"Today is another day to chase more money! Remember the other day you had some in your pocket? Well, today your pockets are flatter than white girl ass!!..."
I always have to hear that from my uncle Richard. Somehow he always manages to make a reference to the days when he was with "white" girls. Not your every day white girl , my uncle used to sell drugs. Were not going to say in which ones but the "white girl" was his favorite. He doesn't anymore, now he's stuck on house arrest after they caught him with 80 million in "drug paraphanelia" and he served his sentence of 15 years. Before all of that happened we used to live in the projects. One thing that uncle Rick always say that I can relate to is "we came a long way". He moved me and my mom to a big house on the hills of California. Now every morning he wakes me up to motivate me to get more money... " I don't do this for nothing! I know I told you once I get off house arrest I have some money waitin on me in a bando, but you need to get off your ass an make something of yourself !" I couldn't disagree with him but society is hard to manage in. "Alright Unc, but you need to get off my ass I do my best. I'm going to work at 3 anyways. I get paid $15 an hour." I know I was lying to him but as much I wanted to get a job I couldn't. What I really did was leave to my own trap house where I made $100 a minute. "Alrite Jeff , but just know... The money can't chase it's self!!"
As soon as he left the room I went to my shoe box in my closet to count my money. 500,000 cash. If only they knew , I thought. I put half my money in the pockets of my outfit today and then rolled myself a nice fat blunt..
