Da' Life: Part 2

By Tory Hopkins

This is the riveting sequel the tale of a truly lost soul, just as many of us are. Lil Houses slain father was a gangsta, even his grandfather was ruthless back in the day before he accepted Christ into his life and changed his ways. Yet as the saying goes, those who fail to learn from the past are destined to repeat it. And the definition of insanity is merely doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results! Lil House is no exception to the rules of the game. Deep emotions will surface, family secrets will be revealed, and the path of right and wrong will be crossed, this coming of age saga in which you have a front row seat to embark on. The decision to be detoured from Da Life will be answered, sexual fantasies will become realities, lives will be lost.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493100293

Tory Hopkins

My name is Tory Reshawn Hopkins. I reside in Saginaw, Michigan. I was born on May 10, 1981. I’ve experienced some the worsts tragedies this world has to offer in my lifetime. Unfortunately, I’ve survived being shot in my head although, after hours of surgery, only fragments could be removed; so the actual bullet remains lodged and cocooned in my brain. I have been in and out of juvenile, on the skinny black tether box, also the thick gray box, and had long stints in a halfway house and drug treatment. Also back and forth in the county jail, all the while battling with my troubled childhood, which undeniably lead to my not one but two prison terms. Yet my last incarceration was the toughest because, while facing that problem, I got the horrible news of my father being murdered. It was almost unbearable, but while being locked up, you can’t show your emotions at the threat of it being a sign of weakness. So with that tremendous pain bottled up, I let my soul free thru my manuscripts. I released all the hurt thru my pen and allowed my words to breathe life to the pages. I’m just like all of you readers, an individual trying to make the best out of a bad situation and better my life for the future of my family. I thank you, all of you whose eyes were glued to the pages, for your support. You all are truly appreciated. With a lot of books we read, there are many written from the point of view of an author who hasn’t actually experienced the life here recited. But when you’ve really been thru the struggle, the emotions can be translated more wholeheartedly, and it is more heartfelt! I truly hope you enjoy this piece of entertainment I’ve carefully crafted for your reading pleasure!

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Da’ Life: Part 2

Tory Hopkins

Copyright © 2013 by Tory Hopkins.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2013916718

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4931-0028-6

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 09/17/2013

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Contents

New Generation Glossary

Chapter 1

Chapter 2       Same Game, Different Playas

Chapter 3       Missing You

Chapter 4       Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 5       What the Street’s Been Missing.

Chapter 6

Chapter 7       Dun in Dark, Surface the Light

Chapter 8       No. 1 Hood Boss

Chapter 9       Truth Unfold

Chapter 10       Till Death Do Us!

Chapter 11       Youngest in Charge

Chapter 12       Can You Stand the Rain

Chapter 13       When It Rains, It Pours

Chapter 14       What’s Beef

Chapter 15       In Love with a Stripper

Chapter 16       Project Bricks—Prison Bars

Chapter 16 1/2       211

Chapter 17       Hell in a Cell

Chapter 18       It’s Da Life

New Generation Glossary

1. Rells—the police

2. Gru—multiple guys having sex with one female

3. Flipper—the name for a girl who has been gru’ed

4. Work—street drugs sold for a profit

5. Strap—a handgun

6. Hoppa—an automatic rifle

7. Rock star—an individual who buys weight yet sells it all himself

8. Bit—a prison sentence

9. Flight—up all night

10. Trap—house for cooking and selling work hustling

Dedication

First and foremost I want to thank my heavenly father Jehovah, god Abba, and my lord and savior Jesus Christ, for without them nothing is possible—this perfect design of the human body and this strategic combination of water, land and air is remarkable.

All praises due and all praises are given to my beautiful wife Patrice Hopkins. I thank, love and adore you! R. I. heaven to my father, not my daddy Jeffrey Bodean Favorite, my mothers; my grandmothers, R. I. heaven Lois A. Hopkins. To my children, Daddy loves you with all his heart and soul. To all my cousins, The Krown Wroyalty Family. R. I. heaven Smoke and Qua! To my uncles, R. I. heaven Uncle Antonio Tony Miguel Hopkins.

To all my lovely aunt T’s, I love you all and stop calling me Pooh Bear. I’m grown (LOL). Last but not least my Da’Life readers and supporter I thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my thoughts and allow me to entertain you. You are truly appreciated!

Sincerely,

Tory R. Hopkins

Da’ Life Part 2

Da Nu Generation

Chapter 1

Wake up. Get up, baby, or yo ass gone be late for school, is the words Lil House heard as he was awaken by his mother Jessica. It was early Monday morning and the first day of school. Lil House was promoted to the sixth grade after a board level parent meeting/teacher conference. It was determined that he did in fact assaulted Mrs. Wade by kicking her in the chin before calling her a bitch! Then House took off running after she denied him a bathroom pass. But that was just one of the many incidents for which Lil One had been suspended from school. Yet the nature of this last situation and the total disregard for authority figures seemed to be the common trend. He forced the principal to expel him from elementary school. But his reinstatement into public school has lead Lil One to enter the sixth grade in middle school. He and all his friends were excited. His cousin Duko (Valentino’s son) was especially ecstatic about the change of scenery. Lil House’s mom, Jessica, and Duko’s mom, Shawn, dropped the boys off at the mall the previous weekend for a school shopping. The cousins were given one thousand dollars apiece, so they couldn’t wait to show off their new wardrobe and flash the leftover money they didn’t spend.

