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by Sincity_11

I was in the car bobbing my head to the music as YB sang his heart out. The nigga really going through some shit right now. I can feel his pain the same shit going on with me. I've been listening to YB's album for the simple fact that I was a big fan and he be droppin some fye shit. I was never the type to ride no celebrity dicc tho. Even if they had clout I would approach them as if I was used to seeing them everyday. But ain't no question bout it he the real G.O.A.T

"I ain't know my age he was 16 they killed Lil Dave Mind in a rage I'm way too young to feel this pain I ain't know how to fade but I dove in cause I'm a mane I love that girl to death as we get old our feelings change." I sang with my head down. I had been in my feelings lately cause I felt alone like know one had a nigga bacc. I knew Ant did tho. He was my nigga not only that but my blood brother. Can't nobody say nun else bout it.

"I never knew this fame would take the ones I love from way from me I wanna see Babyyy girl but I can't seem to call Superstar" Ight I had to lowkey laugh at my off beat ass but that laugh quiccly turned to a frown. The fact that a nigga scared to talk to his BM cause he don't wanna face her cause he knew he was wrong. Cause he knew he still loved her. I hate the fact that i was lowkey a coward. I wanted to replay the song but Ant came in the car.

"Oh hell naw cuh. You ain't finna be actin depressed round me get t'd up nigga. play this right here. We gon call yo ass DP. You know what DP stand for? Depression nigga that's yo new name." He made me laugh. Even tho I wasn't happy he was and to see other people happy made me feel a little better. I put on young grizzley world. I was listening to Melly harmonies.

I got t'd up and that made A laugh. He never even got to finish talking cause i was drifting off into my own thought's.

"CC you listenin? A cuh ian finna be tryna help you if you'on be listenin to me dawg on Crip. Boy yo ass twaccin if you think you finna ignore me... Nigga is yo ass even listenin i'm out cuh." Now this nigga knew I don't listen to half the stuff people say unless it's important. Ion know I guess my ears make me listen. I was tired cause I was puttin percs in my lean and smoking weed. It was 10:00 pm and I fell asleep in my bed.

Bad Dreams(sleep)

I was runnin around with a Glock and a AR-15. I was in a shootout. It was just me and all of my Oppositions. I dumped the whole 100 round clip to my .40 caliber. Next was the AR-15 I dumped the whole clip to that too. 223's, 556's, and 762's were flying everywhere. I missed every single shot. Ion know what was going on I couldn't even aim correctly. Then the most bidder sweet thing happened. I got shot. Bitter cause Ian want my kids growing up without they father. Sweet cause I was not gon live. I knew that for a fact. My opps wanted me dead and Ian care. They tried so many times but they blew it. This time they did it finally. They said they wanted my head so I said knocc it off my shoulders.

I was rushed to the hospital. Blood falling down my jaws. As I gasped for oxygen A was in the ambulance slapping my face hard as hell tryna get me too respond and shit. I swear if I wasn't shot I would've smacced A than went bacc into my almost dead state.(Idek what to call it so we just gon call it that)

When we got to the hospital I was rushed strait into surgery. I was shot in the face and ribs. Someone shot me in the rib then they stood over me and shot my face. The person watched my mind bleed. It was the devil he said he would see me soon. I said ight dad. I was finally gon be runited with the rest of my demons. My dead homies was gon be happy to see me. Well not my face cause uhh yeah you know.

The Doctor told my Family including my BM's and kids I was gon be ight. Ian wanna live tho. At the same time niggas was gon be saying they smokin on that CC pacc. And that movement gon turn bad. A and the rest of my niggas was gon give them niggas HELL. I told everybody to go home and get some rest i was plotin whole time. They did what I said. I was only 17 and I was king of the ave. My crew B.S.B(Bottom Side Ballas) was top crew.

I wrote a letter. I reached my hand towards the Heart Monitor and pulled the plug I died right then and their. The doctors came in and tried to save me but it was too late.

I was at my funeral and my mom was crying along with both of my BM's, my kids, and even the gang was crying tears with strait faces. Ant came up and read aloud the letter I wrote before I pulled my plug.

"Just to get this strait I killed my self. I pulled the plug. I was gon live until I chose to pull that plug. I even posted on my insta story to prove a nigga is livin. So don't be on the net talkin bout ya'll smokin on that CC pacc. Cause I promise you not smokin on nun. I wanna tell my Babyyy girl: I love you and I'm watching over you. If you need sum go to uncle Ant Ant for it. I will continue to be with you in spirit. Daddy can't be with you in person but just know i'm still with you. I want to tell Ant this: Watch over my kids cuh. Be they father figure. If Superstar need sum supply that. Same with T-baby. I want the violence to stay the same better yet sees now that i'm gon. I did a lot of hurtful things in my life hurt a lot of people....

"What the fucc did I pee in the bed." I said concerned. I was not feeling like a man no more I felt like a lil ass boy pissin cause I had a bad dream. I saw Ant laughing boy I just gave yo ass a wet dream get it? Water you was sleeepin not funny ok." I got up happy ian pee in the bed. only this nigga would do some dome shit like this. Hey i'm alive tho.