SwagStarJohnson
"ROSALYN WAKE UP....ROSALYN WAKE UP...BABY WAKE UP!"
"Maam shes gone....maam shes gone!"
"NO NO NO NO NO....ROSALYN...MY BABY......ROSALYN...
ROSALYNNNNNNNNNN!"
Ion care what a mf say, ima get me some money by any means. I mean I don't know no other way then to do that. It ain't nun like that feeling of seeing that paper hit them hands. It's like my whole pu**y start jumping when I know some money is involved.
But shiiiid you got to be careful out here in these Chicago streets, especially when dealing with some of these goofys. Cause a ni**a a set you up for the Okey doke if you let them. He will invite you into a room, put the money in your hand, f*ck the shit out ya, and take their money back at the end after he nut. And if you try to fight, you find yourself beaten, shot, and in intensive care like me right now. There I was in a coma hearing my momma scream my name but I couldn't respond. I had no more fight in me, no more prayers in me, all hope was gone. I guess this was God's last straw of telling me "enough is enough Rosalyn!". But I couldn't help it, I was raised like this. Because when your own momma was your pimp growing up, selling you as a teen to support her drug habbit, when ya grown that's all you know. Look at me now, I was 19 with 3 kids by 3 men of who I didn't even know dying on my dying bed.
**BEEEEEEEEEEEP**--------------------------^----------
"ROSALYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"π