Lil House had awakened from a bad dream; it was about his slain father, which was nothing unusual, but this one was more disturbing this time. Yeah, ma, I’m woke, Lil House yelled! Get out my room, man! he said aggressively. Jessica snatched the covers off him and exclaimed, You better get yo butt up now. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and looked out of his off-white vertical blinds which had slid halfway open in the big picture window in his bedroom. The sun’s rays were very bright and the birds were chirping on this beautiful August morning. Jessica walked over to the radio and turned on the music to let the sounds of Lil Wayne be heard. Lil House was fond of wheezy flow and was immediately hyped up. Go get in the shower, Jessica told her son as she walked out of the room.

Lil One had snapped back into reality. He couldn’t seem to shake how real the dream he had just felt. He leaned over and grabbed the remote control off the night stand next to his wood grain queen-size bed with the glass headboard. He turned on the TV to Sport Center. He walked over to the walk-in closet in his blue striped boxers, his white wife-beater dangling off his slim frame. Lil House was the splitting image of his father except for the built of his body. Lil One even wore braids just as he saw his dad rock in all of his pictures. He stepped in the closet knowing exactly what he planned to wear on the first day from the moment he bought the outfit. He snatched up the tan Sean John button-up shirt with the faded tan blue jeans to match and was going to wear his tan old school Fila shoes. He also sprayed some of the latest new Sean John cologne on to complete the cycle. He was freshly braided with the do-rag tied tight and pressing his hair down. The do-rag had a razor-edge lining. He had a few dollars to put in his pocket and was gonna be fresh on his first day of middle school. All should be well, but one thing was missing fa sure, and it was his father! As he walked out the closet with his clothes on the hanger, he laid them out across the blue comforter on his bed but not before stepping over piles of dirty clothes and shoes and hats and jackets all sprawled across the bedroom floor. Lil One sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the TV but actually in deep thought as he reached under the bed to grab an old Nike shoebox which contained an ashtray he hid from his mom, a lighter, and a box of Black & Mild. Lil House lit the Black & Mild after he freaked it by twisting all the tobacco out then pulling out the cancer paper and then stuffing the tobacco back in the cigar. All the while cracking the window, he thought back to the dream in which he just had. Daddy, what’s wrong with mommy? Why is she still sleeping? And why is all that red paint all over her, Daddy? Why are we leaving Momma. Wake Momma up and let her come with us. Lil House snapped out of his crazy thoughts of this dream but in reality a nightmare. He couldn’t understand who the woman in his dream was because it sure wasn’t his mother, and he couldn’t realize and understand why he was calling her Momma. Was it a sign that his mother maybe in danger? He always had dreams where his father played the starring role in his life but this dream was different. It was scary because he felt himself crying for real in this one!

His zone was disturbed by the phone ringing singing out. Two pac, hit ’em up. Hello. House grabbed his Blackberry from the nightstand in the corner of the room that matched his headboard. Wuz up, cuz, Duko said excitedly. Wuz up, cuz. Just getting ready for school, House let him know. Duko replied even more excitedly, Guess what, cuz! House had an expression of anticipation on his face as he asked, What? Duko said, Dog! I talked to my daddy last night when he called from the joint. I let him know how hype I was for the first day of school and told him about all the fresh fits we comped. Oh yeah, I told him you said thank you! And that you loved him and to keep his head up. House smiled and said, That’s cool. Duko said, But that ain’t what I’m talking about. Check this out, he told me he was gone tell Momma to let us get his truck out of the storage to push to school today. House was in shock as he barely could get out the words, Straight up! Duko told him, Straight up! So get ready, me and Momma on our way she gone drop us off at the storage. House was ecstatic, and he told Duko, Ya’ll can come on. I’ll be ready by the time ya’ll get here. All right, cuz! Here we come, Duko told Lil House before they both hung up after simultaneously saying, One."

House walked out of his bathroom located in his room after getting out of the shower and groomed himself before putting on his clothes. He strolled down the stairs and walked through the living room, glancing at the white leather sectional, recliners, 64-inch plasma screen TV with matching glass tables. He ignored the beautiful gold marble increscent fireplace to gaze up at the gigantic portrait of his father hanging above it. He looked across the room to his mother’s closed bedroom door, which he knew contained his mother’s boyfriend, Yung Choo, who was probably in bed sleeping after hustling all night in the hood. Lil House walked through the dining room past the wooden china cabinet and coordinated dinette table that sits six. As he walked into the kitchen, the aroma of bacon hit his nostrils. He got a view of his beautiful mother with her hair in micro mini braids, pulled in a ponytail and wrapped under a blue silk scarf, standing in front of the block countertop stove scrambling eggs and flipping the bacon and toasting bread. She was wearing her pink nightgown covered by a matching silk housecoat, her bare feet showing off her French tip pedicure and gold toe ring. Lil House smiled at the sight of his dad’s name tattooed on her leg just above her gold heart link ankle bracelet. Lil one said happily, Wuz up, my momma! Jessica turned around and said, Wuz up, Lil One. How my baby feeling? He looked at the ground with a bashful demeanor as he told his mother, I’m sorry I was disrespectful this morning. But I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, ma! Jessica understood completely as she asked, Did you have another one of your bad dreams, son? He lied as he replied, Naw. Just nervous about junior high school, I guess. What you nervous about? You were popular at Leon Scott and ain’t nothing gone change now other than your behavior. Because if it don’t, ain’t no basketball season in your future, Jessica said while putting his plate on the table and proceeding to take a plate into the master bedroom. Lil One was eating his