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asked.
    “We will talk when your lil company leaves,” Papa said and walked off leaving his Unc in the kitchen by himself.
    “And pick up your damn pants, don’t nobody wanna see ya yellow ass!” he fussed.
    Papa ignored him and walked into the room he called his and plopped down on the bed with the bowl of cereal still in his hand.
    The television was still turned on from the last time Papa was over here.   He technically still stayed with his uncle, but that was by choice. Papa had a studio loft that he could go to whenever he wanted, but he loved being in the hood.
    Roberto Huffington, known as Papa on the streets, was a twenty-three-year old man who got it out of the mud, literally. Papa stood tall at six feet and three inches, his light skin compliments of his Cambodian mother, and his big full lips were strictly from his daddy’s side of the family.
                  His parents did the best they could with Papa, but he was a bad little boy. Ever since a toddler Papa had been a force to be reckoned with. His father was embarrassed to ask his older brother Andre to come and chastise Papa, but it had to be done. When Papa’s mother was diagnosed with cancer and his daddy couldn’t deal with the death of his wife, he killed himself in front of Papa. It was safe to say Papa hadn’t been the same since.
    Andre, his uncle, stepped up and took him in. Raising Papa was not an easy job and every chance he got he was beating Papa’s ass, but nothing ever worked. Papa was one of those kids that had to learn on their own, and after several trips to juvie, Papa decided it wasn’t for him.
    After joining a gang and witnessing too many of his loved ones getting knocked right before his eyes, he decided that life wasn’t for him.
    Papa buckled down and humbled himself. Sweeping floors at his uncle’s barbershop was the only money he had in his pockets if he wasn’t busting licks or robbing folks for their chains.
    His life changed one day when one of Andre’s buddies, Polo came into the shop and took a liking to Papa. His life hasn’t been the same since.
    Papa went from serving licks and dropping off packs to being the boss in a matter of six years and he had been getting money ever since.
    Yes, the power was somewhat handed to him, but Papa put real time into that street shit. He had the heart for it and was loyal by default. His uncle didn’t raise him to be anything other than a soldier.
    When Polo retired he couldn’t pick one person to pass his torch to, so he formed The Underworld, a ring of suitable leaders all from different walks of life, but the one thing they had in common was their love for money and ambition. Papa, Malachi, Sean, Roderick, and Nasir were a team, but each their own boss. No one answered to the other, but there was a protocol for everything they did.
    Papa was the baby of the bunch and the hothead, but the rest of the men could agree that if shit popped off, Papa was the first one everyone called. It was something about Papa that people loved about him. He was rude as hell and sometimes loud and obnoxious, but they all knew that persona was a cover-up.
    When Papa was home he was quiet, lighting candles, and smoking weed while chilling in the dark, vibing to the tunes of Erykah Badu, but he would tell no one that.
    Papa ran his hands through his hair and made a mental note to call his cousin tomorrow so she could slide through and braid his hair.
    Papa resembled the LA rapper, Nipsey Hussle, but he hated when people said that to him. He would quickly say, “Bitch, fuck Nipsey, I’m Papa.” He didn’t see the connection between him and the rapper, but anyone who was a real fan of Hip Hop, especially West Coast music saw that Papa’s creamy complexion, wide nose, small eyes, and long thick eyelashes were similar to Nipsey Hussle.
    Papa finished the bowl of cereal and sat it on the entertainment stand and pushed his body back all the way towards the top of the bed. Today had