Welcome To The Real World Part 1

I dont know if i would call this a poem. Im more here to just write an let people see a story maybe it will help somebody. Who knows. I just hope people enjoy what they have read. This is true story of a true struggle. If you really think it should be more please comment an tell me. But here goes shit. I know this guy maybe one of the most confused ppl i know. A great heart great mind just confused of what to do with it. Stuck between doing the right thing as ppl see it or doing the right thing as ppl would want. Meaning ppl want you to work have a good job make good money or have good hours. Get a 401k retirement benifits all that good shit. He did that for awhile a good while yeah it was nice an all but it wasnt getting him what he wanted on a daily basis. Youll want to buy something for yourself or someone but you got to make sure you have enough to last. Well at somepoint his mind set changed idk what it exactly was that did it. Maybe it was ppl playing him for a fool so young but a young body sometimes comes with a older mindset. Things changed for him he got older understood things started out smarting ppl who were always out smarting him. He worked an worked went to school got a education. Nothing up to this point was for his enjoyment all because his family wanted him to its all he knew can you blame him. One day a friend of his he smoked with all the time asked him a simple question "are you happy with what your doing"? He answered idk..."idk what it is to be happy". Dont get it twisted he had it all for as young as he was the girls, the popularity whatever he wated honestly. But that one friend told him ill show you happiness kid. Few days go by he picks him shows in his car.  He always wondered how he had such nice things for a person who doesnt work an has childern this nigga should be broke foreal. He stayed with his older friend for awhile. He basically used him as a drug mule. Run an go sell this weed for me down the street take this dope take this coke whatever his older friend asked he did because he also was making a small profit out of it. One night out on his own wit some friends he went to meet up with one of his clients. In the alleyway they were waiting for the guy to show up a group suddenly rushed the corner an a brawl broke out eventually a gun shot went off an most ran off.At the end of all this he found his self with blood running down his side someone ended up stabbing him. He was rushed to his older friend an not the hospital. He ended up burning a needle an stiching the wound up with fishing line. This kid also had a friend someone he called his bestfriend they were born a day apart they were next door neighbors played on the same teams everything you would think they were real brothers. Funny they kinda looked alike. His name is Tec. A month after the kid was stabbed his friend tec told him about a dream he had about him getting shot an stabbed the kidplayed it off as if it was nothing laughed in his face.Tec laughed along but was still very uneasy. Within a two weeks a junkie stabs him in the knee an a week ltr he was shot in a shootout in the arm. Tec an the kid didnt talk for a month the kid really thought that his bestfriend was setting him up. These niggas an these streets were really getting to his head. He headed to Tecs house sees him outside grabs him an says "Wtf is wrong wit you if you want me dead be an man an do it yourself" Tec explains he doesnt know whats going on but he saw this coming because he knows the kid so well. Eventually the kid calms downs an begs for Tecs forgiveness. They get back to their old routine. Tec tells him in time a funny story another one of his wild dreams. He said if was to ever get killed in the streets one day to never do anything about dont get revenge nothing at all because it will be the last thing you do. The kid says "your fucking crazy if anything were to happen to you im killing everybody bro stop playing" Once again the kid never listens to stubborn of a person. May 21st is a day id mark that changed him forever. He gets a call that tells "him come to the block its urgent".  When he gets there its cop cars everywhere people crying ambulances around the whole nine. He walks thru everyonejust like its another murder on the block. He sees his friend that called him turns around to see the body of his bestfriend being lifted in the back of the ambulance. Tec was killed shot one time in the back of the head with his hands tied behind his back. He knew instantly he was dead all of the blood his body lifelessly moving. It was show much pain the kid didnt even cry he just stood there looking into the scene. He turned an just walked off i never saw so muchnothing in someones face no feelings no anything he didnt speak to anyone. But he was on a mission when he was walking off. He headed to to Tecs house where he knew his mother was which was just like his mother after 14 yrs. He walked in an Tecs mother just opened her arms he fell into them helplessly he cried an cried screaming at the stop of his lungs asking why. The kid goes to Tecs room an just sat at the bottom of the bed crying wishing he was there blaming his self for what happen. A week went by maybe 6 days no one heard from the kid. The first call the kid makes is to his older friend yall remeber him. First thing the kid wants to do is find out who did this to his nigga. He tells the kid come to his house he has something for him. He ended up giving him a glock 40 tells him get in the car wherever he wanted to go he would take him. Months go by no answer case not solved the block aint talking but bodies is dropping left an right. (for those of yall who understand that) The kid wasnt really a kid anymore he even showed up to one of his whiteboys house covered in blood an acted as if he wasclean as a whistle. Coke became his drug of choice short after Tecs death going to school playing sports but little did he know it was truly making him lose hisself a new person was being born in him a new mind was becoming it was like the kid went from 16 to 25 the way he carried hisself. At somepoint he learned he justmust move on without him. But the streets saw more in him a true thug a true killer type look an actions by the kid. People approched him asking to join a gang the bloods bounty hunters to be exact. Easy for him the way his life was going all these drugs all this money what more did he need......a family thats what the bloods brought him family, brothers, money and power he already had the respect. Shortly after he was blessedin just like his brother Tec. To Be Continued......