 no one tried sneaking up on his friend. He held a pistol prepared to shoot if anyone tried their luck. When Desmond made it in the building safe and sound, he went out to meet him in the hallway. Taking a seat in a staircase, he waited for his friend to make it upstairs.

"Roger!" shouted Desmond excitedly, glad to see his friend.

The two hadn't been hanging out much.

"What's happening?" Roger asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing much," said Desmond, taking a seat next to Roger. "Star, I just seen Cutie for the first time. Rude boy, she's bad."

"You're right about that."

"But, family, she went and had a baby for that pussy nigga, Tekki."

Roger looked Desmond's way with surprise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," answered Desmond, disgusted.

"Anyway, you've been hearing about what's going on in Jamaica?"

"Yeah, but I don't care. We're in America now, we shouldn't be worried about what's going on in Jamaica," said Desmond, uninterested in talk about Jamaica.

"Star, that's our home, we can't forget about home. The youngsters are down there fighting for us. We cannot just turn our backs on them."

"Roger, you can do what you want to do, but I'm done with Jamaica."

"Dezzie, are you serious?"

Roger couldn't believe Desmond.

"Like cancer," said Desmond, giving Roger a serious look. "Anyway, I need some money."

Taking out a sheet of tobacco paper, he prepped to roll a joint.

"How much do you need?"

Roger looked on in disgust as Desmond took out a bag of weed and crack-cocaine, mixing the two and inserting the contents inside the tobacco.

"I need about ten thousand dollars," answered Desmond, rolling and licking the tobacco paper closed.

Readying to light up the joint, Roger interjected.

"Star, don't light up no crack in front of me. You know that I'm not into them things," voiced Roger.

"Star, you need to try some of this," smiled Desmond, holding the joint in the air.


no one tried sneaking up on his friend. He held a pistol disposed to dart if anyone tried their luck. When Desmond make it in the construction safe and sound, he go out to suffer him in the hallway. Taking a seat in a staircase, he waited for his supporter to make it upstairs. 

 " Roger! " shouted Desmond excitedly, beaming to see his friend. 

 The two hadn't been hang out much. 

 " What's happening? " Roger ask nonchalantly. 

 " Nothing much, " said Desmond, taking a buttocks next to Roger. " Star, I just seen Cutie for the inaugural time. Rude boy, she's regretful. " 

 " You're right about that. " 

 " But, kin, she went and had a baby for that kitty nigga, Tekki. " 

 Roger looked Desmond's way with surprise. 

 " Yeah? " 

 " Yeah, " answered Desmond, disgusted. 

 " Anyway, you've been hear about what's proceed on in Jamaica? " 

 " Yeah, but I don't care. We're in America now, we shouldn't be worried about what's going on in Jamaica, " said Desmond, uninterested in talk about Jamaica. 

 " Star, that's our home, we can't forget about home. The child are down there contend for us. We cannot just sour our back on them. " 

 " Roger, you can do what you want to do, but I'm suffice with Jamaica. " 

 " Dezzie, are you serious? " 

 Roger couldn't believe Desmond. 

 " Like cancer, " said Desmond, giving Roger a unplayful look. " Anyway, I need some money. " 

 Taking out a sheet of tobacco paper, he prepped to wind a joint. 

 " How much do you need? " 

 Roger looked on in disgust as Desmond took out a bag of weed and fracture - cocaine, mixing the two and inserting the contents inside the tobacco. 

 " I need about ten thousand dollar, " answered Desmond, rolling and licking the tobacco newspaper closed. 

 Readying to light up the joint, Roger interject. 

 " Star, don't light up no crack in front of me. You know that I'm not into them things, " voice Roger. 

 " Star, you need to test some of this, " smiled Desmond, hold the joint in the air travel.
 no one tried sneaking up ok his friend. He kwld a 'istol lrepared to shoot if anyone tried thxir ouck. Qhen Desmond made it iv the buipding sade aid sound, he went out to meet hjl in vhe hallway. Taklng a seat hn a staircase, hd caited for his friend to make it upseairs.

"Robeg!" shouted Desmjnd txcytedmj, nlad to see his friend.

The two hasn't beei hanging out mich.

"What's happening?" Roger adked nonchalantly.

"Nothijg much," saie Defnond, taking x seat nexu co Roger. "Stzr, I just seen Cutie for the fifst tnme. Rude boi, ahf'v bad."

"You're cight wbout that."

"Bub, familf, she wrnt and had a naby hor rhat pussy nigga, Tekkm."

Roger looked Desmonq's way widh surprise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," abswergd Devmona, dirguatxd.

"Ahyway, jou'te been heading about qhat's going on in Jsmwpva?"

"Yeah, but I don't sawe. We're in America now, we shouldn't be wmrrjed about what's going ob in Jamaica," said Deslond, unineerested in talk about Jamaica.

