Chapter one: Who is Tyrone
From what i heard Tyrone does whatever his homies do, He smokes weed sips lean etc. I guess he felt cool inside for doing it. He used to ditch class i would go over to his house and hear his mom yelling "damn Tyrone whats wrong with you" he always told me he wanted to show the world that he was hard so usually his life consisted of breaking the law, he even did eight weeks in juvy, this dude was the cause of allot of shit. I would guess his anger comes from not knowing who is father is, even though he may seem like it he never had any confidence he always resorted to shooting his gun. His squad always thought that they were violent assassins i remember the last drive by he did i was with him and four dudes i've never seen in my life they said "come on tyrone its time to get active we gon' roll up on this nigga real silent, then you pull out the nine and then blast him, we gon' go to his house be careful shooting so you don't hit this kids you down for it?" you know it" Tyrone said as he was climbing into the back of the black mustang with the top down
I didn't see him for the rest of that week but i heard he did it. He was basically a celebrity in our neighborhood no one messed with him they knew if they mess with Tyrone there not winning even if they do beat him up cause his squad gon' come through. I never trusted anyone he hung out with i knew they had his back and wouldn't let anything happen to him, but half the stuff he was doing was because of them. I mean come on that's like giving a murderer a gun and expecting him not to kill. Tyrone was not always like this he used to be a good dude but fell into the wrong crowd.
Chapter two: Recovery
The next time i saw him he was big balling, getting money and girls and still ripping the four. he walked with his fist clenched i could tell he was itching to blow, but shit all the local neighborhood niggas knew that he was born to fit the hood, i mean he never had chicken feet. I remember one time we was at my pad he told me he would be right back he was going to get a pack of cigarettes, him only being fifteen but had a fake id that worked. i told him alright bring me back an Arizona he said aight fasho. I followed him because i had a bad feeling
He was receiving calls back to back but he kept declining them i didnt quite understand why. finally we reached the store him still oblivious to the fact that i was behind him. But right before he walked in some dudes was like "aye nigga" and shot him twice in the head and in the chest and ran off saying " we don't play nigga" i knew they wanted him dead i could tell by the coldness of their voice i wish i could have saw their face they all had blue bandanas on so i figured they were crips. The man inside the liquor called the cops and at the same time he was trying to find someone screaming "help help stay alive young son" he was going to die and i knew that a bullet went through his head he was barley breathing and both of his eye balls had rolled back
chapter three: The conference
We all gathered because Tyrone was dead all over some dumb shit we don't know who did it we just had assumptions and all of us were ready to wild and out with a sinister function even i was ready to empty one or two clips. The OG was like "fuck it hes dead so open up a forty take a sip and pour out the rest, y'all got stressed shit y'all need to chill cause every time some shit be popping off y'all pull the steel out" one of the younger homies was like "fuck that we gon' find them and bust back trust that" "man y'all don't need to be out here shooting people y'all don't even know who the fuck it was y'all going to be dead taking this violent route y'all need to get your shit straight and understand what your life about cause if a bullet hits your ass believe your dead" OG said sounding more serious then dude gon' respond with "nigga you dont run these streets you aint never been no fucking G if i want to shoot people its up to me and i bet them niggas that killed tryone was the same niggas that we hit up a few days ago" i said nah they aint get back for that aint that them driving up in the cadila--
