Everything That I Worked ForThis was it, I packed my bags, I was finally going to college, I said farewell to all of my old homies in my old gang, and left for Iowa City to where Iowa University was. I was gonna play in the football team, gonna be music producing, it's gonna be tight.
Then I remembered something, I had met someone, when I was about 10, before I even walked around town. He was a black male, long beard, 6'5. He told me if I ever needed anything, just come to this address, and he gives me a note with his home address. I kept it hidden for years. He's the reason I listened to gangster rap. He's the reason I was inspired. I could've used his help a lot.
So before I even started to Iowa City, I packed my Mazda Rx7 with my college things and put the note in my pocket. I drove to Omaha, I pulled up into Omaha, I followed the house numbers until I reached his, that's when I realized I was in North Omaha. I looked around, I saw Mexican mothers with strollers and kids running around. I kind of got frightened when I saw a police line on one side of the street. This was a real hood, unlike my little Harlan Iowa. Compared to this place, Harlan was just a bunch of cocky little kids. So I was about 3 blocks away, when a Latino shirtless man ran in front of my car, I screeched on the brakes. just then, 3 other men opened the doors of my car, one threw me out and got in the drivers seat. I didn't have a gun, I only had a flimsy pocket knife and I could see that they were strapped and holstered. They all got in and sped off with all of my belongings.
Everything I worked for, everything I had.. was gone, my college things were in the trunk, my phone was in the passenger seat. All I had was my pocket knife and wallet full of cash. At least I had that, I also had most of my cash in the bank, but I had basically nothing now. Who knows what they can do with my phone, and my college things.