SouthSide

Prologue

The windows were rolled down as they drove down the streets of their neighborhood. He looked up in the rearview mirror seein his nine year old daughter makin grimy facial expression as she rapped the Lyrics of Nas. He smiled as he rapped along wit her while he drove.

Eversince he was 17 he knew he'd be a proud father the second he held her in his arms. Outta all the shit him and his girl been through in their lives he knew that his daughter in that backseat was gonna be his pride and joy. To him she always came first, there was nothin he wouldn't do for her. Even though she looked like her mother she had his attitude down to the T.

She always had a mug on her face, she was tough, and tomboyish. She wanted to do everything he did and even though he didn't want his lifestyle for her he couldn't stop her. She had the pure hustle mentality at such a young age, he felt it was because she was raised around the trap.

"Aye lil boss baby." He said as he pulled out a stack of money from the glove department. "Count that fo me." He said handin it to her as he stopped at a stop sign. She took the money out his hands lookin at it. "This two bands." She said weighin it in her palms.

"Double check baby girl." He said as he drove off. He never understood how she could know the exact amount by weighin it in her hands but he had his genes so it wasn't really nothin for him to ponder on. "After we go to the trap can we go to navy pier?" She asked. "Sure thang baby." She smiled as she counted the money and rapped along.

In the backseat of another car sat a twelve year old little boy playin Grand Theft Auto Liberty City on his PSP as his godfather drove. Four years ago his father was killed in a drive by, his mother moved back to France shortly before so his godfather took custody of him.

The sound of The Message by Nas hit his ears causin him to look up pausin the game. He searched around lookin for where it was comin from til his eyes landed on a brown skin black girl. She looked like she was somewhere around his age, maybe nine at the least. She was rappin along to the lyrics wit cute but grimy facial expressions as both cars headed towards eachotha.

She had two cornrows in her head and her baby hairs were nicely done with little zigzag like swirls. She was in a black tee with a gold chain and a stack of money in her hand countin. He thought she was cute. The way the sun hit her brown skin made her look like a milk dud. The sun had her shinin the sun on a sparkly piece of gold.

Her eyes were brown like metallic brown with specks of gold due to the sun. He was so distracted by how cute she was that he didn't notice his godfather pick up his gun out the glove department as his window rolled down. The only thing on his mind was revenge,

the other man in the car lit the match and he was goin to the one to ignite the issue. He knew makin this move was goin to start a war but it was worth it. As he drove more near the other car he aimed the window. The girl looked up and they both locked eyes for a second before they looked at the gun.

Her eyes went wide as she looked at the gun. "Daddy!" She screamed. Her father drew his gun out as he yelled for her to get down. Before he could aim the gun his godfather shot him. It all seemed like it went into slow motion to him. The sound of the gun went of twice. His eyebrows furrowed as he felt a pit in his stomach,

like he'd just been punched as he watched the car crashed into anotha. Two bullets pierced through the side of the man's head as he heard the loud shriek of the little girl. "Paps." The boy exclaimed as his godfather dropped the gun on the passenger seat and sped off. He looked up in the rearview mirror at the boy.

"In this world, in this game, sometimes you gotta do the drastic of things. That was for your father and to stop him from takin our money." "But the girl!" He yelled. "She'll be fine." He said wavin him off. "This a dangerous game out hea boy, gotta protect yo's to the extent, avenge yo's when shit like what happened to yo father happens to you." He shook his head.

"That was four years ago." He said. "It's neva too late to avenge yo's Tyrell, especially afta someo done built some fo themselves wit yo shit."