Forever a Gangsta

By Slyce

Baltimores own, "SLYCE" coming back at you with "FOREVER A GANGSTA"
This is the first of a four book series. This series is ghetto,gangsta and gutter.

"Bobby "Big Youngen" Anderson, grew up in a lifestyle of Pimpin, Hustling and Murder.
He didnt create it, he was born into it. His Daddy and his Daddys Daddy were both Hustlers. Drugs, jail and death, were a normal part of life. This was the life he knew, but not the life he wanted.

After serving an eight year prison sentence he realized he had to make a decision. He had to decide whether he was going to take the "narrow road", and live for God or take the "wide road" and live for the World. This decision would ultimately determine his destiny.

(WARNING: This material contains explicit language and sexual content)

Check Out other materials by SLYCE: "DREAM KILLERS, G-4-LIFE, POPPA ISLAND, THE HONEY HOLE, DOWN DA HILL, DYNASTY DESTROYED, AND WOMEN BEHIND THE WALLS"

(B-MORE, BODY-MORE, ALL DAY, EVERYDAY! YEAH)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465351111

Slyce

"SLYCE" is back with G-4-LIFE. G-4-LIFE is book two of my four book series. The continuing tale starts where FOREVER A GANGSTA stops.

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Copyright © 2011 by Slyce.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4653-5110-4

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" Your decisions determine your destiny.

Make your decisions wisely, choose

GOD!"

Slyce

CONTENTS

Introduction

Release Day… .

The Honey Hole… .

Setting The Trap… .

In It To Win It… .

Big Greasy… .

Handle Your Business.

Surprise, Surprise… .

Lights, Camera, Action… .

Rollin Wit Da Big Dawg… .

She Wanit… .

A Little Pep Will Do Ya! . . . .

Whip It, Real Good… .

Oops! . . . .

Wrong B#$@%H To Mess Wit… .

Costly Mistakes… .

Hustlin Backwards… .

Ride Or Die! . . . .

Company Is Coming… .

Grabby, Mr. Cabby… .

The Shit Has Hit The Fan… .

The Real Story… .

Time For Change… .

Man Up! . . . .

G-4-Life

INTRODUCTION

His momma was a whore. His daddy was her pimp. After years of living in a abusive household, his mother got out. Life was looking up, until the death of his Step—Father turned their lives upside down. He turned to the streets. His life became a combination of Hustles. He embraced the life of illegal activities. Drugs, pimping and murder was the life he knew. The biggest Drug Dealer in Baltimore was his Grand-Father, he didn’t have much of a choice. In time he would see the truth. He’d see that his entire life was filled with deception and lies. He’d soon come to realize that God had a different plan for him.

RELEASE DAY… .

Big Youngen is what they called him, but his government was Robert Anderson. The O.G’s. like to referred to him as Little Bobby Anderson," after his

Father, who they say wasn’t no joke.

He wasn’t new to the judicial system, but this had been the first time he had gone to prison. This was his first real bit.

He remembered when he first walked on to the tier. He saw little nigga’s like himself, fourteen year old boys with bra’s on and shit. He wasn’t going be no body’s bitch.

When he finally reach his cell, he took a piece of glass out of the the broken window. He made himself a shank. The next day he ordered some vitamins and started pumping that iron.

Yeah, Big Youngen got him through. He’d also have to admit that being (O.G.) Bobby Anderson’s son didn’t hurt either. He didn’t want to ride on his fathers coat tails, he wanted Nigga’s to recognize him on his own strengths.

He had no love for the man. He didn’t like how he had treated his mother. Naw, he was last person he wanted to be compared to, or associated with. He was nothing like him.

"Anderson! Roll up! He grabbed his bags and jump down off his bunk. He was real excited about going home.

Things were going to be different this time.

He wasn’t never coming back this way, he was staying out! By Any Means Necessary! He had saw that on this Malcom X book he had read. He had given the white man enough of his life.

According to his grandmother he could live life on the straight and narrow. He could do good. He wanted to try to do the right thing, he wanted to try life on the straight and narrow. Only thing with that was, it was hard.to do. Especially when it was easier, you made more money and you did less work his way, the wrong way.

His grandmother was the only one in his family that really held him down while he had been locked up.

She would send him Daily Bread’s, cards, and put twenty dollars on books. He could still hear her saying Baby, you just gotta have faith, God has a different plan for you. He smiled to himself when he thought about her. It hurt him to his heart that he couldn’t go to her funeral. He kinda lost that faith she always talked about, after she died. He couldn’t understand why God took somebody so good. He had decided that he didn’t want know parts of a God like that.

