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"Ard bet that shit up," I dapped up my brother before turning on my heels and making my way on home.

"Be safe, I love you!" I heard Brandon call out, making me yell back a simple, "love you too big bruh."

Sticking my airpods in my ears, Grimace by Jackboy blared through my speakers making me rap along to the lyrics.

"Money grow on trees, bitch I'm rooted up, they hating lowkey so I'm tooiled up. On Mercy drive, posted in the cut. Trynna fuck this bitch I met inside of Lux."

I continued to mumble the lyrics as I thought back on what both my uncle and pops said.

I actually listened to what my unc said, he was right. This gangbanging shit really ain't the life I wanted to live. I had a passion for ball — drawing too.

I wasn't no shooter — and selling dime bags of weed didnt make me no dealer. I was just a young nigga who grew up in a world without much guidance, definitely blame my dad for that but ain't shit I could do about it.

I could barely remember aunt AJ, but I knew she was important to both my dad and my uncle so whatever they did to avenge her death, I couldn't be mad about.

The world don't revolve around me, but I wished I had that guidance I so desperately needed growing up.

Sure I had Brandon, and Jakari but .. it's different when its coming from your pops. The one man who supposed to be there er step of the way.

Although, I was 15 I still had dreams. Dreams bigger than selling drugs and shooting people.

I really wanted to invest in my own tattoo shop, I been drawing for as long as I could remember.

Brandon told me I was talented and that my work speaks for itself.

I knew one thing though, I ain't wanna work no 9-5. I wanted to be my own boss, set my own rules and do what I wanted when I wanted.

It's something about a white man trynna tell me what to do that don't sit right wimmie.

Shit, any authority figure really. I'm a hardheaded ass lul nigga, but I also know right from wrong.

As I bounded down the streets with my hands tucked in my hoodie pockets — I rounded the corner to Sal's corner store.

"You no steal!" He yelled as I soon as I walked in.

Ignoring him, I shook my head and went straight to the back to grab sum munchies.

I was higher than giraffe nuts.