A product of Crenshaw Boulevard & Slauson Avenue. Ermias or Nipsey as the streets would call him. Had a mystique about him that left you in awe but also had you wondering. Was he your typical street dude? Was he a thinker? Was he a radical? Was he l...
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"Sage... SAGE! NO!" I shot up out of my sleep and grabbed my gun off the night stand. I aimed it towards the door, my finger was trigger ready. I was breathing hard and had sweat dripping down my forehead. I looked around the room and realized I was alone.
"Fuck man" I sighed and put the gun back on the dresser. It's been 15 years and I still have that same dream almost every night. I guess it's true when they say "even with the time you still feel the same hurt", I'll never be okay. My phone started to buzz, I looked over at the contact, it was my brother Blacc.
"Talk to me"
"We got him"
"Aite I'll be there in an hour fuck with him for a bit"
I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I stared into the mirror, looking at the person I've become. The last 15 years have been one hell of a ride. Their was some good , some bad, and some ugly but I'd like to think I turnt out okay. After that night, my life changed in an instant. I became a Rollin 60's crip and from then I just started to blossom. I took the shit I learned in the classroom and mixed it with the shit I learned in the streets and became the most feared nigga in LA. That night was a curse but it manifested into a blessing.
I began to do my hygiene and started to get dressed. I inspected myself in the mirror, I was a simple nigga, never too flashy. I knew I had eyes on me at all times whether it was from the police or niggas that envied me. I wasn't going to give either the reason to take me away or take me out.
Before I headed out I stopped and peeked into the room next to me. I smiled and watched her for a few mintues, she looked peaceful when she was asleep. I was referring to her when I said the past 15 years came with some blessings. My daughter Emani was born three years ago and has been the light in my life ever since. Out of all the wrong I've done she was the one thing I got right. I walked over to her and kissed her for head.
"Daddy promise he's going to walk through that door tonight baby" I whispered in her ear. I tell her that every morning before I head out. When I'm out in these streets, she's the constant reminder that I have to stay alive, I'm all she got. Her mother and I don't see eye-to-eye,, she loved the fast life more than she loved our daughter, she left not too long after giving birth to her. I see her around the hood every now and then. I don't hold as much hate or resentment towards her like I used too. Emani has everything she needs right here with me.
"Yo Samantha I'm out!" I yelled before heading out the door. Sam and I made good on our promise when we told her we'll be back for her. Unfortunately, when we came back Melvin was gone and my mother was barely around. We took Samantha that day and never looked back. She's been with us ever since, she going to school at UCLA and I got her overseeing our legit businesses cross town. I want her far away from the 60's as possible. As for our mother, it's been years since we've seen her. I've heard things here and there about how her whereabouts and how she's doing. I haven't put much thought into reaching out and I don't think I ever will. I will never forgive her for what happened. As for Melvin, the search for him has been going on for years, I have several bullets with his name on it. I'm not resting until I find him and I have a feeling it'll be real soon.
