In the heart of the ghetto, Young Jazz navigates a world of hood niggas that slang and rob. Driven by the fast money, material shit and nice rides and the need to survive and provide Jazz took to the streets. The streets are harsh, and trust is a rare commodity.
Jazz found herself entangled with a man named Black, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn in his drug empire. She sold drugs for him, believing it was the only to keep herself and her baby girl afloat. Black manipulation and control over were suffocating , but jazz was young and very naive and then loyalty she had in kept her around as well as the love she thought she had for him.
One night everything changed , Black left jazz on the block because he was off that coke something jazz never knew he was in. He had never done drugs around her. Jazz was so upset thinking about all them days and nights she hit the block to keep his paper afloat all awhile leave her daughter with her dad or her mom. Jazz saw P a crack head on the block and yelled yoo come here P said what's up shay that's what's they called her she refused to give any one her goverment name. Jazz said aye p I got three bags you know where black went or be p looked at jazz and said yeah you want me to drive you around jazz said fuck yeah that nigga just left me here.
Remind y'all I Jazz just took the money she mad for the day to the car which really pissed her off. She hopped in p car mad asf. P said shay he be up in the 30s over south. Jazz said head that was and gave him one back y'all know these mfs crackheads be trying it hard in minnesota she wasn't that damn naive. P pulled up on 37 and chicago and Jazz couldn't believe her mfing eyes this bitch ass nigga sitting parked with his daughter mom in the car eating ice cream she knew the money she worked for bought. She got out the car before the mf stopped and walked up to the car trying to snatch her ugly ass out and the door was locked the bitch jumped so hard and said omg Jazz said nigga is you for real Black was stuck for a moment then cut the car on nd was trying to pull off not giving af about the tear\
dropping from Jazz face jazz tried breaking the mfing window and black finally pulled off.
Jazz ran to P car and said nigga drive follow that mf and p pulled off in traffic they was swerving and damn near ran in to somebody else shit a couple bends around the coners and they lost him and that bitch Jazz was hot she couldn't believe this shit its like she put her all into something or someone and they always let her down and she felt sick to her stomach being a mf of her word she gave p the other to bags and said drop me off on lake. Driving back to lake jazz sat with thought in her mind what she was gone do how she was gone get back on to make her own bread and not even fuck with that clown ass nigga no more.
Jazz got back to lake street and it was like god heard her prayers she ran into black home boy. Kareme He wasa Monet getting nigga wasn't nothing or no one fucking with his bag. He seen me and called me over and asked me what was wrong I explained the situation to him and kareme took one look at me and said I see how he be doing you I want speak on it cause thats my partna but I know you be out here getting money so I'll throw you a ball that a put you on and just give me 150 and cop from me here on that jazz couldn't beat that he also told her he he had a trap she can go to cause he knew they was in hotels and shit. Jazz looked at him and said K you for real he like yeah Jazz you get money I seen it with my own to eyes I cant leave you here stuck like that. From that point on K and Jazz was getting money.
One night, Jazz was on the block and everything changed. Jazz over heard one of the crack heads say yeah black looking for her he at her head he said he bout to murk shorty. Jazz turned and said nigga what the fuck you say. The crackhead ass nigga gone say I ain't say nuttin Jazz was bout to slap fire out of his ass until she heard K behind her. Jazz said what up K And he smiled he said shorty what you bout to do she fuck his dope fiend ass up. K cracked the fuck up and then got serious he said Jazz I fuck with you and it only right I tell you black been telling mfs he bout to do you like that. Jazz head was going with thoughts not scared ones but angryones she said that nigga left me high and dry with nothing he left me fucked up and because I'm not fucking with him he want to take my life get the fuck out of here K then k said jazz I'm dead ass the nigga be around here watching talking bout how you getting his money which I know is a lie I tried talking to that nigga to show him reason he wasn't making sense. That nigga don't got it all love you be careful he said and with that walked off.
Jazz was on edge that day and night. she was thinking I cant let this hoe ass nigga take my life jazz took her phone out and called him he picked up on the first ring yoo jazz said nigga what you want me I don't owe you shit remember what you did nigga left me with shit. Black said I love you and you my bitch and you getting my money these my blocks jazz said nigga you sound stupid asf black then said I see you out there with that nigga jazz said what nigga mf you crazy and hung up. Jazz couldn't believe this hoe ass nigga and she texted K and told him what that nigga said K said jazz meet me at the spot in about a hour it was already dark and Jazz was tired she said aight I'll be there Jazz never knew that this was gone be her and K Last conversation. She never knew that black was talking about the nigga I was with was his friend. K was only trying to provide for his baby mom and son trying to make sure his family was straight his girl was in school trying to get her degreeand he always put her first and his son.
