Prologue: Some How Some Way
*** Ten years before Rome & Krys met***
Krystina Jackson was at her best friends' house sitting on his porch in Compton beside him. They were both sitting in plastic lawn chairs watching old ghetto cars drive by. She and Micah both had their feet up on the railing of the porch and each had a cigarette in their left hands'.
"God I hate this place." Krystina groaned flicking a bug off her arm.
"Come on Shawtie, you know that deep down you never want to leave good ol' Compton. Where else can you get drive by's every three hours and Captain Crunch for dinner?" Micah smiled before bringing his cigarette to his mouth.
"Back in Miami." She smiled, he just looked at her. He knew that she loved Miami; he had taken her during the summer of his sophomore year and her freshman year. Now a year later, she was 15 and Micah was 16, and they were going back in two weeks.
"You loved that place didn't you? All those racer boys, crazy ass mechanics." He smiled breathing out smoke.
"At least we were out of the hood." Krys sighed, blowing out smoke.
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Please believe that Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some way we gotta make it up out this life
Weather we dribble out this motherfucker
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker
I don't always want to be this drug dealing
Motherfucker damn
Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride
Through the sky I
Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we
All poor getting high I
seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing
I received I'm from the dirt
I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park
Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and
Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through
And touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn
~~~~
"Krys, you're talented and you've probably got a future that doesn't have to do with the hood. Especially this one." Micah brought the cig to his lips again and took a long drag.
"Thanks for the inspiration Micah." She rolled her eyes and watched him blow out smoke.
"You know what." He asked, she looked at him with a 'what' look on her face. "When we get back from Miami in a couple weeks you should meet my baby brother."
"What makes you think I want to?" She was being sarcastic and he could tell.
"Because you are you and you'll want to."
"Why's that?"
"Because." He smiled.
***Back in the present***
Danielle, and her mom, had decided that Danielle should stay with her grandmother who would give her a more normal childhood. One that wasn't involved with street racing and without a stable home. Krys smiled and stretched her arms, she was leaning over on Rome who was beside Mia and Brian. "Know what I remember?" Krys said, not really talking to anyone in general.
"What?" Rome asked moving a little in the seat of the plane.
"Sitting with Micah back in Compton hoping that maybe one day we'll get out the hood for good." She said drumming her fingers on Rome's leg.
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Some how some way
I gotta make it up out the hood someday
Some how some way
I gotta make it up out this life
Some way I gotta make it up out this hood someday
Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up
Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't
I lean up ain't the L or the refer that steam up
It's my head stress to the point I get a fever
Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids
That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em
For the rest of their life fucking wings fried
Vegetable rice(gotta be kidding)
No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night
Our kids eating lunch at night
In their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four(you know how it go)
Two by the foot two by the headboard
Man I'm getting scared for them (Yeah I know)
Thats how I feel for them
And we gotta grip the shorties on the block
All they do is smoke weed and drink forties
Cop their quarties
Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock, and old Jordies
~~~~
"You are so ghetto." Brian leaned forward.
"Um, thank you?" Krys looked confused.
"Bri don't say Ghetto." Rome have him a look that said, 'stop trying to be black.'
"No seriously Krys, you are the only person I know that used to sit on the porch, probably smoking, hoping to get out of the ghetto." Brian smiled.
"Thanks friend." Krys rolled her eyes.
~~~~
Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed
Another chapter based on how I get that game
Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street
Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side sunny side
Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul
Nigga all got guns
Over here we got this poor get that there
We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there
Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps
Working inside a slump house starving to death
Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and
Zippers agents snapping your picture neighbors
Plotting to get ya
Situations is critic I was out here to get it
Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it
And holding back all the mothers for a minute
Pumping hard dog
Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog
Love being willied and your creek gonna rise
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise
Some how some way
Some how some way
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way we gotta make it up out this life
~~~~~~~~
A/N: This is the Prologue for '03 Bonnie & Clyde, which is the sequel to this story. I've got some pretty interesting ideas so b sure 2 check it out when it's up within the next week. HOLLA ** Charli**
*** Ten years before Rome & Krys met***
Krystina Jackson was at her best friends' house sitting on his porch in Compton beside him. They were both sitting in plastic lawn chairs watching old ghetto cars drive by. She and Micah both had their feet up on the railing of the porch and each had a cigarette in their left hands'.
