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When he died, it hurt me to my soul. He was the only person in this world I ever trusted. I loved him like a brother and vice versa. He was shot six times because a nigga that was supposedly was suppose to be his friend, got mad because Cordell started cutting his checks short because the nigga wasn't working his corner like he was supposed to. So he got mad and shot Cordell six times.
It still hurts me to my heart from when my niggas told me he was gunned down. It's like that day has been playing over and over in my head for the past 5 months. I still haven't found the nigga that shot Cordell. It's like this nigga fell of the face of the Earth. But all I know is, when I see that nigga, I'm definitely putting a bullet in his dome. Or maybe I should plan him a slow and painful death.
To be honest, I'm just out here trying to figure all this shit out. I'm trying to be a man that never had a man to show me how to be a man. I gotta be better and I gotta do better. I gotta be a better me for me and and I gotta do it for Cordell.
But what happened to Cordell made me realize something. It made me realize that none of this shit is promised.
Nadia
My life isn't as good as I always dreamed it would be. I lived in a orphanage from the age of 9 until I was 18. They helped me find a steady job when I turned 17 but I also had a side hustle. These niggas think that just because I'm a girl that I'm too soft and I'm too pretty to be out here doing what I do.
But I be like fuck that. They don't know my story so of course they wouldn't understand none of the shit I been through. When you watch your parents being murdered infront of you and you are forced to watch is like having a frightening ass nightmare but the only difference is that it's real.
The men who killed them were going to kill me too but if it wasn't for my uncle busting in the house and distracting them, I'm positive that I wouldn't be standing here today. He distracted them so that I could untie myself and run away and that's exactly what I did. I ran, ran, and ran.
That day has been playing in my head for pass 11 years now. I just can't ever forget the looks on my parents face right before those cruel men took their life. They took my parents way from me. They took the two most important people in my life away from me.
Ever since I've been out on my own, I've been looking for the two men who killed my parents. So far I haven't found anything but names and traces of them in other cities. Ghost and Tommy are their names. I've found traces of them in California and New York. But I'm just waiting on my right moment to make my move.
These streets turned me into the cold hearted savage that I am today. The men that killed my parents played a part in it also. But justice will be served for my parents. You can believe that.
My mom and dad told me something that I was always remember. They said, "None of this shit is promised. Your life ain't promised either so cherish every moment of every day."
Excuse Any Mistakes!!! So what do you guys think so far?