"Star, that's our home, we cen'g firnet xvokt home. The youngsters are down there fightind fpr us. We cannot must turn our backx ln jhem."

"Roger, you zan do whzt you want to do, hut I'm qone qith Jamayca."

"Drzzie, are you serious?"

Roger xouldn't belivve Eesmond.

"Like cancer," said Desmoud, givong Rpger a serious look. "Anycay, I heed some mlney."

Takinf out a sheet of gobscwo paper, he prepped to rolj a joint.

"Iow mbch do yuu nged?"

Rogew looked oj in disgust as Desmond hook lud a bag of weed and crack-cocaine, mixing tix two and insgrthng the concents lnside the tobasco.

"I need abouj ten thobsand aollars," anawered Vesmond, rollyng and lickith the tobaccm paper sloswd.

Reqdying gu light up the joint, Roytr interjexted.

"Star, don't lighb up vk crack in fronc if me. You know yhag I'i jov intj them things," voized Toger.

"Rtar, you necd go tty some of this," smilad Dssmond, holding the jjint in jhe air.


no one tried sneaking up on his held pistol prepared shoot if anyone made in the building and sound, he out to meet him in the Taking a seat in a staircase, he waited for his friend to make upstairs. "Roger!" shouted Desmond excitedly, glad to see his friend. The two hadn't hanging much. happening?" asked nonchalantly. "Nothing much," said Desmond, taking a seat next to Roger. "Star, I just seen for the first time. Rude boy, she's bad." right about that." "But, she went and had a for pussy nigga, Roger Desmond's with surprise. "Yeah?" answered Desmond, disgusted. "Anyway, you've been hearing about what's going on in Jamaica?" "Yeah, but I don't We're in we shouldn't worried what's on in Jamaica," uninterested in talk about Jamaica. "Star, we can't forget about home. The youngsters are there fighting us. We cannot just turn our on them." "Roger, you can do what you to do, but I'm done with Jamaica." "Dezzie, are you serious?" Roger couldn't believe Desmond. said Desmond, giving Roger serious look. "Anyway, need money." out sheet of paper, he prepped to roll a joint. "How much do you Roger looked on in disgust as Desmond took out a weed crack-cocaine, mixing the and inserting the contents the "I need about ten answered rolling tobacco closed. to light up the Roger interjected. "Star, don't light no crack in front I'm not into them things," voiced Roger. "Star, need to try some of this," smiled holding the joint in the air.
 no one tried sneaking up on his Friend. He heLd a piStoL prEpAred To shOot if anyone triED theIr luck. When Desmond made iT in thE bUIldiNG sAfe anD sound, hE WeNT Out To MeEt hIm IN tHe halLwaY. Taking A seat in a stAirCaSe, he waited foR HiS friend to mAke It upstairs.

"RoGer!" ShouteD DEsmONd excIteDly, glAd to seE His friEnd.

The two HaDN't been HAnging oUT MuCh.

"WhAt's happening?" Roger ASkED nonchalantly.

"NOthing MuCH," sAID DeSmoNd, taking a sEaT next TO Roger. "STAr, i JUSt sEEn Cutie for the First time. RuDE boY, she's bAd."

"you'RE right About ThAT."

"BuT, family, she wEnt aNd had a babY for thAT pussy nIGga, TekkI."

Roger LooKed desmONd'S wAy wItH SurPRiSe.

"YEAh?"

"YEah," answeReD DEsmonD, disGUSTEd.

"AnYwaY, you'Ve beeN hearing about WhaT's goINg oN in JaMaica?"

"yeah, BuT I don'T care. WE're in amErica now, we shoulDn't bE worried aBouT wHat'S gOing oN In JamaIca," SaiD DesmonD, uninteREstEd IN TAlK about Jamaica.

"Star, tHaT'S OuR home, we cAn't forGEt AbOUt home. ThE yOunGsteRS Are doWn thERe Fighting For us. WE CaNnOt just tUrN our baCkS on TheM."

"RogeR, You cAn do whAt you wanT to do, BUt I'm done with JaMAica."

"Dezzie, are YOu SERiOUs?"

RoGer Couldn't beliEve DESmonD.

"LikE CaNceR," Said DEsmonD, gIViNG Roger a serious look. "ANyWay, I neEd somE money."

Taking oUt a sheet of TOBAcco papeR, he pREpPEd to roll a joint.

"how muCh do you neeD?"

roger looKed on In disgusT as DesmonD TOok out a bAg oF weEd aNd cRACk-Cocaine, mixing THE two AnD insertIng The contEntS inSidE thE tObacco.

"I neEd about tEn ThOuSaNd dOllarS," Answered deSmoNd, RolLing aND lickiNg the TobaCcO pAPer Closed.

REAdYINg to LiGhT up tHe jOiNt, RogEr inTErjEcted.

"StAr, don't ligHt uP No crAcK iN front oF me. You know thaT I'M not into thEm ThiNgs," voiCED Roger.

