Imagine being down and feeling like nothing could get better or just won't get better.
How could tou handle that?
How could you deal with the daily tasks of life in general?
Or
Imagine having whatever you wanted, and feeling like nothing was bett...
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Chesters Bar, Downtown Los Angeles
Saturday 3:18 pm
So, we know that Hakeem and his niggas jumped me a couple of months ago. Well I let them jump me. But the thing is me and keem use to be cool all throughout high school.
But I guess he didn't want to be friends with the poor nigga so he started to flake after highschool.
Then it was just me Bryan and Charlie. But it's cool them my homies always.
I guess he thought in was gone let it slide. Nope!
So I came down to this spot he always at before I head to Charlie house for a kick back.
"Wassup homie?" I said to the dude at the door, he just nodded and let me in
I never needed no one to help me do shit.
"Keem?" I called him as I walked in
"This nigga, looked what the money done dragged in" he pointes and laughed
He not gone be laughing that long.
"You clean up nice little nigga, after you done came up huh?" He asked laughing with his boys behind him
"We should talk?" I asked
"Why?"
"In private"
"Whatever you say you can say" he added and they turned the music down some
"Okay. Wheres my money?" I asked him
"Come again?" He smiled as his friend pulled a gun out and looked at me
"Thats cute, but I said wheres my money?"
"That little nine hundred dollars?" He said
"Yeah that"
"Nigga if you dont get...."
"Okay so, this is how this is going to go. I'll give you a few more weeks to get my money. Because you acting like you that nigga. When in reality you ain't got shit, you just as broke as I was. Your shit is behind you technically you needed that money more than I did, because obviously and apparently god had my back. So I was good"