"God I hate this place." Krystina groaned flicking a bug off her arm.
"Come on Shawtie, you know that deep down you never want to leave good ol' Compton. Where else can you get drive by's every three hours and Captain Crunch for dinner?" Micah smiled before bringing his cigarette to his mouth.
"Back in Miami." She smiled, he just looked at her. He knew that she loved Miami; he had taken her during the summer of his sophomore year and her freshman year. Now a year later, she was 15 and Micah was 16, and they were going back in two weeks.
"You loved that place didn't you? All those racer boys, crazy ass mechanics." He smiled breathing out smoke.
"At least we were out of the hood." Krys sighed, blowing out smoke.
~~~~
Please believe that Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some way we gotta make it up out this life
Weather we dribble out this motherfucker
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker
I don't always want to be this drug dealing
Motherfucker damn
Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride
Through the sky I
Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we
All poor getting high I
seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing
I received I'm from the dirt
I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park
Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and
Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through
And touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn
~~~~
"Krys, you're talented and you've probably got a future that doesn't have to do with the hood. Especially this one." Micah brought the cig to his lips again and took a long drag.
"Thanks for the inspiration Micah." She rolled her eyes and watched him blow out smoke.
"You know what." He asked, she looked at him with a 'what' look on her face. "When we get back from Miami in a couple weeks you should meet my baby brother."
"What makes you think I want to?" She was being sarcastic and he could tell.
"Because you are you and you'll want to."
"Why's that?"
"Because." He smiled.
***Back in the present***
Danielle, and her mom, had decided that Danielle should stay with her grandmother who would give her a more normal childhood. One that wasn't involved with street racing and without a stable home. Krys smiled and stretched her arms, she was leaning over on Rome who was beside Mia and Brian. "Know what I remember?" Krys said, not really talking to anyone in general.
"What?" Rome asked moving a little in the seat of the plane.
"Sitting with Micah back in Compton hoping that maybe one day we'll get out the hood for good." She said drumming her fingers on Rome's leg.
~~~~
Some how some way
I gotta make it up out the hood someday
Some how some way
I gotta make it up out this life
Some way I gotta make it up out this hood someday
Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up
Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't
I lean up ain't the L or the refer that steam up
It's my head stress to the point I get a fever
Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids
That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em
For the rest of their life fucking wings fried
Vegetable rice(gotta be kidding)
No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night
Our kids eating lunch at night
In their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four(you know how it go)
Two by the foot two by the headboard
Man I'm getting scared for them (Yeah I know)
Thats how I feel for them
And we gotta grip the shorties on the block
All they do is smoke weed and drink forties
Cop their quarties
Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock, and old Jordies
~~~~
"You are so ghetto." Brian leaned forward.
"Um, thank you?" Krys looked confused.
"Bri don't say Ghetto." Rome have him a look that said, 'stop trying to be black.'
"No seriously Krys, you are the only person I know that used to sit on the porch, probably smoking, hoping to get out of the ghetto." Brian smiled.
"Thanks friend." Krys rolled her eyes.
~~~~
Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed
Another chapter based on how I get that game
Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street
Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side sunny side
Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul
Nigga all got guns
Over here we got this poor get that there
We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there
Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps
Working inside a slump house starving to death
Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and
Zippers agents snapping your picture neighbors
Plotting to get ya
Situations is critic I was out here to get it
Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it
And holding back all the mothers for a minute
Pumping hard dog
Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog
Love being willied and your creek gonna rise
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise
Some how some way
Some how some way
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way we gotta make it up out this life
~~~~~~~~
A/N: This is the Prologue for '03 Bonnie & Clyde, which is the sequel to this story. I've got some pretty interesting ideas so b sure 2 check it out when it's up within the next week. HOLLA ** Charli**