Paper Trail

By Creativesoulz

The story of the ultimate hustlers . . . . two brothers faced with
adversities unsuccessful hustlers, father dead, mother strung out
then she also dies, they are looking for a come up they failed
at most of their attempts to get rich quick schemes then they
fall on a fail proof plan to get that paper and let the scams
begin.. with their superior gift for gab and that fl air for the
ladies the race is on to stay one step ahead of the law and the
victims they have scammed not to mention the hood thats
trying to fi nd out how these two misfi t come up so fast with
the women and the paper to become two of the hoods most
infamous . . . money, cars, women, jewelry, they cant be stopped
until greed shows its ugly face and divides the two . . . but in the
end they discover no matter what all they need is each other . . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 30, 2007
• ISBN: 9781469103464

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Copyright © 2007 by CREATIVSOULZ.

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This book is dedicated to all the hustlers in the world, and the people that know that hustler doesn’t have to mean drug dealer! if you get up get out and get yours, then you too are a hustler. no matter what you do, the drive makes you a hustler… so don’t stop till you are on top of your hustle, no matter if you going to work to punch a clock, washing cars, selling t-shirts, painting houses, or selling books. it doesn’t matter do your thing, make your money, and enjoy life, cause life’s to short to live with should have could have would haves and why didn’t I… . ya dig!

R.I.P… . to all my dudes who never got to see this project get completed but just know that it was you that motivated me to get my work done… no more incomplete work… R.I.P. ISAAC (HAC) . . . R.I.P. TORCH (CLINTON AVE) . . . R.I.P. AMPA (CLINTON AVE and 11th.)R.I.P. COTTI HAK… (chadwick) . . . R.I.P. PHEE (chadwick) . . . R.I.P. RAHEEM (NUSTYLE) and so many more that I had loved for… my list is to long to mention every bodies name but just know that its still the same love R.I.P. to every body that I knew and had love for in my hood and yours… . R.I.P… GRANDMA… . I LOVE AND MISS YOU ALL…

NOW THE STORY… .

In the beginning life was just as normal as any other kid go to school do your chores play games and when the street lights come on, you know normal as any other kid life for khalif (later to be known as the freaky D) and his little brother MELVIN (later known simply as hawk) was good as it gets but tragedy strikes a car accident… and in the blink of an eye life as they know it would soon come to an end with the death of there father there mother looses all hope and turns to drugs… and leaves the two to depend on each other and it all starts at a dyfis hearing for there placement in foster care with a glass eyed glare there mother a shell of her former glamorous self just sits there and listens as they grant custody to there grandmother who although she’s old she demands the respect that they readily give here in the court house the two brothers whisper… to each other about what might possibly happen to them and their family… —

(hawk)   khalif what do you think is gonna happen to us now, I’m a little scared

(KHALIF)   yeh I’m scared to but no matter what ima hold you down I wont let them separate us we all we got now and ima take care of you no matter what I have to do, I got you don’t worry about nothing

(hawk)   yeh but you know how it is at grandmas its crowded and the rest of the kids just don’t like us, I mean damn it’s already 9 kids there where will we sleep? I need my space I need my own room I’m not gonna stay there we need to

(khalif)   hawk! stop worrying I got you… damn it’s not gonna be that bad just trust me you trust me don’t you

(hawk)   yeh but

(khalif)