A Thugs City ( Editing)

A Thugs City ( Editing)

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Fiction
Romance
DEVON When I stand in that booth my world falls way and the world doesn't seem half bad. When the bass drops in what I wrote down doesn't seem good enough so instead I rap from my heart. I rap my story I hustle hard and kill without a second thought. Never been the one to fall in love, trust no thot. I'm a hustler a heartless nigga who cares for three little girls, That's just the way it is. ANGIE I'm what you would call "That" girl and I'm not talking about the hoe type I'm that quiet girl who got the bangin body long hair and tattoos, Now you're probably thinking what could possibly be wrong some people say you're born lucky I say I was lucky to be born ain't never really had nothing but I'm destined to be something I fight for the thrill and the money no time for that extra cause that's what got me where i am now just remember the prettiest faces hold the darkest secrets
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ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ? Murder... The word that people despised. It brought not only loss but stands for death. One of the many things that scares humans; as their was really no way to control it... One of the many things that changed her life forever. ~ "Please don't leave me." I pleaded, looking down at my my limp mother. Her blood went around us, staining the floor. This is all my fault... If only I had locked the door that night. The intruders words rang through my head, over and over again; like a broken record. "This is all your fault." My father spit. Breaking anything in his path. That day the old him was gone, never to return. The nightmare of this day would haunt me in my sleep; as my life was never the same. Life was unfair, the world is a horrible place. It was like everything came crashing down at one moment. The only person I had left after that was my best friend... We slowly grew apart as he didn't know what went on behind the doors of my house. Years passed, as the day still made my life worse. Not having the money to move I was still stuck in the same house... By the same river. Soon anouther murrder happened, the same way as... My mother's. Suspicions spread though the small town. A twenty minute ride to there. I would live in town to if I had the money. That day when the decective came to the door; it was just fate. As I didn't know it then... But, he would save me. It... Was just something about the way he looked at me; that made my heart go a mile a minute. (ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs 3,000 ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ... ɴᴏ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇs, ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs. ©® ʟᴇxɪɴᴀᴛᴏʀ04)

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