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FROM NOTHIN TO SOMETHING PT.1(A STORY BY KING PEN)(MUST READ)
In my neighborhood, being black and growin up poor went hand in hand.
With an absent father, and a part time mother who was a fulltime
prostitute, turning to the streetz seemed like the only option to make it
out the hood. I learned at an early age that on my block, the drug
dealerz, pimpz, and hustlerz were looked up to; while the
dopefiendz, hoez, and have notz were looked down on. It was the late 80z,
the hoe business was boomin and the drug of choice was cocaine injected
into the vein by way of a syringe. The early 90z brought about a drastic
change after a cat from Cali introduced the world to a new form of
cocaine called crack, which had started an epidemic and was at a wide
spread in damn near every inner city in America. Prostetic pimps profitz
declined while hoez from stroll to stroll began to jump ship and work to
support their habit, my mother included.
I can remember at the tender age of 10, my mother would have me hide
under the bed and roam thru tricks wallets and pockets. I guess it’s safe
to say all that stopped after we found ourselves in a tight situation. I
was hiding under the bed as usual, while my mom exaggerated screams and
moans. I guess the trick heard his Velcro wallet open up, which caused him
to stop fucking my mother. All I remember is he peeked under the bed and
as I tried to crawl from underneath it, I was greeted by his foot
smashing down on my neck. Well, well, well! The trick hissed. What do we
have here? As he applied more weight to my neck, I could hear my mom
screaming for my older cousin who was in the other room. A swift kick to
the face from my cousin knocked the trick off balance settin me free
from possibly being squashed like a bug. Glasses split dead down the
middle with a bloody nose, the trick managed to escape out the house and
smash off in his car that now had a broken back window.
By the age of 12, crack was in full effect and the local drug dealers
flourished. My brother was about 16 goin on 26, so getting a sack of dope
to sell and joining our local neighborhood gang was inevitable. I can
remember watching my older brother come and go as he pleased with
shopping bag after shopping bag, wishin I was in shoes. My brother had a
crazy shoe habit which was later passed on to me. But I can still see
his wall lined up with every shoe from jordanz to airmax to filaz to
timberland boots. I remember how he use to keep the empty shoe boxes
stacked up against the wall. He would hide money and drugz in random
boxes while I would probe thru them as soon as he left. 1 time I was
searchin thru the shoe boxes and I stumbled upon 35 hundred dollarz in
increments of a 100 to a stack, I took 2 of the hundred dollar stackz. I
guess you could say the new shoes I caught the bus to the mall to buy
was a dead give away as to who stole the money. Man dat nigga hit my lil
azz in the chest so hard it knocked the wind out of me and made me never
wanna steal again. In spite of the haymaker my big brother put on my
ass knocking the wind out of me and makin me not wanna steal, it did
knock some sense into me and made me wanna get out and get my own.
At 12 yearz old and still a child, the streets welcomed me with open
armz. I had my own lil hustle goin with my older cousin who was an
established brick mover. He used to give me $40 every day I rode around
wit him strapped down with drugz. I was a short light skinned nigga back
then and in the early 90z the copz around my way would rarely pat a kid
down. I would have ounce after ounce of dope in my drawz. Everyday he
dropped me off he would give me 40 dollars and ask me, "Are you comin to
work tomorrow"? Me already knowin what was up and being greedy, I would reply, yea imma come over after school. Our lil operation ran like a well oiled machine for about 2 months and then my mom caught on. My mom was strung out back then and she wasn't fucked up about me holdin for my cousin. In fact she encouraged it so it could feed her addiction. Once she found out about me holdin, she told me I couldn't work any longer
unless I skimmed her some off. Not wantin to fuck up my good thang, I
agreed and started takin her a few rockz a day... until!!!!!!!!!!
THIS STORY IS BASED ON SOME REAL LIFE EVENT MIXED WITH OTHER PEOPLE REAL LIFE EVENTZ TO SPICE IT UP!
I KNOW I GOT 2 UNFINISED STORIES! IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME WHICH YOU SHOULD KEEP YA EYEZ ON AND SEX, MONEY, AND MURDER WHICH IS ANOTHER MUST READ BUT THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE....LOL...FREE KAT
WILLIAMZ....LMAO...NAW THO THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS SOME CRAZY SHIT AND IF YALL WANT ME TO CONTINUE I NEED TO KNOW! IM BACK ON MY SHIT SO ALL MY STORIES ABOUT TO GET CRAZY....LMAO! FAST SHOUT TO ALL
THE AUTHORZ KEEP DOIN YA THANG AND IT NOTHIN BUT LOVE! 1
LOVE IS LOVE THE ONE AND ONLY KING PEN SIGNIN OUT! FUCK WIT ME
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