Written by your truly, Enjoy!
I mean who the fuck names their kid Stormi?! What did they expect?? Stormi Motha’Lovin Ortiz..
Tough act to follow I am, always have been. But fuck all that.. it’s raining again; so you know what that means. Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems. I learned game early, shit by 16 I could sell salt to slug, raid to a bug and so and on and so forth.. But here we go..
“Miss Ortiz, do you care to share with the class?”
You know imma open book Mrs. Thomas wassup? What you wanna know?
“Tell us whats so important that you keep checking your phone risking it getting confiscated. It must be good, it usually is”
Confiscated? Ha! she knew that wasn't bout to happen but imma let her rock. I like Mrs. Thomas we from the same hood so she understood the plight of growing up in poverty.
“Let me ask you this Mrs. Thomas..’
Yes Stormi..She replied in a sarcastic tone.
“Do You Like Bone Thugz And Harmony?”
Yes Stormi, but how is that relevant?
“Its always relevant with me Mrs.Thomas “
Mrs. Thomas turns her direction to the date on the chalkboard behind her, then sighed.
“Turn it Off Stormi, or ill have to take it”
It’s May 1st she lucky I even showed up to class on some real shit.
“You know it’s all love Mrs.T but this not even gonna work today”
I left, straight up. Its second period and I already missed 2 of my best licks and my phone was JUMPIN! What 17 year old female you knew in the hood lived on her own with bank bank.. and without welfare and all that bullshit? And in case you're trying to calculate those statistics let me assist you.. its slim to NONE!
But you see me, Stormi? I’m different. Me and my bestfriend Bianca got a place out in the Bush post gentrification and shit.
It’s still the hood to me tho, my hood-- never mind the newbies, they good for business.. and ME, I like good business and I love money! I don’t give a fuck how it come as long as it comes in my pocket.
Bianca must have smelled the money coming, because she met me at the door before I cold even pull my keys out. We might have been young but the way we played the game you would have sworn we lived this life before.. and we did.
You See me and B go way back, like diapers and snotty nose type shit. B was not only my bestfriend she was my half sister.. Our Pops was one of the biggest pimps and drug dealers back in the 80’s and 90’s.. and you guessed it both our moms were hoes, his hoes.
Fast Forward 17 years Pops went from selling drugs and pussy to doing drugs and pussy and eventually dead.
Yup Divine Cash-Money Ortiz dead. Bitches get tired too and so my mom shot him point blank & dipped back to Panama next day.
& nah, I haven't heard from the hoe since.
Tragedy some might call it, having the parents we did. But not me and B tho that shit was a blessing in disguise. The dandelions people called weeds we knew was medicine. Strong medicine, but the most effective by far. Growing up how we did took the rose filter off our lenses young so what might take people 30 years to figure out and utilize we learned before we hit puberty. Fuck love because it compromised therefore a liability to you. Loyalty is everything it cannot be bought nor swayed and discipline.. man look no discipline no money and money is energy so don't fuck with mine.
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