Cleveland’s Queen

“90164” The officer yelled, waking me out of a deep sleep. “Excuse me”, I said, sitting there with a puzzled look on my face thinking, how did I get here? I feel like I’m dreaming, no! This is a nightmare! 11 Years Before I Landed in Prison: It was about a week later when I went back over there. We found an eight ball of crack and an ounce of some Good(weed). The nigga Vic must have left it because her mom don’t be into that type shit. We ended up smoking half the Good and agreed that we needed to flip the weed we had left and sell the 8 ball to put some money in our pockets. We took the Good and dope to our hood brother Won, we call him “Big Bro”. He showed us everything we needed to know. After that you can say I lived in Longwood’s Plaza, that was the “getting money block”. I stayed hitting licks over the niggas because I was a young pretty female and they saw I was hungry, M.O.E. was my motto (Money Over Everything). I was in love with a nigga named Malachi. He was the true meaning of a “hood nigga”. I couldn’t get enough of him. We were 13 and 14 staying out all night, sleeping in Longwood project’s laundromats. In fact, that’s around the time I learned how to rap. It would be like seven of us beating on washers and dryers free styling. Malachi was the coldest, that's who I took after. That nigga stayed getting money, and I took after him when it came to getting to that bread too.