"Shit, it's empty out here man" says Joshea, as he speaks to himself, still looking around. Joshea, looks up noticing a man in a white suit, walking his way,he looks puzzled. "Ugh.. Yo, you must be at the wrong place!?Haven't you read the news how dangerous it is around 'ere white boy!?" The man looks up, ignoring him. "A'yo, you deaf or suttin' muh'fucka!?" Joshea runs up to the man, looking at him. The man, places his right hand on Josheas' right shoulder. "What the fu--..Joshea quickly goes into a series of flash backs, as he is falling back to the concrete. "Where-where am I?" Joshea is dressed in a white suit, standing on a long golden ladder. Joshea looks around, noticing all of the people around him. 'What the fuck is this shit?" Joshea turns behind him, looking at the man with his head half blown off. "What the fu-what the hell? What the hell happened to you!?" The man behind him ignores him, as he looks ahead of Joshea. "Fuck!! I'm outta' here!" Joshea jumps over the latter, falling down into a deep hole. "AHHH!!!" As Joshea falls, he notices that the ground below him in fire, he swings his arms around for help. "AHHHH HELP!!!" Before Joshea hits the ground, he wakes up from his nightmare, surrounded in piss.
Joshea walks to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Not really caring what he smells like. "Shit, ain't got nothing in this muh'fucka?" Joshea walks over to the torn up bed room, ripped up with bullet holes. "Man, where d'fuck is everyone?" Joshea runs outside, looking at the large crowd of black males. One of the black men, turn around staring at Joshea, his teeth are diamond filled and he wears a clean white shirt with black dickies and some slippers. "A'yo 'bruh, d'fuck is you doing around 'ere?" The whole crowd turns around, looking at Joshea, one teenager separates from the group walking up to Joshea. "Nigga where you from?" Joshea looks around puzzled. "Me?" The teenager looks up "Yes you nigga? Who else fool." Joshea sighs, looking at the group, noticing that they all have glocks pointed at his head. The black male with diamond teeth walks up to him, aiming with a loaded AK-47. "Speak, or forever rest in peace." Joshea mutters something, before he starts talking"Do I really have to tell you where I'm from?" Markus nudes him on with the AK-47 pointed in his face. "Speak, or I'll spray your whole fucking face off." Joshea sighs, gulping before he begins talking.
I was nineteen years old, living on on Washington Block.
Everyday the same shit up on Washington Block before the muh'fuckin' families formed. Nothing ever changed, I was just a new nigga awaiting for niggas to scoop me up. But, a couple of weeks would go by. And niggas were getting shot at, niggaas were dieing like clock'work y'feel me? There was this deep as set that layed on 6th street, they called themselfs the "B.R" or something like that, but none of our niggas really gave a flying fuck. They attacked us, we attacked them, shit was like the world war five up in Los Santos. Well, we all know that sooner or later one set was going to fall. The news made a headline, "Members of a notorious gang were found dead in they're own house, suicide takes it's responsibility." We were all happy, me and my brother that is. We were so glad to see our niggas finally free, free from all that war shit.Once day, I was walkin' down the block. . . And some niggas ran up to me, where you from blood? I reply'd, Washington Block nigga, why? Three of the men pulled out they Glocks, aiming at me. You already know, I didn't move. I had to be a real "O.G" in that muh'fucker; "BANG BANG BANG" shots ring through the air, and while I was on the ground, them muh'fuckas had the nerve to yell out they set."Crenshaw Mafia Bloods..." Them niggas was ruthless, and they didn't give a FUCK about anyone.I heard a mean ass nigga by the name of "Delmar" yous to run that click, but he died a few years after that, so I never got to get my revenge...
In the hospital 1 month later, I came out. 18 years old. Not giving a fuck about anyone;I would try rapping. But shii'..That shit is for pussy's. I made my first freestyle 2 months after I could regain my strength, so now. Here I am, living on Felton block..Markus lowers his AK-47, nodding to Joshea "Leave." "That's is? I can't hang around?" Markus turns to the large crowd, signaling them to separate. The large men move, showing the man on the floor with an bat shoved half-way up his ass, he looks around in shock. Markus walks up to Joshea. "I suggest you leave." Tavion moves from Josheas' way, giving him space to leave, Joshea runs back to his house and pauses. Tavion speaks "WHAT THE FUCK NIGGA!? I AIN'T ASK FO' YOUR WHOLE LIFE STORY, RANDOM ASS NIGGA!!" Joshea looks out, staring at the large crowd. "I gotta get down with this set..." Markus walks up to Joshea "Oh yeah? You wanna' get down?" Markus waves at the large group, making then suround Joshea. Tavion smiles whilst he looks at the scene "Get 'em." Markus places his right hand on Josheas' left shoulder "Get outta' here, you'll never get down with us..." Joshea smirks "How can I get down?" Markus smiles slowly,nodding "Work hard, but now I want you to leave." Joshea makes his way through the large crowd running back into his house, he runs upstaris looking out his window. "Man, I gotta' get down with this set..."
