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Murder she wrote

I wheeled myself down twenty fifth and ave. It was winter and a nigga was tired. I had been in bed resting with the rest of my family. My wife

Amika Dellaney "Della" East was home pissed. I had gotten in late the night before and leaving before she woke up didn't help neither. She called me soon as i arrived at my destination and cussed me out.

I sat that listening to her complain. Either she gon deal with me working or she gon have to deal with being broke and me slanging but she can't have it both ways. Only reason i was even working this job was to support her and my kids and to stay off the streets.

I went to the police academy, went back to school. Passed every test needed just to become a damn detective and she still wasn't satisfied. There was never no pleasing her. I love my baby cause she's been there when no one has but she needs to ease off my dick some if she ain't riding it.

I turned around i hear my partners Matthew Garvaisky and Mariska Hargitay. I've been on this team for four eyes and my only friends were an Italian, a Russian, and one other black person.