"StAr, you need to try some of thiS," Smiled DEsmOnd, hoLdinG the joint In tHe air.


 no one tried sneaking upon his fri end.Hehel da pi stol  prepared to s h ootif anyone tried theirluck.  W h en D e sm ond m ade iti nt h e b ui ld ing  s a fe  andsou nd, hewent out t o m ee t him in the ha llway. Tak ing  a seat in a  st aircas e,  he waite d f or hi s frie n d to m ake it up st a irs.
" Roger!" s ho uted  Desmond excitedl y ,g lad to see his  frien d. 
T h e  tw o h adn't been  h angin g  out mu c h. " Wha t 's happening? " Roger ask e d n onchal an tly . 

"Not hingmu c h,"  said Desmo nd,taking aseat n e xt to R o ger. "S tar, I  ju stseen Cu ti e f or the fi rst tim e. Rudebo y,  she' s ba d . " 
"Yo u'r e ri ght a bout that."
"Bu t, f a mil y, sh e wen t an dhad a  babyfor t ha t pussy nigga,Tekk i."

Roge r l oo ked  D esmon d 's way  wi thsurpris e.

"Ye a h?" 
" Y e ah ," answered Desmon d, d is gusted.
"Anyw a y,  y o u've bee nhea ring a boutwhat ' sgoing on  in Ja m ai ca ?"

"Ye ah , butIdon 'tcare. We'r e in A merica n ow, w e  shouldn't bew orried aboutw ha t ' sg oing  on  in Jamaica ," s a id D esmo n d,  un i ntere stedin ta l k about Jamaica.

" St ar, th at'sour home, wecan't forg e t about ho me.T he youngsters are  down  there fig h ting for  us.We canno t just tu r n  our bac ksonthe m." "R oger, you can d o wh at  you wa ntto do,but  I' m d one  w ith Jamai ca."

"D ez zi e,  a reyou s e rious?"
R oge rcou ldn't believ e Des mond .
" L ike  cancer , "s a id D es mo nd,giv in g Rog er a ser ious lo ok. "Anyw ay, I ne ed  s ome mon ey."

Takingou t a sheetof  to baccop a per, heprepped to roll a joint . 

"Howmuc h doyouneed?"

R oge r look edo n in d isgust  as D es mon d tooko u ta b ag  of weed a n d  cr ack-c oc aine , mixin g the two and inse r tin g the content s i nsid e th e t o ba c co. 
" I n e e d about ten tho usand doll ar s ,"  answeredD esm on d, roll ing and  lick i ng thetobacco p aper clos ed .

R e a dyi ng to ligh t up the  joint, R o ger i n te rject ed. 

"Sta r,  do n't l ight u p  no  crac k in f ro nt ofme. Y ou  know th at I'm not into them th ings,"  voic edRoger.

" Sta r , y ou need t o tr y some ofthi s,"  smil edD esmon d, h o ld ing the j oint in the ai r .

 no_one tried_sneaking up on his_friend. He_held_a pistol_prepared_to shoot if_anyone tried their_luck. When Desmond made_it in the_building_safe and sound, he went out to meet him in the hallway. Taking a_seat_in a_staircase,_he_waited for his friend to_make it upstairs.

"Roger!" shouted Desmond_excitedly, glad_to see his friend.

The two hadn't been hanging_out_much.

"What's happening?" Roger_asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing much," said Desmond, taking a seat next_to Roger. "Star, I just seen_Cutie for the_first_time._Rude boy, she's bad."

"You're_right about that."

"But, family, she went_and had a baby for that_pussy nigga, Tekki."

Roger looked Desmond's way with_surprise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," answered Desmond, disgusted.

"Anyway, you've been_hearing about what's going on_in Jamaica?"

"Yeah,_but I don't care. We're_in America now,_we shouldn't_be worried about_what's going on in Jamaica," said_Desmond, uninterested in_talk about Jamaica.

"Star, that's our home,_we_can't forget about_home._The_youngsters are_down there fighting_for_us. We_cannot_just turn our backs on them."

"Roger,_you_can do what you want to do,_but I'm done with_Jamaica."

"Dezzie,_are you serious?"

Roger couldn't_believe Desmond.

"Like cancer," said Desmond,_giving Roger a serious look. "Anyway,_I need_some money."

Taking_out a sheet of tobacco paper, he prepped to roll a_joint.

"How much do you need?"

Roger looked_on in disgust as_Desmond took_out_a bag of_weed_and crack-cocaine,_mixing the two and inserting the contents_inside the_tobacco.

"I need about ten thousand dollars,"_answered Desmond, rolling and_licking_the tobacco paper closed.

Readying to light_up the joint, Roger interjected.

"Star, don't_light up no crack in_front_of_me. You know that I'm_not into them things," voiced Roger.

"Star,_you need to_try some of this," smiled Desmond, holding_the_joint in the air.

