Holding A Dope Boy Down

Coco Shawnde

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 06 février 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648540790
• Langue: English

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1. Currenci

2. Dime

3. Blocc

4. Dime

5. Currenci

6. Dime

7. Mulatto

8. HaKuna

9. Blocc

10. Mulatto

11. Currenci

12. Blocc


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
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To my mother, you are the strength of me
#MaMaCoCo
Acknowledgement

This marks book number thirty -three from the start of my career! I feel so blessed to be twenty-two years young and able to dive fully into my passion...into my career. I’m steady growing, learning, and reaching for better through it all. I have to give all thanks and praise to the heavenly father because he truly been on my side! I so very thankful for the creativity and strength to get up every day to do something I absolutely LOVE.
To my dear family, I’m blessed to have you alllll. In this industry I witness authors struggle to receive support from their families, and I have to say that is not my testimony. You all have been in deep support from the beginning and I don’t take it for granted.
To my mother, no one will fully grasp the deep connection and bond we have. A picture, a video, or even this acknowledgment could NOT express how much I love you. You are my dawg, my ride or die, my whole heart!! Growing up, I watched you fight to give me everything my heart desire, to growing up and watching you fight against cancer. I remember wanting to swap bodies so you didn’t have to endure no more pain. You are my superhero. You stayed encouraged and you didn’t give up. You told me you would fight the fight, and you did just that! We in this for the long haul and it’s forever fuck cancer!!! #MaMaCoCo
To my bestie boo, Shannon, you been with me since lovejoy days playing tetherball! We came a mighty long way together. Your a mother now, which rightfully made me a God mommy. Arynzi is truly a blessing from God, and she has two bomb ass mothers to call her own! Even though her bad butt likes to bang on my computer when I’m trying to write lol.
To my niece Gabby and nephews Jhordyn and Collin Ace, your aunty loves you dearly. When I’m down, it’s your faces that gets me on track to get back to the grind. No matter the mood I’m in, you three can turn it around. The world is yours if I have a say so in it! S/O to all my babies! Kyn Doll, Tre Tre, Serenity, Ja’Koye, Ja’kyah, Jahlon, Mani, JuJu, Kiah, Trista, Nylah, and Jasheer! #CoCoLoveDaKids xoxo
To my brother, thank you for being a father figure I needed. You have always supported me and done your best when it comes to guiding me. You are more than my brother, you really my twin! Thank you for everything and keeping my best interest at heart! I love you so much and forever my favorite person!
To my cousins that are honestly just like sisters, Shareena, Justina, Brichel, and Kquemura, you all have had my back in the toughest of times in my life. I know I can count on you all when my world gets flipped upside down. You all come through without a doubt in mind! Even my sister Meagen, you are a big sister that I can’t forget. We share no blood, but that alone couldn’t make us any closer.
Paris, Books By The Mu’fukn POUND LOL...My sistacousinfriend, you have and will always remain family in my eyes. You are a dope author, and I’m glad the book industry bonded us together. Whatever you face, you beat it. I see so much strength, greatness, and blessings over you. Our bond has grew and it ain’t shit nobody can tell me about my sistacousinfriend!! Love you luh bitty bishhhh!
Now to Dedra B, B Capri, Tina Marie, and Nakeria Hendley, thank you all for being in support of me. Whether it was books, or just letting me come to you about how my mother’s battle with cancer was taking a toll, you all was there to listen to me. I appreciate it all and I know good friends are hard to come by. No matter what, know that you ladies have been a tremendous help to me personally and in my career! Love you alllll!
To my editor Secret, girlllllll! How I adore you and appreciate the work you put in for me! I couldn’t have a better editor than you! Thank you for always being a listening ear and being there every time I call. I love working with you and how real you keep it! Thank you so much and nothing goes unnoticed.
To my bomb ass readers!!! Thank youuuuu!!!! Whether you read from my old catalog, new one, or this is your first book to try of mine, I thank you! I try my darndest to create something that we all can get lost into and love. I knew what urban books were to me growing up, so I attempt to give you that experience through my work. No matter my personal life, I will also try to give you my all and have a book for you all to open. Your patience with me has been wonderful as I made transitions, for that, I say thank you! Your shares, promotion, link clicks, and reviews are everything to me. If I ever missed telling you, I’m saying it now, THANK YOU!! Special thanks to, Brandi Poole, Geneva Promise, Tina Nance, Sierra S. Dixon, Tootie, Sweets, Zatasha, and Tyesha Shaunae! You all are so very dope!!
1

Currenci
St. Louis coldest summer

Year of 12’
“D o not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” The preacher quoted, with his view being a thick page bible.
“Amen.” The gathering of people said all together.
With my mother keeping hold of my hand, I knew she was clutching onto her .38 that was tucked in her purse. With my right hand wrapped with hers, my left was holding my .22. At thirteen, and knowing the grim reapers always come when you least expect, my mother prepared us for the worse this morning. Being warned that hosting a funeral was the last of what my mother should do, she refused not to send her first born son home the way she felt fit. Due to him being taken away way too soon, you would think his enemies would let us put him to rest peacefully. The protection we needed and would need for the rest of our lives spoke on just how predominant Twan was in the New York streets. Even with us moving to the Midwest to escape troubles, it followed like a stray dog searching for its next meal.
While everyone´s head had been bowed, my eyes were glued to the gold casket before me. With three rows of chairs lined behind me, I couldn’t tell you who was among my brother´s burial. Zoned out, in my heart I knew I was better off dead than being left here without Twan.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
The second I lowered my head to dry a tear before my mother saw, bullets were blasting off from a Crown Vic speeding past. The weight of my mother pushed me to the ground before I could take cover myself. My eyes had been on the shooters, until I was knocked out of the chair.
“ Everyone get downnnn!!!”
“CURRENCI!!!!!” My mother was laid on top, clutching me by my neck with shaking hands.
“Mommaaaa.” I said as loud as I could, but it came out as a low whisper. When she started to cough, and blood started jumping out her mouth, I hollered out as she painted my espresso skin tone with blood. Squirming under my mother, she was far from out of shape, but she was stacked in all the right places, restricting me from moving. With my head tilted back, I watched as our own blood family ran over our bodies, just to get out of the cross fire. The roaring of the thunder cracked through the skies, bringing on a heavy rain that couldn’t had been predicted.
“Currenci…” My mother´s voice was low now and her non-stop choking seemed to get worse. She was no longer screaming, and her movements were less. Her deadweight on my teenage body nailed me to the grass.
“Mom...Please, don’t leave me like this.” I said, looking into her eyes as she fought to breath. Her eyes fluttered, and her body was jerking slightly as she fought not to leave me in this world all alone. “Breath, momma...You all I got.”
“I-I-can’t...You have to...know your worth-we-when it comes to your hustle. Where you come from an-and what made you. Don’t ever forget. I lov-uh-love-”
“MOM!!” I screamed, clenching my eyes, so I didn’t have to see her taking her last breath. It was just a week ago I had to watch my brother´s soul leave his body while he sat in his old school drop top, and now my mother was leaving me to venture through life with no guidance. “Mommmmmm!” I cried, holding her tightly as tears rushed down. Letting my mother go was of no option. The tighter I kept her in my embrace, the more I believed God would bring her back to me.