Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan! Jordan! Trap house jumpin' like Jordan.
I was in the center of the circle dancing with my best friend, Khalil.
Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade.
Work Jordan! Go Khalil. Work work don't stop!!
The whole party was turned up.
"Alright ,alright ,alright . Jordan bring yo black ass to the stage" I heard my uncle TJ say into the microphone.
I ran up onto the stage and hugged my uncle.
"Now, you're 16, right?" He said.
That nigga know how old I am.
"Yea Yea"
"Sit yo Drake ass down. Now, let me tell y'all a story " he said.
What the hell?
"Now when you and your dad first met the first thing you did was smile. "
My dad. I would give anything to meet my dad. But that's not possible.
"I'm talking bout a big cheesy ass Kool-Aid smile, Im talking that Asian dude that be on the facebook memes. "
Ha-ha he got jokes.
"But, anyway he told me to give you something when you became of this age, and I need everybody to step outside. "
It's about to go down.
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Last Kings: Jordan's Story
Teen FictionYou'll have to read to find out what happens to Jordan and how his father's actions from 16 years ago still affect him.