Now as he walked down those halls for the last time he just looked around. He had a decision to make. He could go the right way or the wrong way. I ain’t never coming back! He stepped outside the Gate.

THE HONEY HOLE… .

It had been a couple years since he had been home, eight years to be exact. This bit was his longest. Things had really changed since he’d been gone.

When he was home last, there was grass on the lawn and trees in every other yard. It was clean and safe. The older

Resident’s would sit on their porch and watch the kids play. It was like a Black Mayberry. Everybody knew everybody. It was a real nice place to grow up.

Now, there were a lot of drunks and druggies who lived in the townhouses. White people was coming through to get their drugs. People was getting murdered. Every Friday you could count on some female jumping outta the window trying to escape their old man. It had really changed.

His sister Justice had moved out. She went away to college. She said she was never coming back. She went to study Criminal Law. He laughed to himself every time he thought about it. Her a Lawyer and him a Criminal. His half sisters Sasha and Shyane, the twins, had grown-up. And they were grown. At thirteen they were doing whatever they wanted to do. Even though they still lived with their foster mother during the week, they’d come home on the weekend. With his mother on that pipe, he knew they didn’t stand a chance. They were little survivors.

He came up here to check in. This is where he told his P.O. he was going to stay. He eventually was going to stay with his a friend of his,Toni. Hey Momma! Ernestine turned around. Boy, I didn’t know you were coming home. She stood up and hugged her son. He smiled at his mother. I couldn’t call you, you don’t have a phone. You never wrote me, so I didn’t have your new address. Ernestine was looking like a wash out dope head. Well Boy, I just moved up the street. Plus, so much has been happening lately. He nodded his head. Yeah, I’m sure it has. Where’s the girls? Ernestine waved her hand. Oh them hot tails around here somewhere. Look, you going to be here for awhile right? Bobby nodded his head. Yeah, that’s what I told them people, my P.O. Ernestine smiled. Ok good! You got rent money? He started laughing. Momma can I get in the house and put my shit down?

He walked into the house. As he walked up the steps, he remembered how the house use to look. The Italian Leather living room set had been replaced by some ratty old sofa. The big TV had been sold for drugs and replaced by a black and white 12’. The furniture that was left was old and broken. He threw his bag in what use to be his Step-father Darrell’s den.

He sat in the chair and pull out some money. He pulled out forty-dollars. Momma, come in here for a minute please. Ernestine ran into the house. Yes, what is it son? He handed her some money. Here, this is forty dollars. When I get more, you get more, understand? She smiled. Oh, thank you Robbie. She ran out the house to cop.

He just shook his head. He remember how she use to be. She was pretty, smart and fine. But that was the past. She hasn’t been right since his step-father was killed during a routine traffic check. He was fourteen years old, the man of the house. He had three little sisters to look after. He started hustling.

There was a knock on the door. Who is it? The tiny voice on the other side said. It’s Morgan. He opened the door. There stood this fine ass girl. He knew she was young, but she was hot. Hey, what’s up? She was kinda nervous. Here with this man with this smooth pretty chocolate skin, he was built and had that fresh outta jail flavor. Um, are the twins home? Bobby shook his head. Naw, who are you? Morgan smiled. I’m Morgan. He smiled. Oh yeah, Morgan. How old are you? She was going play big girl and put on a sexy smile. I’m fifteen. Bobby thought to himself, close enough. Oh wait, what was I thinking. Sasha is upstairs. Morgan went in and walked up the stairs.

This was a four story townhouse. She walked up every flight calling Sasha’s name. Bobby had stopped in the living room. She came back down. There’s nobody up there. He gave up a fake apology. Oh, sorry bout dat. I thought I heard her. Look, you smoke weed? You wanna spark one? I’m sure my little sisters will be back soon. Morgan smiled. Oh, your their brother? I didn’t know they had a brother. Bobby smiled. That would be me. Hey, I’m going to grab me a beer, you want one? Morgan smiled. Sure.

They sat there smoking and drinking. Damn girl, you pretty as hell. You have that soft Indian complexion. That wavy black hair. And that fat ass. What else you got? Morgan started smiling. You’ll never know. Bobby sat back. Oh yeah, I forgot, you still a baby. You don’t know nothing. She was insulted. I know some stuff. He liked this game. What? How to kiss a boy? Come sit over here. Morgan got up and walked over to the other sofa. She sat down next to Bobby. He reached up. What’s this? Morgan grabbed her neck. My grandmother gave me this necklace. She died. He smiled. Oh. Who gave you these? He brushed his hand across her breast. She