Tomboy Evolution

These little boys thinking you one of them

"For real, you the only father that I ever knew"

"I get my bitch pregnant I'ma be a better you"

"Prophesies that I made way back in the Ville"

"Fulfilled, listen even back when we was broke my team ill"

"Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville
Talk to a nigga"

Kaycee

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the crowd around us cheered.
It was a hot, sticky day in May when I found myself straddled across prickly Peter's body. I pummeled his face over and over again until I felt my arms finally getting tired. I was completely out of breath. Desperately he squirmed beneath me on the hard gravel floor, trying to block my wild hits. We were in the center of the basketball court, and I had just gotten through kicking his ass in a game of one on one. He owed me 5 dollars from a bet that we made, and now this bitch nigga does't want to pay up.

"That's it, Tommy! Let it go! " Trey yelled, pulling me off prickly Peter, who was shielding his face with his arms.

"Nah, this fuck ass nigga need to learn, Trey" I hollered, trying to make my way out of his firm grasp.
Trey pulled me away from the loud crowd that was now laughing and pointing at Peter. He was struggling to get up off the ground, and from what i could see, he had a busted up bloody nose. Damn.. I got him good, I thought.

"Tommy, your pop's gonna go crazy if he finds out you out here fighting again," Trey said, shoving me so hard in the back i nearly stumbled forward.

"I know but this nigga got big talk for a nigga with small game,"

"Stupid little fucker got me riled up for what?" I said adjusting the drawstrings of the Black loose shorts i had on

"I'll give you the 5 dollars, Tommy damn"

"Keep your money, Trey. You already really know it's about the principle. I'm gonna beat the shit out of him every time I see him until he coughs up my five dollars,"I snapped, picking my book bag and basketball up off the ground. Trey simply shook his head at me in response. I was 12, and my best friend, Trey, was 13. He was way more levelheaded and calm than me. Although his name was actually Trevor, everybody that rocked with him called him "Trey". At just the age of 10, Trey was already looking like a young hollywood babyfaced model. Now that he was 12 years old it was even worse. With him looking like the younger Trey Songz he had all the middle school preppy girls going crazy.

Although Trey could be somewhat of a nerd, everybody was cool with him because he was a beast on the basketball court and also on the soccer field. In my perspective Trey was a complete golden boy. I mean the kid could play any sport he tried. But I ruled at video games, With the exception of Madden, there wasn't a video game out there he could beat me in.

All our lives we lived in the Eastside community housing projects. We were the closest any two friends could be. In fact, you rarely saw one of us without the other. Every day we walk to school together, ate lunch together, and played ball together only to get up and do that shit all over again the next day. Trey lived on the second floor while I lived on the first.

Our parents meeting was a little hasty. Who am I kidding that shit was hella funny. My hotheaded mother Marched upstairs to the Jacksons apartment. In her perspective they was being "too damn loud". Don't know what happened that day but my mom and Trevor's mom just clicked.