Jazz just sold her last bag on lake and was calling K and he wasn't picking up his phone something in her gut was telling her something was wrong. She called him damne near 20 times in 10 mins and he wasn't answering so Jazz got on the 5 going to the north side thinking maybe his phone died not knowing that K was gone Jazz was on the bus mind racing still trying to call K she texted him like damn nigga get out the pussy meet me there I'm on my way she still didn't get no reply. Jazz was heart felt empty she didn't know why but she took a liking to K he was a real nigga he looked out for her and kept it real with her at all times Jazz remember being on the block and had to swallow 4 pills cause the undos ran up on her soon as they released her cause they didnt have shit on her she called K he came quick then a mf and showed her how to get the shit out of her he even stayed with her all night to make sure she was good and he was genuine kind and always had this soft side when it came to her. Jazz was so much in her thoughts she almost missed her stop. Jazz stood up and pulled the string on Lowry and emerson. Jazz got off the bus and felt chills up her spine walking to the trap house. Jazz was hoping K was there but once she hit the block she knew something was off she ran into her old friend from school its crazy cause everybody called her miss black. I saidgirl what you doing over here. She said you didnt hear i said hear what, She said I'm sorry friend but Black kiilled K. I said what the fuck you she was about to say it again I said you motherfucking lien she said no I'm not friend I ran into the trap and went to steve I said where she said where K at Steve said he gone Jazz. She broke down crying and kept saying why she felt lost broken and hurt she couldn't understand how a men can cross his boy and for what K always said that's my partna so its only so much I can say and do jazz we can talk money but im not gone discuss my nigga with you. How in a fit of rage can you kill your own friend. he was only trying to get money and make sure his family was straight something jazz respected deeply. That brutal act made jazz think about her future and opened her eyes up to the true nature of the life she was living.
Determined to change her path, Jazz started to distance herself from the streets. It was during this tumultuous time she called on her daughter father. At time he was kind, caring, supportive and also full of dreams. They connection was immediate and jazz found solace inn his presence soon she discovered he was messing around with this chick she use to date. It broke jazz heart and from then on it became different for the to. They bond and the connection was no more it was just disrespect and jazz couldn't tolerate no more drama from anybody espescially after everything that just happened. a few days passed and jazz got a phone call from her mom telling her that thepolice was still looking for black and they had just went to a few of our family members house looking for me thinking i had something to do with this nigga actions she read me the number they left for her. Jazz mind was every where she felt like she could not catch a break k gone her daughter dad fucking her ex an now this. Jazz finally pulled out her phone and called the homicide detective that was on her ass. Jazz said I heard you looking for me but idk why the detective said we looking for black is he with you I said nah we don't fuck around he then said well I need you to come down so we talk. Jazz said talk about what he said you know exactly what Jazz stood there stuck.
If y'all like this story let me know and I'll fininsh telling y'all what happened after that phone call. Thank you
Jazz found herself entangled with a man named Black, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn in his drug empire. She sold drugs for him, believing it was the only to keep herself and her baby girl afloat. Black manipulation and control over were suffocating , but jazz was young and very naive and then loyalty she had in kept her around as well as the love she thought she had for him.
One night everything changed , Black left jazz on the block because he was off that coke something jazz never knew he was in. He had never done drugs around her. Jazz was so upset thinking about all them days and nights she hit the block to keep his paper afloat all awhile leave her daughter with her dad or her mom. Jazz saw P a crack head on the block and yelled yoo come here P said what's up shay that's what's they called her she refused to give any one her goverment name. Jazz said aye p I got three bags you know where black went or be p looked at jazz and said yeah you want me to drive you around jazz said fuck yeah that nigga just left me here.
Remind y'all I Jazz just took the money she mad for the day to the car which really pissed her off. She hopped in p car mad asf. P said shay he be up in the 30s over south. Jazz said head that was and gave him one back y'all know these mfs crackheads be trying it hard in minnesota she wasn't that damn naive. P pulled up on 37 and chicago and Jazz couldn't believe her mfing eyes this bitch ass nigga sitting parked with his daughter mom in the car eating ice cream she knew the money she worked for bought. She got out the car before the mf stopped and walked up to the car trying to snatch her ugly ass out and the door was locked the bitch jumped so hard and said omg Jazz said nigga is you for real Black was stuck for a moment then cut the car on nd was trying to pull off not giving af about the tear\
dropping from Jazz face jazz tried breaking the mfing window and black finally pulled off.
Jazz ran to P car and said nigga drive follow that mf and p pulled off in traffic they was swerving and damn near ran in to somebody else shit a couple bends around the coners and they lost him and that bitch Jazz was hot she couldn't believe this shit its like she put her all into something or someone and they always let her down and she felt sick to her stomach being a mf of her word she gave p the other to bags and said drop me off on lake. Driving back to lake jazz sat with thought in her mind what she was gone do how she was gone get back on to make her own bread and not even fuck with that clown ass nigga no more.
