There's Levels To My ThugBy: Judith Tamalynn
Primarily I need to thank my Parents may they rest in Paradise, if it weren’t for them who knows where I’d be. I need to thank my children Jayden & Leah ya’ll keep me on my toes and make sure I most certainly stay on my job. If I could shake the earth for you, trust me I would. Jayden and Leah you are my rock, my sunshine and sometimes pain but I’ll always love you from the moon and back. Aunt Lynn Murphy-McNeil and Aunt Tammie Murphy Thank you for being my biggest fans. Being my Mom sister’s namesake is a hard task especially with me never wanting to let any of my Aunties down I hope to carry your names far.
Thanking my friends who stayed on my back about finishing what I started. Ya’ll have never deterred me from my dream of being an Author so here we go. I would like to thank Future Brown, Miracle, Adonaya Boyd, Vernetta Oakman, Leaonoria Major when I tried to walk away on this ya’ll showed me, real LOVE…Tamika Langford if anyone knows what I’m going thru on a day to day basis that’s you, Mama. We’re the embodiment of STRONG BLACK SINGLE MOTHER’S… When one door shut several other doors open for us. I want to also thank my Muslimah sister for being there for me when I thought no one was listening sister you were In sha Allah. My sister from another mother Andrea Harrison thank you thank you thank you for being the most realist sisters I’ve ever met and I love you for that. Eugene a.k.a Fatman I rode ya back thru this first part of my series and our arguments are the best so with that said Thank You Friend…
To my Readers Thank you for all your love and support.
Be on the Lookout for part two coming soon…
Savannah and I have been rocking since May of 2010.She stole my heart right from the jump. There was no way I would let another bitch mess that shit up for me. Back then, I didn’t think any woman could do anything to change my ways. From day one, she rocked with me and never changed up. Here we are now five years in and Savannah and I are still rocking with each other.
I’m Dragon you can call me one of those niggas that don’t give a fuck. When my mind is made up, it’s nothing turning it back. I had my mind focused on getting this money and building some type of Empire for myself if nothing else. I made no time for them money hungry ass bitches. Every time I looked up there was a smut ass bitch throwing her ass up in my face, ready to drop their panties at any given time. Back in school, I was into brains and beauty. Having an intelligent conversation with one of God’s beautiful creations, not being one of them Nigga’s that’s just trying to hit and quit it. In the streets, my mentality pretty much stayed the same.
Folks knew my name from me busting ratchets all over the streets of N.Y. Before that, I was known for basketball and football. I was the captain at St. Anthony’s High School I was unstoppable, to say the least. My parents were proud of me bragging to their friends all the time and shit. Always calling me their star athlete they just knew we’d make it out from Pink Houses just off my talents. Either way, my focal point was getting my parents and siblings out of the hood. Those were my reasons for being the best that I could in both sports. But that all ended once I busted my knee on the basketball court during the Garden City Classic tournament. St. Anthony’s vs. Newton North game. My career ended before my eyes.
My mother Rachal would say to me.
“Boy, I pray for your safety day in and day out. I can’t stop you from doing whatever it is you do when you walk out them doors. But I can pray to the Almighty that he turns your life back around and soon. I don’t know why you went left but what I do know is you’re my only son so I want to keep you here as long as I can and not behind a jail cell plus I want some grandbabies running around here boy.”
I was the youngest of three. My two older sisters did everything the right way. They went to school bust their ass’ got the good grades and were given scholarships to West Virginia University. I tried the school thing. I even graduated at the top of my class I took it as far as continuing my education by going to the Fashion Institute. I had an eye for fashion. After busting my knee up, I figured do the next best thing that I love. Once I started hanging with the wrong crowd during my sophomore year. I saw how fast some of my boys were getting money. So I felt the need to be a part of it. By any means necessary.