Atlanta Love

Fifty

2 weeks later

Dave
I've been talking about on how I want to invest in Harlem but never did it the passing of Nipsey really pushed me to get up off of my ass and actually do what I've been saying I was going to do but never did it. I want to give everyone in my community a better way of living that's where the apartment complexes come in. I want to stop the robberies and vandalism which is why the complexes will be gated and have security and the security will have bullet proof offices. I'm not changing the hood I'm just improving the hood so that way the kids can go outside and play without fear of being shot at. D and Haze didn't grow up like I did but after taking both of them to where I grew up in Harlem they know how hard it was for me and for the people my people that's still living in Harlem.

"Dave we gotta get away this weekend with the kids," D spoke.

"Yeah we do."

"I was thinking Mexico?"

"Okay I'm with it."

D nodded we finally made it to my old basketball court where I was dominating. A few boys that was playing stopped and ran over to us.

"Oh snap you Dave East and Desmond Wilson."

"We are."

We dapped them up.

"What y'all doing in Harlem?"

"We're actually working on this project in my old neighborhood."

"Thanks for what you doing for us Dave," one of the boys spoke.

"No problem."

"He just doing all of this for Instagram," another spoke.

I raised my eyebrows.

"What's ya name?"

"Darrius."

"Darrius I can assure you that what I'm doing isn't for Instagram I'm doing it because I care and I know how hard it is for y'all I grew up exactly where y'all staying at now."

"Man whatever," Darrius walked away.

"Yo Darrius wait up," I spoke as I followed him.

He smacked his teeth and turned towards me.

"What?"

"I see your shoes got holes in them along with your clothes."

"Yeah so?"

"Let me help you out."

"I'm not no charity case."

"That's not what I see you as I just want to help you out stop acting so hard."

He let out a sigh and sniffed looking away.

"It's the only way to be when your mom is struggling to take care of three kids all of our dads are out living their best life."

"Where your mama work?"

"At a diner as a waitress she's taking night classes to get her nursing degree."

"You good on the court."

"Yeah once I go pro I'm going to take care of my mama and my sisters."

"You're the only boy."

"Yeah."

D walked over.

"Dave I gotta go back to Atlanta Dani is throwing up."

I nodded.

"Alright."

We dapped and D walked over to the SUV truck.