The street's baby

Project baby

"If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking
They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket"

"I got up for the score and they never could block it
After the show, I count up in a Masi"

"Tears fall from the lies, despite
Hundred bands through the time of the night"

"When you left, I ain't wanna live life
Now I'm happy on the in and outside"

Walking home from the corner store I passed the loud music, the niggas shooting dice, the bad ass kids playing on the playground, and hoodrats drinking and twerking to the music. If you weren't from the jets' this would look ghetto but to us this was just life. This was home.

I made it to my house. Soon as I came in my 12 year sister Diari ran up to me.

"Pleaseeee tell me you got Tati"

"Nah my bad I tried tho" I lied to her

"Oh Okay" she said sounding disappointed

"Nah i'm just playing witcho crybaby ass"

I opened my jacket and cleared my pockets. 3 bag of hot puffs, 2 packs of skittles, a watermelon brisk, and 4 snickers come out.

Me and Diaria hurried and started dogging it. We were starving waiting for our aunt that was barely ever home to bring us something to eat, so I had to find a way to get us something to eat. And I did.

After we finished eating our snacks which were our dinner we both made our pallets to sleep on and snuggled up next to eachother.

*BOOM*

I woke up hearing a loud bang on the door sounding like a kick
I turned to see ari still sleep I pushed her to wake her up before I heard another-

*BOOM*

An even louder kick. I was scared and I could tell my sister was too. I quickly yet quietly took Ari's hand and ran upstairs. We hid in the closet

*BOOM*

This time the door bussed open and I heard several dudes talking.

"Nigga is you even sure the right place this shit ain't got nothing or nobody here man" a man said sounding angry

"Yeah this gotta be her crackhead ass place she just ain't here right now dumbass" another said calmly

"I wish both of y'all would shut the fuck up and look for my shit instead of talking y'all ass off" another voice said

Diari was now crying and shaking from fear. I was scared too but I figured one of us had to be strong and it sure wasn't her. Hearing the dudes come up the stairs I hurried and put my hands over Diari's mouth. Doing so I mistakenly hit a hanger.

FUCK! I thought hearing the hanger hit the floor loud and clear.

"What the fuck was that?" the angry dude said

They each looked in different rooms. One looked in the bathroom. One looked in the 1st rooms. And the other looked in the 2nd room, which we were in.

Sitting trying to not breath so whoever was in the room couldn't hear me, The closet door swung open. The dude looked about 17 and he just stared for a second until he shut the closet door back.

"I think that was the window bra I don't see shit" he said

"shit probably" another said