Jazz got back to lake street and it was like god heard her prayers she ran into black home boy. Kareme He wasa Monet getting nigga wasn't nothing or no one fucking with his bag. He seen me and called me over and asked me what was wrong I explained the situation to him and kareme took one look at me and said I see how he be doing you I want speak on it cause thats my partna but I know you be out here getting money so I'll throw you a ball that a put you on and just give me 150 and cop from me here on that jazz couldn't beat that he also told her he he had a trap she can go to cause he knew they was in hotels and shit. Jazz looked at him and said K you for real he like yeah Jazz you get money I seen it with my own to eyes I cant leave you here stuck like that. From that point on K and Jazz was getting money.
One night, Jazz was on the block and everything changed. Jazz over heard one of the crack heads say yeah black looking for her he at her head he said he bout to murk shorty. Jazz turned and said nigga what the fuck you say. The crackhead ass nigga gone say I ain't say nuttin Jazz was bout to slap fire out of his ass until she heard K behind her. Jazz said what up K And he smiled he said shorty what you bout to do she fuck his dope fiend ass up. K cracked the fuck up and then got serious he said Jazz I fuck with you and it only right I tell you black been telling mfs he bout to do you like that. Jazz head was going with thoughts not scared ones but angryones she said that nigga left me high and dry with nothing he left me fucked up and because I'm not fucking with him he want to take my life get the fuck out of here K then k said jazz I'm dead ass the nigga be around here watching talking bout how you getting his money which I know is a lie I tried talking to that nigga to show him reason he wasn't making sense. That nigga don't got it all love you be careful he said and with that walked off.
Jazz was on edge that day and night. she was thinking I cant let this hoe ass nigga take my life jazz took her phone out and called him he picked up on the first ring yoo jazz said nigga what you want me I don't owe you shit remember what you did nigga left me with shit. Black said I love you and you my bitch and you getting my money these my blocks jazz said nigga you sound stupid asf black then said I see you out there with that nigga jazz said what nigga mf you crazy and hung up. Jazz couldn't believe this hoe ass nigga and she texted K and told him what that nigga said K said jazz meet me at the spot in about a hour it was already dark and Jazz was tired she said aight I'll be there Jazz never knew that this was gone be her and K Last conversation. She never knew that black was talking about the nigga I was with was his friend. K was only trying to provide for his baby mom and son trying to make sure his family was straight his girl was in school trying to get her degreeand he always put her first and his son.
Jazz just sold her last bag on lake and was calling K and he wasn't picking up his phone something in her gut was telling her something was wrong. She called him damne near 20 times in 10 mins and he wasn't answering so Jazz got on the 5 going to the north side thinking maybe his phone died not knowing that K was gone Jazz was on the bus mind racing still trying to call K she texted him like damn nigga get out the pussy meet me there I'm on my way she still didn't get no reply. Jazz was heart felt empty she didn't know why but she took a liking to K he was a real nigga he looked out for her and kept it real with her at all times Jazz remember being on the block and had to swallow 4 pills cause the undos ran up on her soon as they released her cause they didnt have shit on her she called K he came quick then a mf and showed her how to get the shit out of her he even stayed with her all night to make sure she was good and he was genuine kind and always had this soft side when it came to her. Jazz was so much in her thoughts she almost missed her stop. Jazz stood up and pulled the string on Lowry and emerson. Jazz got off the bus and felt chills up her spine walking to the trap house. Jazz was hoping K was there but once she hit the block she knew something was off she ran into her old friend from school its crazy cause everybody called her miss black. I saidgirl what you doing over here. She said you didnt hear i said hear what, She said I'm sorry friend but Black kiilled K. I said what the fuck you she was about to say it again I said you motherfucking lien she said no I'm not friend I ran into the trap and went to steve I said where she said where K at Steve said he gone Jazz. She broke down crying and kept saying why she felt lost broken and hurt she couldn't understand how a men can cross his boy and for what K always said that's my partna so its only so much I can say and do jazz we can talk money but im not gone discuss my nigga with you. How in a fit of rage can you kill your own friend. he was only trying to get money and make sure his family was straight something jazz respected deeply. That brutal act made jazz think about her future and opened her eyes up to the true nature of the life she was living.
Determined to change her path, Jazz started to distance herself from the streets. It was during this tumultuous time she called on her daughter father. At time he was kind, caring, supportive and also full of dreams. They connection was immediate and jazz found solace inn his presence soon she discovered he was messing around with this chick she use to date. It broke jazz heart and from then on it became different for the to. They bond and the connection was no more it was just disrespect and jazz couldn't tolerate no more drama from anybody espescially after everything that just happened. a few days passed and jazz got a phone call from her mom telling her that thepolice was still looking for black and they had just went to a few of our family members house looking for me thinking i had something to do with this nigga actions she read me the number they left for her. Jazz mind was every where she felt like she could not catch a break k gone her daughter dad fucking her ex an now this. Jazz finally pulled out her phone and called the homicide detective that was on her ass. Jazz said I heard you looking for me but idk why the detective said we looking for black is he with you I said nah we don't fuck around he then said well I need you to come down so we talk. Jazz said talk about what he said you know exactly what Jazz stood there stuck.
If y'all like this story let me know and I'll fininsh telling y'all what happened after that phone call. Thank you
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