My dreams

Ever since I was a little girl I've wanted to be a singer and I'm not like one of those other little wannabes who can't really sing me? I got a voice no doubt about that. When i was little i used to stand up on the coffee table in the mornings before school and sing my little heart out for my mama. "that's right baby you are a star you're gonna be bigger then Whitney Huston someday" She's the only reason i never gave up on my dreams becuase if my mama believed in me then I couldnt be stopped. And finally when i was grown and I grew into the bangin body that my mama gave to me I was ready to give it a shot. Me and my two girl's (who could sing two but not as good as me hehe) went up into The House of Homicide owned by the famouse no other Huricane Jackson mmm mmm mmm man was that man fine! On fridays he came up into the house himself and watched people try, choke and die up on stage but not this night. Me and my girls went up there did our thing and i sang my dang heart out till i thought i was about to pass out. I danced my butt off making sure i looked straight into Huricane's eyes the entire time trying to be as sexy as I could. And by my surprize he pulled my off stage and pulled me on the dance floor. After grinding for awhile he told my girls he'd be calling me real soon! And then he whisperd in my ear " Baby I wanna wife you you're something speacial if there's anything at all you need in a jam or whatever I'll be there you don't even hav to call because i got eyes all around these streets"


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