Island Drug King

The Beginning Of A New Life

I’m telling you I was a great person and had so much ahead of me, but after that night a lot changed.

“Sir what happen,” the police woman asked several times.

“I jus-,” I attempted to talk, when I fell to the ground.

“Medic! Medic!” Screamed the officer. I passed the fuck out. Nigga couldn’t see shit, for real though I don’t even remember shit. Come to find out i had been shot in the leg twice, one on top of the other. But because I was so hurt and all the shit that was going on I didn’t even notice it. They rushed me to the hospital, I just knew I was okay. I was a soldier army strong, as soon as I graduate I was gone be a fucking officer in the army commanding bitch ass little maggots. I was wrong.

The bullets had destroyed my chance of ever playing basketball again. After waking up from the long night of prep, surgery, and recovery I overheard my mom and the doctor talking about my leg and future in basketball.

“Ma’am, Deon was shot in 2 of his crucial ligaments. He is lucky to ever walk again,” the doctor says talking to my mom.

“So what are you saying doctor? You saying my son will never play ball again? Please don’t say that!” She yells and cries as the doctor explains to her that if I’m even able to walk again then I should never try to play basketball. Because if I do it’s a possibility I will ware out my leg and it will have to be removed. She cries and falls to the floor in aunts arms.

FROM THIS DAY ON MY LIFE WAS NEVER THE SAME.

A nigga started to come in the house late, selling drugs, and even getting in trouble with the law. Shit was getting real inside my crib. Ma dukes was starting to get fed up. Then one day we got into this big ass argument because she had damn near a different nigga inside her bed every fucking nigh and I wasn’t with that shit bruh for real. So I said something! We argued for hours. The next morning she woke up, made me breakfast and decided to have a deep conversation with me . She starting telling me some bull shit, talm bout she in love and was marrying Nathan, one of her billion hoes but the richest one. He drove a really nice corvette and many other cars. But Nathan lived all the way in St. Thomas Virgin Islands.

“Tf, now we moving you just gone take me away from my fuckin’ niggas?” I screamed.

“Who the fuck you cursing at little boy. Don’t get your ass smacked into next week.”

“Man, I’m not going. I’m going to stay with Lo—,“ I started to say I was gone stay with the bro Loud when it really kicked in that he was gone. Never coming back.

At the beginning of my tenth grade year bitch moved me to the Virgin Islands were I met a lot of new people. I gained plug with some of the biggest drug distributers in the world. I even met Lock Up. Lock Up is the biggest drug dealer and importer known to man. Lock Up catered to me, took me like I was bruh own son. He did every fucking thing for me. He bought me car for school, new clothes, bruh even bought my bitch a prom dress. He even sent me off to prom in the nicest car and gave me the keys like, “my nigga you can have it.”

Lock up was the best thing that ever happen to me. I never needed for nothing. Before I could even ask for it he was giving it to me.

My mom died Christmas day my 11th grade year. She and Nathan were on their usual bull shit arguing and fighting after doping up. This day Nathan had got tired of her smacking him around calling him a bum as nigga and he shot her. I was right there I got so mad I hit him in the head with the Christmas tree stand and then grabbed his gun and shot him. My first body.  I immediately called Lock Up.

“OMFG I Just shot my step dad bruh. I -,” he interrupted me.

“Shut up don’t say nothing over the phone I’m on my way.” He hung up and five minutes later he was knocking on the door. He had the police and a coroner with him. He grabbed me and took me outside.

“Look lil bruh these people work for me I run this mother fucker. They gone ask you a few questions just say he shot your mom then shot himself and you came out the room and found them and called me.”

Lock up was my fucking nigga he was always there for me whenever I needed him. He took me in and I received a fat ass life insurance check for them dying I splurged and bought my own apartment another whip and my girl a car. I was dating one girl. I wasn’t like them other niggas who had hella hoes and a bunch of babies. She was my only girl and I had no kids. Life was great, everything was going my way. Lock up was cool. He was getting mad money and I was right by his side. Father and son type shit. But then one day in a huge drug bust across St. Thomas Lock Up got locked the fuck up. He was doing 27 Consecutive life sentences.  Lock up would never see freedom again. Shit he’d never see the sun again. He left everything he owned to me though. After graduating high school I had took over the fucking world and had every bitch and nigga in my hand. It’s what Lock Up wanted. He said he trained me for this time because he knew it was coming. He said I was doing great but I had to expand my business. Now it was time to come back to the states.