The very next day, Joshea walking down the street nodding to everyone he meets. "W'sup everybody, hows it goin'.." Markus separates from one of the crowds that where laying on 6th street, looking at Joshea; he walks over "Ay', yous that fool I was talkin' to yesterday?" Joshea nods. Markus signals every group from the outside streets to come inside the house he is standing by. "A'yo! Everyone hop up in 'ere!" About 50 men enter the house packed. Once Joshea walks inside of the house, the door quickly closes and the door lock can be heard, locking.The brown table infront which everybody is standing infront of is covered with a large pile of cocaine. "Sit down." Joshea takes a seat. "What's up?" Markus walks over to the table, holding an new born baby, wrapped in a blue blanket. "You see this shit nigga? Aha, this is my baby- His name is Khamari" Markus smiles widely, walking over to the table repeatedly sniffing of large chunks of the cocaine. Markus later on, drops the baby onto the couch, nodding to each and every black male around him. "Alright, everyne listen up. Lex wants us all to-" *Hours pass* Joshea falls asleep, snoring loudly.He wakes up to the yelling of an unknown voice. "A;YO, THIS NIGGA FALLEN' ASLEEP AND SHIT!!??" Joshea's eyes widen, but they quickly close as an brown bat swings towards his right cheek. "Oh shit!!!" He lays on the concrete, stunned by the hit. "Nigga, you done fucked up bruh'." Markus looks around the group, "Which one of you niggas thank your harder than me?" One man stands up. "I'm harder than you nigga!!" Markus quickly runs over to the man, swinging the bat into his head multiple times. "Who else says they're harder than me!?" Another man stands up "I'm gangsta, I'm harder." Markus reaches under his shirt,gripping onto his .44 firing it off at the man who just stood up*BANG,CLAP,BANG!!* "Everyone, leave the spot." Markus nods to Joshea.
The house is empty but only Johea and Markus remain along with the two dead body's. Markus begins talking "Nigga you still here?" Joshea looks down to Markus, sighing "Yeah man, I wanna' be down with you guys." Markus laughs, slowly reaching into his pocket withdrawing a note, he tosses it along with a black tape to Joshea " Oh really?Listen man, I want you to take care of my son, Since I'm leaving and all" Joshea nods, catching to note and the note attached to the tape. Markus raises up, with the .44 in his hand he says nothing. Joshea stares at Markus runnnig out the door. "Where are you going?" Markus turns to the baby laying on the couch, and then to Joshea "Oh me? I'm giving you a chance man.Remember what I said about my baby." Markus spins the .44's barell. "It's your time y'feel me?" Markus exits the house, running out into the street. "I can't take it anymore!!" Appearantly having a low high of cocaine, Markus shoves the .44 to his head, pulling the trigger three times *BANG,BANG,BANG!!!!!!* Joshea hears the gunshots, grabbing the baby wrapped in a the blue blanket; running to the scene. "Ohh, shit.." Joshea looks down to the note Markus gave him,the note has several features,Labeled "Fuck the 424"* (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgLZ98KjZ_U&feature=related ))
Note:As you may have not been paying attention to your friend here, he's with me now. I am the Devil witch lays beneth your bed planning on ways to kill you EACH AND EVERY NIGHT... You friend here has just gotten his life sentence cut short.HAHAHAHAHA, I guess his little...Cocaine addiction didn't seem to bother you faggots a bit huh? Do you even know where he was buying that coke from? ME. And when you steal from me, YOUR STEALING FROM THE MOTHERFUCKING DEVIL.*
Joshea drops the note, running out to the street distance... "Man, I'm not coming back until things are straight."
Six years later....
Joshea walks down the quite streets of Felton, looking around until he spots two men standing on the corner,he approaches them. "A''yo you the guy?" Joshea stares at the guy leaning on the Huntley, digging into his pocket slowly pulling out his wallet. "What?" The guy on the car leaning, says. Joshea scratches the top of his head. "Uhh..Can I speak to you for a second then?" Joshea and the man walk over to an warm house, both getting comfortable inside. "So, what do you want?" The guys walks over to the fridge, taking out some pizza and slides it into the microwave. "So.?" Joshea flips out his wallet, slamming it upon the table. "Look, here.: Joshea slides out a picture, stained with coffee he offers it to the guy. "What is this? The guy takes it, examining it closely. "Who is these fools?" Joshea sighs "One of them is, a guy you call Wess. Am I right?" The guy nods "Wess died, I don't know the baby" Joshea nods. "Yes, I think you do." The guys shakes his head "Who then?" - "One of them is Khamari, do you know him?" The guys nods. "Yeah, he died a few days ago." Joshea looks around, puzzled. "WHAT THE FUCK!?-WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" Joshea bangs his hands on the table.The guy mutters something, before replying. "Chill man, he's gone. what are you going to do about it?" Joshea grabs his wallet, walking out the door. "Fuck this, things ain't like the old days.What happened to the respect- The loyalty?"....
A few months later, Joshea moved down to Seville Boulevard. The rumors of the large drug trafficking, and the large flow of money 'niggas' were receiving. Joshea felt that if he would move down there, his struggles as a poor man would be over.
Around Seville he uses the phrase 'Lifes a bitch' to let it be known, that bitch needs to be slapped back on track.
