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FROM NOTHIN TO SOMETHING PT.2(A STORY BY KING PEN)
Everything ran smooth for over a year. I would skim my mom her lil share
of the dope I was holdin off the top and meet her in the alley to give it to
her. My older cousin used to have my cousin P who's a year older than me
which is his nephew holdin for him before I came along, but he started
some Jr. football shit and I guess I was next in line for the duty. Shit
I was glad my cousin was off playin football somewhere because had he
not been, he probably would have been stepping on my toez,by getting in
the way of the 40 dollars a day I grew to depend on. In the early 90z
just barely in my teenz, my 40 dollars a day at least 5 days out of a
week was more than what most adult make working a full time job. I can
remember how my young small red azz used to feel, like somebody important
as I rode around with my cousin in his old school Malibu with the
daytons on it beatin different songs. I used to blow his fuses turnin
the music up so loud to songs like "we want easy by easy e and rakimz
paid in full cd. But to this day its one song that whenever I hear or
think of it, it reminds me of my cousin whom is now dead, may god rest
his soul. "Back in the days when I was young, im not a kid anymore but
somedayz I sit and wish I was kid again" made by some rapper named ahmad
who was basically a 1 hit wonder boomed from the speakers on repeat. We
had to play that song over a thousand times while I made more than a
thousand transactions.
Yea ridin around with my cousin makin moves had me feeling like a big
dog, when the god honest truth was that I was nothing more than a mule.
My cousin would tell me go give him 2 of those or he want 5 of these,
you know shit of that nature. I would walk up to different cats car or
hop in different vehicles diggin in my drawz to give that person what
they wanted while my cousin sat back and waited for the cash. In spite
of him being around 400 poundz, he was a cool ass comical nigga. He used
to crack jokez and have a nigga laughing all day. Even tho he was a big
nigga, I remember walkin in on him a few time with numerous different
beautiful girls. They would be ridin him and moanin his name while he
bounce em up and down and spent his bankroll. Even tho he was a likeable
nigga I figured the only reason that most of the girzl fucked wit him
was because he had money.
Still basically a kid at the age of 13, I would run, play, and lose
sacks sometimes. I remember one time I was playin and this one dope
fiend found a ounce I had lost while playin. I had just run up on the
porch when my cousin said "a lil cuz somebody about to come and get that
so give it here"! I was feelin and pattin myself down when mike came up
said " what you lookin for this? With the dope in his hand. I was
thinkin like damn how did he get the shit that was just in my drawz
,when he said "I seen you drop it when you was playin so I picked it up
to see if you was on top of your game"! Feelin like a fool I just looked
dumb and tried to fade off. Even tho mike used drugs, he was a close
friend of the family and smart enuff to know that he would get blessed
for returning the lost product. Shit something like that can be a
major power move for a junkie lookin to score brownie points with a
heavy hitter. As time went on I countined to hold dope, but the fortys
didn't come as often. My cousin would give me wads of money and tell me
to go in the house and count it. Me being so young, dumb, and greedy, I
figured he was just handing me a lot of money and actually didnt know
how much it was.
Being greedy,I would count the money and arrange it all in the same
order then go outside and say It was less than what it was. I thought he
didn't know but he did. Oh that was suppose to be $3,200 he said while
I told him I was gonna go back in and recount it. After replacin the 5
twenties I stuffed in my shoe back, I'd go back outside and tell him I
miss counted. I guess in between doin lil shit like that and losin
sacks he got a lil annoyed and gradually stop using me. I would still
come around to play with his nephew P or walk his two rocz and he would
still let me hold sometimes or peep out the window while he cook up.
Everybody from niggas to bitches brown nosed my cousin so I guess it
didn't come as no surprise when marcus told me my mom was on the phone
for me. I picked up the phone downstairs then my mom asked me, "do you
got my shit"? I replied with, "yea, meet me in the alley"! I told my
cousin I was runnin down the street to the store and went straight to meet
my mom in the alley AND THEN!!!!!.......LMAO
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY BIG COUSIN WHO INTRODUCED ME TO THE GAME! R.I.P BURG, YOU WILL FOREVER BE MISSED FOR YOU ARE GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN! ONE LOVE
FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, BECUZ I KNOW YOU DYIN TO KNOW WHATZ NEXT....LMAO
SORRY SO SHORT BUT DADDYZ HOME AND I BOUGHT THE 40 AUTI MATTI CHROME FOR ALL THE CHATTY CHATTY YALL BEEN DOIN....LMAO! DADDYZ HOME, NIGGAZ WAS SCARRED WAY BEFORE I PUT THE KEY IN THE DOOR....LMAO!
LOVE IS LOVE! THE ONE AND ONLY KING PEN SIGNIN OUT! FUCK WIT ME....LOL
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