You waited patiently ...
Its time for Part 2 of the saga from last May...
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I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf**king P-I-M-P ...
" Damn. " Drayton thought to himself, sittin in his '05 Honda Accord across from his house, listenin to the words of 50 blarin out of his speakers.
He felt damn good.
He really did.
After he witnessed his girl get slapped by another girl that wanted him a couple months back, he realized that he was a damn pimp. He still didnt get the full story from Robin, but he knew deep inside that these girls were fightin over him. He was just gonna sit back and enjoy the festivities. It wasnt always like that though ...
Drayton didnt exactly start comin up until recently. It took him a while to get to this point. He was different. Way different than he is now. The only people fightin over him was what teacher was going to give him the honor roll trophy. He sat alone in the first row on the bus. Went to bed at 11:00 every night. The only New Years party he attended yearly was on the channel MTV. Basically, he was a nerd in high school. He had the works. Coke bottle glasses. Braces. Acne. No coordination while walkin. Tight ass clothes. Round and tubby. You get my drift ...
*Ring*
A very sad case.
*Ring*
When he got into his early twenties, things changed. He started to work out to get the body right. Got some Proactiv for the bad acne. Braces were taken off to reveal straight ass teeth. Started wearin contacts. Got that pimp in his strut. Money was on point due to the degree that got him the good job he worked so hard to get.
Here was the end result:
He became THE MAN everyone wanted to know or fuck. He didnt lose his virginity up until recently but he wasnt about to tell anyone that.
*Ring*
Life was real good.
*Ring*
Dammit answer your phone niggah ....
" Yo? " Drayon asked, pickin up his celly from out of the cup holder.
" My eye still looks funny. " Robin screamed on the other end, " That fuckin bitch. I hate her. I truly fuckin hate her. Everytime I think about her, I wanna throw a bucket of ice water on her ass. "
" Damn baby. "
" What am I to do Dray Dray? "
" I 'uno. "
" What do you mean you dunno? "
" Huh? "
" Huh? Are you listenin to me? "
" What did you say? "
" What the fuck are you doing Drayton? "
" Nothin ma. Be easy. "
" Be easy my ass. Are you playin Playstation again? "
" Oooooooh shit. "
" What is wro... " That was the last word she muttered before Drayton's cell was closed.
" Yo, I was talkin to my girl. " Drayton said angrily, reachin for his phone, " How are you gonna close my shit like that? "
" I could hear her saddity bum ass. " Lanita replied, handin him back his phone and a napkin, " Plus, I wanted your full attention when you busted. "
" Why didnt you swallow the nut? "
" Swallow the what? " Lanita asked, givin him the sistah gurl " Oh no you did not! " look, " You aint my man ... yet. "
" Yet? " Drayton said with an evil grin, wipin up his little mess, " What are you tryna say? "
" You know what I'm tryna say. "
" What chu tryna say ma? "
" Shut the fuck up and kiss me fool. " Lanita replied, openin her legs and reclinin her seat all the way back.
Like I said earlier, Drayton is a certified P.I.M.P.
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Growin up, for some, was a challenge. Society isnt, and will never be, nice. When you dont fit in, you will learn that quick, fast, and in a hurry. If you arent walkin with the latest, then you sure arent the greatest. Being the generic brand of your favorite rapper or singer in highschool means you had alot of things going for you. Walkin through the halls with the latest bling. A hot outfit with sneakers to match. Cellphone or two way on the hip. (Back in my day, it was a pager and the choice of any color you wanted). If you were naturally good lookin, then you were open to gettin more play. It was like are we going to school to learn or walk down a runaway?
Love, and I use that term loosely, in highschool can be a constant guessin game. Popular folks usually had different people on their arm every other week. It was like musical pussy\dick for them. The folks that seemed to be in the perfect relationship usually didnt survive for to long due to the occasional rumor or plain ol cheatin. The undercover or " aint no shame " hoes made their rounds nicely. Sleepin with only the finest. They usually had more fun but had a reputation that hung over their head was a nightmare. Then, they were those, who had no one. Just crushes. They dreamed of being popular, the luxury of the long lastin relationship, and " off the hook " hooker type of sex all wrapped up into one.
I was a loner. High school, for me, was a waste of my time. I hated it. Wakin up everyday to deal with people that made fun of me. Not learnin a damn thing. It was horrible. I'm not tryna have an Xanga Pity Party but I had to be real. I would look around and see people being so alive, yet, I was dyin inside. I needed to break free. I ultimately dropped out and went straight into the workin world. Thats when the real tests began ...
After highschool, we go onto other endevours. Its time to face The Real World and let me be the first to tell you ... it sucks. Some, go to college and study to be something great. Others, would rather study the label of a Philly Blunt or the side of an Enfimal can. Four years. Many different paths after. Why do some of us go in the wrong direction? It got me thinkin about what happens after we graduate. We get the diploma and mentally advance but what next? When it comes to life ...
Are some of us meant to fail? | 
