Chapter 1: Pain
"I couldn't help but notice your pain."
"My pain?"
"It runs deep. Share it with me!"
~~~~
Krystina sat in her car gripping the steering wheel like she was still driving. She hadn't been to see Dom since before he was sent to Lompoc. It was a surprise visit; no one even knew she was coming. They were in love before they both got sent off, and she just got out. Krystina had no other place to go but the place that used to be her home.
~~~~
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five,
Cocked on these suckas, time to die,
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus,
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust,
But now I'm labelled as a troublemaker who can you blame?
Smoking' weed helped me take away the pain.
~~~~
'I don't know if I can do this. All those years in the Arizona Women's Correctional Facility, damn those crooked cops. Even when I was younger, all it was, was trouble. L.A. is the place that really fucked me up. But I can't blame it on Dom.' She thought, still gripping the wheel of her 2004 Lamborghini.
~~~~
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do
but be a thug
out slangin' with the homies
fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
got my mind on danger
never been a stranger to homicide
my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
~~~~
"I can't." She said aloud. She turned on her car and started to drive around L.A. She swerved a truck as she turned down a side street. 'What about Danielle, she has been with my mom since she was born 7 years ago. 2 days until I'm 23. Growing up in Compton, it'll be a miracle to see that.' She thought as she parked in a 10 minute space.
~~~~
Why do we die at an early age
he was so young
but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
mind full of sick thoughts
and I ain't goin back to court
so fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
there's so much pain.
~~~~
She thought of her daughter again, Dom's half brother who grew up in Compton with her and introduced them. He died when he was 19, Krys and Dom were only 17, it was a long year that year. Things went by so slowly with all the court dates and accusations.
~~~~
years and years of that rough life
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
and livin trifed on the regular
bokin out competitors
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin predator
get in trouble everyday in school
act a fool
and you know I had to break every rule
showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep
so I had to watch my back when it was time to step
grimeys with love for me
pop, pop, pop
and send a chuckle up above for me
~~~~
Krys, Dom, and Micah (Dom's half brother) basically went through high school together. They had their own gang, Krys being the only girl, they ruled L.A. County High School. Everything was perfect until the day Micah was shot by their rival gang, the Crips, during a drive by.
~~~~
Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry
broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke
And now the money's looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game
it's all the same
i kick it back yo
Give 'em slack yo
and now they label me the mack yo
people check it
get disrespected if you front the the birdman
you heard man
catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust
so if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fame
it's a deep game
and my mama always cryin'
yo there's so much pain
~~~~
Tears welled up in Krys's eyes just thinking about Micah and Dom, they always did. She knew she had to go see him despite all the pain.
~~~~
They got me mobbin like I'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
what can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
~~~~
Her whole life she ran with Dom and his crew until, he assaulted Linder, and she was put in jail for murder. 'Nothing ever changes,' She thought as she turned her car around and headed back to Dom's. 'Never does.'
~~~~
don't let 'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, with a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there's so much pain
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
~~~~
She parked, once again in the driveway of Dom and Mia's house. There were only three cars there, Dom's, Mia's and one Krys didn't recognize.
"I couldn't help but notice your pain."
"My pain?"
"It runs deep. Share it with me!"
~~~~
Krystina sat in her car gripping the steering wheel like she was still driving. She hadn't been to see Dom since before he was sent to Lompoc. It was a surprise visit; no one even knew she was coming. They were in love before they both got sent off, and she just got out. Krystina had no other place to go but the place that used to be her home.
~~~~
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five,
Cocked on these suckas, time to die,
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus,
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust,
But now I'm labelled as a troublemaker who can you blame?
Smoking' weed helped me take away the pain.
~~~~
'I don't know if I can do this. All those years in the Arizona Women's Correctional Facility, damn those crooked cops. Even when I was younger, all it was, was trouble. L.A. is the place that really fucked me up. But I can't blame it on Dom.' She thought, still gripping the wheel of her 2004 Lamborghini.
~~~~
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do
but be a thug
out slangin' with the homies
fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
got my mind on danger
never been a stranger to homicide
my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
~~~~
"I can't." She said aloud. She turned on her car and started to drive around L.A. She swerved a truck as she turned down a side street. 'What about Danielle, she has been with my mom since she was born 7 years ago. 2 days until I'm 23. Growing up in Compton, it'll be a miracle to see that.' She thought as she parked in a 10 minute space.
~~~~
Why do we die at an early age
he was so young
but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
mind full of sick thoughts
and I ain't goin back to court
so fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
there's so much pain.
~~~~
She thought of her daughter again, Dom's half brother who grew up in Compton with her and introduced them. He died when he was 19, Krys and Dom were only 17, it was a long year that year. Things went by so slowly with all the court dates and accusations.
~~~~
years and years of that rough life
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
and livin trifed on the regular
bokin out competitors
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin predator
get in trouble everyday in school
act a fool
and you know I had to break every rule
showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep
so I had to watch my back when it was time to step
grimeys with love for me
pop, pop, pop
and send a chuckle up above for me
~~~~
Krys, Dom, and Micah (Dom's half brother) basically went through high school together. They had their own gang, Krys being the only girl, they ruled L.A. County High School. Everything was perfect until the day Micah was shot by their rival gang, the Crips, during a drive by.
~~~~
Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry
broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke
And now the money's looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game
it's all the same
i kick it back yo
Give 'em slack yo
and now they label me the mack yo
people check it
get disrespected if you front the the birdman
you heard man
catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust
so if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fame
it's a deep game
and my mama always cryin'
yo there's so much pain
~~~~
Tears welled up in Krys's eyes just thinking about Micah and Dom, they always did. She knew she had to go see him despite all the pain.
~~~~
They got me mobbin like I'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
what can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
~~~~
Her whole life she ran with Dom and his crew until, he assaulted Linder, and she was put in jail for murder. 'Nothing ever changes,' She thought as she turned her car around and headed back to Dom's. 'Never does.'
~~~~
don't let 'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, with a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there's so much pain
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
~~~~
She parked, once again in the driveway of Dom and Mia's house. There were only three cars there, Dom's, Mia's and one Krys didn't recognize.