Me: Shit, it's story time. Crack the seal for me real quick. Producer: This? (Holds up [ ] bottle). Me: Yeah that right dere. Yeen ready for this. This that genie inna bottle. Producer: That stuff gone kill you. Me: Shit, don't trip. Sit back relax and listen to my story though. This some cold shit. Ayo DJ, play that track. That smooth sad joint. Now, as I recall... Let me tell you a story, About a boy called Rory. His real name Leroy, Leroy from the boonies. See deep up in the boonies, Where they sniff poison. Leroy was about thirteen, Keeping his mama in quarantine. To him his mama was a queen, To others she was just a fiend. To his papa she was clientele, With her addiction business was well... His papa served out the window, Like fast food. That's how he met Latoya, Letting lust exude. This a story of family feud, But this shit gets crude. Leroy saw things as nude, Nothing could cover the truth. At night things were lewd, His reality stayed crude. His mama in the alleyways, On her knees for poison. She ain't try to keep it exclusive, So his papa got abusive. His love for her became elusive, Couldn't find it in his heart to forgive her. He left them all statistics, While his daughter learned linguistics. Leroy was focusing of syntax, His life could of been on Cinemax. So Rory had to take care, Of his mama at an early age. Lot of negative energy, He considered using sage. Latoya didn't cook or clean, But she was still his black queen. Whether good or bad, To him she was just lost in between. That boy loved his mama, He was a stick up kid to pay rent. Rory was like a father to his little sister, But he came home to his lick spent. He rushed into Latoya's room, Seeing the belt tied around her arm. Rory cried himself to sleep wondering, If she knew she was doing them harm. The rent was due, He was plotting on a lick. All he had was a mask, And his favorite blick. Before he left he told his sister, Where he would stash it. Just in case shit went wrong, He wouldn't look past it. His sister was only six, All she knew is it was important. So Leroy hit his lick, Stashed it and tossed the blick. Police were hot on his ass, They were looking for a score. They bum rushed Leroy, And bashed his head against the door. Took turns beating him on the floor, Before booking him. He didn't do what he did to survive, He did it for his mama. See he wasn't no goofy, But by know peeps knew him. Soon as he got released, On lack of evidence he was hawked... Some lame niggas wanted the juice, Wanted to make their name buzz. One let a couple shots loose, Saddest shit is it was his lil cuz. Leroy's last words were, "I'm sorry mama..." With a smile on his face, Moving on to a better place. Later that day police paid a visit, Tellin Latoya Rory is dead. Her daughter yelled, "Mama, Rory on the news again." Latoya cried looking at the last stack, Rory sinned to get for her. She wish she could take it back, In exchange for her son in the body bag. From now on it's cold turkey, She took responsibility for the drama. And even though Rory never said it, It was evident that nigga loved his mama... Producer: Damn that was deep. This shit really happened? Me: Hell naw, this genie inna bottle known for making mfs hallucinate. Shit, yo bitch ass look Ice JJ Fish right now. Aaaaha! Producer: Fuck you