The Streets Or Me: A Louisiana Love Story by Nicole Dior

it she kicked me out the crib which made me fall deeper into the life.
     
    A year after Lucas was born, I met Miracle and we started fucking around. She was pretty much like Khy is with Legacy, down for a nigga 51/50. I couldn't even tell you how many robberies me and shawty hit together, how many bodies we caught together, or how much weight we moved together. I wish I could turn back time and never join the game.
     
    "So you tryna get out now?" He asked knockin' me from my thoughts.
     
    "Yea I am. I mean this ain't the life for me no more, it honestly never was. I wanna get out and do something legit, like get in college and get a degree or something like that. I just don't know how," I sighed.
     
    "I was the same way before I got shot up, when I was laid up in that coma it gave me time to look back on my life and I realized that my life, freedom, and family was more important than the streets. I made a promise to God that if he spared me that I would give my life over to him and accept him as my Savior. When I opened my eyes after six long months and saw Zoel and my kids surrounding me, seeing them cry and thank God that I made it through made know it was time to get right and leave them streets alone. I mean don't get it twisted I keep my street mentality, but I choose to let God handle my battles while I lead his flock. If you really serious about leaving this life behind then be at service Sunday, testify before God and the congregation, and leave your past life at the altar in order to accept a new way of life. Can you do that?" he asked.
     
    "Yea I can, but I want mama, Lucy, Kendrick, and Jasyira here too," I said.
     
    "I can arrange that; we can make it a surprise for them. Invite Courtnei and Lucas too, the biggest step is showing your son that you wanna change for him," he said as I nodded.

    I got much respect for my uncle because he ain't one of these fake ass preachers outchea in Monroe or the surrounding areas that try to con the members outta money to put in his pocket. He actually helps members and give back to our community, he owns his own car dealership, got his own rental properties, and his wife got three clothing stores that she run with a hair salon. He opened all they businesses and built this church from the ground up with the money he had stashed away; I mean yea it was drug money but he did something positive with it. If anybody can help me out this life, I know it's him and I'ma be at service bright and early Sunday morning to leave my old life at the altar.

CHAPTER 10: HERE WE GO…AGAIN!
     

Legacy
     
    "Legacy are you gon' be real wit' me or nah?" she asked.
     
    "Man Khy what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout now. Swear yo' ass on my nerve wit' this bitch ass naggin' you been doin' lately," I said.
     
    On me, her ass on a nigga’S nerve wit' this whinin' and naggin' she does, like bruh just shut the fuck up, damn. Ever since she started school and gettin' farther in the pregnancy, she been on this insecure shit accusin' a nigga of cheatin' and shit.
     
    “I wouldn't fuckin' nag yo ass if you just be real wit' me. We back at square one again wit' these nasty hoes at my face over yo' ass like nigga what the fuck!" She yelled.
     
    "What bitches Khy? Nigga 'round here tryna run a fuckin' drug trade and stay on my toes so I don't get popped you really think I'm fuckin' bitches! Already feel like I’m fightin' the world, last thing a nigga wanna do is come to the crib for round two wit' his girl!" I replied.
     
    "We wouldn't have to go to war if you just keep ya dick in ya pants and-"
     
    "My shit stay in my pants unless I’m takin' a piss or fuckin' you which ain't happened since you tol' a nigga you was pregnant and shit. I'm bein' faithful to yo ass, any other nigga would've been stepped out on yo stupid, stubborn, selfish ass but I ain't and I don't plan to. You just bitchin' for nothin' bruh, I swear," I said.
     
    "If yo ass so faithful, why the fuck bitches call and text ya phone