bra. Why," said my best friend Loud.

"Naw, I was just asking cause we havin' a party and y'all should come through."

They pointed to a much damaged red house. It wasn't very appealing. It was big with a dirty yard. It also had a broken upper window and the stairs seemed to be broke.

"Yea, we'll come through man," said Loud.

We went in separate directions and headed to my house where we would discuss the plans to attend the party. When we arrived we had conversed on where we would meet to all walk to the party together. We came to the conclusion that we would all meet back at Loud's house because it was closer to the party. I thought this night would be for the history books, it would be but not for the reason I thought.

Everyone went to their separate places to get dress and I went in the house to tell my peoples that I was going to a party and I would spend the night at my best friend's house. I told my parents and headed to my room to get dress. I still remember my outfit to this day. I was raw as fuck. I had on a pink Polo shirt with a green logo, some khaki polo pants, and some butters (Tan Timberlands) and a pink and green polo hat. After getting dressed, I walked to my best friend's house and waited for the rest of my squad and a few more people. It was exactly 13 people I was going to the party with not including myself. We started to walk to the party and held conversations until we got there.

We got to the party and there were many people there. With it being a large amount of people in my group we made a big entrance. Bitches and Niggas was starring the gang down hard as fuck. I already knew I was taking one of these hoes home tonight. Only ten minutes into the party they played a popular song back then called "Gucci Bandana." This caused hella screaming and multiple pushes and shoves. The mother of the party host wasn't going for that shit. She had the DJ stop the music and she mad an announcement.

"Aint gone be none of that gang shit going on in my fucking house. Yall either gone motha fuckin get along or get the fuck out. If yall gone be on that bull shit leave now." She pauses and no one leaves. "Okay DJ play the fucking music."

She also told the DJ to not play that song again because it would cause a fight. The DJ agreed and the night went on. Niggas was dancing and having fun. I and my squad had stepped aside to talk to each other because we all began to have bad feelings about the rest of the night. We all wanted to go, but Loud wanted to stay. It was his birthday so we all just said fuck it and stayed. Hours had pasted since the incident so, the DJ decided to play the song again. When the song began I immediately began to have a horrible feeling and stepped back from the girl who was twerking on me, who I am kidding I pushed the fuck out of her. This million dollar body was not about to get bruised or dirtied up from no lame as party. But then it all began to happen. People began jumping up and down enjoying the song. A tall, light skin, blue eyed male pushed a friend of mine and they soon began to fight. Then a brown skin, short male pulled out a gun and pointed it at my potna. That's when Loud struck him and knocked his ass cold out. Loud was a boxer, he was pretty damn good as you see.

Everyone began running out the house. The altercation was brought to the middle of the street. Bullets flying back and forth up the street. People were running everywhere. By my best friends side I ran and on a distant corner we stood to figure where we would go. In the mist of talking, the same nigga from inside the house who Loud had knocked out was standing behind me, I saw him in Loud eyes. He raised a gun and my best friend grabbed me and spun us around. I still remember the distinct tattoo that said, "Taliban Ent. Gutta World"