⛤𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙜⛤[ j.o & s.g ] ©

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"better on my own when its all over"

jahseh

as i step into my new home for the next nine months i realize something very important:

i will hate every moment im here. i began to notice the different types of prisoners as i walk by each cell. some look at me like they hate me with every inch of their person, while others look like they cant wait for their five minutes with me in the shower.

i can't see either option working out in my favor. "get in" one of the guards say. they push me in to a cell with another guy he is rolled over on the bottom bunk.

he looks just as depressed as everyone else however his image catches my eye as i notice he is freakishly ugly, with bright red dreads he kinda favors rumplestiltskin.

"enjoy your time with good ol' mikey fresh meat" the fat white guard says as he and the other began to walk away.

"so is it true what they say about you?" as i look back up i see the guy has now completely changed his position.

"well that depends on what you have heard." i simply respond.

it seems as if he is taken back by my answer, he looks deep in thought before he says "i have heard that you have a little temper when you're angry, and you don't react to cheating very well."

beginning to smirk he quirks his right eyebrow to my reaction which has intensified.

"maybe, but don't worry i'm not one for animal cruelty." 

i began to settle into my cell, i close my eyes and began to meditate when i am bothered once again by the great gecko himself.

"you don't talk very much dude." i open my eyes to see that he is now on the floor in the same cross-legged postion as me.

"not here for friends." i replied

i expect him to leave, but he continues to stare at me and pry.

"how long are you here?" he asks.

"nine months if i don't end up murdering you or fucking any other nigga up" i respond quick and harshly.

the more i try to be mean to this nigga the more he tries to talk to me, is this nigga really that desperate for a friend ? 

"well shit since you haven't asked, here's some shit about me anyway"

"my name is micheal, but some stupid ass nigga decided to be funny and call me mikey one day and ever since then that gay ass shit stuck."

"my friends back in ohio used to call me trippie redd or trippie.

before i got arrested i made music, hence the dreads and face tattoos."

he smiles at me while pointing to a specific tattoo that read "love scars." he continues to ramble about his life, and to be completely honest i couldn't help but relate to the kid in some ways reguarding the fact that i also did music, had dreads, and face tattoos.

although i was getting noticed and became well known in other areas besides the florida area that i was from,

it's a shame that i will be a little forgotten because i won't be active for the meantime, a minor setback.

"i was raised on 14th street, so i have this 14 on my forehead because BIG 14 ALREADY KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON."

alright, this nigga's retarted, someone write that down.

{a/n : im sorry 😂, i had to ik ik im such a headass okay im sorry bye.}

i give an irritated look as he begins to speak in his ohio-accented voice.

"so joshua enough about me, tell me about you." i know this nigga- he just called me joshua.

i clear my throat before responding.

"my name is jahseh, but if you have to call me anything i prefer x. before i was arrested, i lived in florida. i am 18 years old. i dropped out of high school my sophomore year and now i do music.

" before i could say anything else trippie had already started with the questions. "so are you on soundcloud ?" "what type of music ? you rap huh? hell yeah you a fucking rapper i can see it"

"bro when we get out me and you gon collab and make millions on 1400/800 block." i looked up at him with a confused look on my face as my brows furrowed. "whoa nigga slow the fuck down.

to answer your one of many questions, yes, i am on soundcloud under my artist psuedo xxxtentacion.

i really can't help but notice the look on trippie's face for i really can't tell what he is thinking. he once again looks deep in thought , he opens his mouth as if he about to say something but closes it again to remain thinking , he does two more times before finally saying something that has changed my life :

"i have someone i think you should meet." before i can say anything or object for that matter three ear-stabbing bells ring throught out the corridor signaling that it was time for lunch.

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whew chile , this is my first book i hope you have enjoyed so far. i think before we head into the next chapter i should give a little background on how things led up to this point.

annnyyywayys , im sorry the beginning was slightly boring and uneventful but it will get so much better as always i love you and hope you have a positive day today 💙

#LLJ 🌎