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Totally captivating and entertained by keeping it 100 is the grit from which this story is given life. The pages are street vivid with its characters that you can visualize in real time. Experience the sensation of watching a great movie in book form that you cannot wait to turn the page to see what happens next.

t is 2003 and Corey Carter is innocently playing his usual pickup game of basketball on the school grounds when he suddenly hears, “Pop, pop, pop!” As soon as a body drops, Corey jumps a fence and heads to his grandmother’s house. After a witness sends the police to his home, Corey’s grandmother decides to send him to live with his mother who has recently been released from prison in Arizona.

As Corey attempts to adjust to his new existence in gangland, he hangs out at the local Boys and Girls Club where he learns the color of an outfit can be the difference between life and death. While he becomes educated on the gangbang, Corey gets an up-close, personal reality check regarding fast money and all that comes with it. As play time ends, friends turn into enemies, and trust transforms into an illusion, Corey becomes immersed in a grown man’s game. Now time will tell who will win when the last man is standing.

In this urban tale, a young man becomes the freshest kid on the block when he moves from California to gangland Arizona where he must navigate the streets to survive.

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Street Lit

African American

Urban

Black

Fiction

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Publié par	Archway Publishing
Date de parution	15 février 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665735810
Langue	English

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YOUNG NIGGA$
THE NOVEL
OSACHAFO JAMAL BREWER

Copyright © 2023 Osachafo Jamal Brewer.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3580-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3581-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022923804

Archway Publishing rev. date: 01/28/2023
CONTENTS
Intro
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28

For you Sach
INTRO
I never thought it would end like this. Coming from where I’m from they say the good die young and the older you become the more corrupt you become for your issue out of life. That issue could be anything; sex, drugs or alcohol whatever your pleasure. For me it was always something about the “paper” with the dead President’s face on it. I had to have it by any means necessary. Whatever it took to get it I was with it. In the beginning none of us knew what selling your soul meant, but at the end of the day we were all caught up as Young Nigga$ …
CHAPTER 1
I was born on the West Coast, raised in the beginning mainly by my Grandmother who was a prominent black educator throughout the bay area. Everyone knew Ms. Carter as a no nonsense teacher who was quick to put you in your place if needed but always going the extra mile for her students. Her in class tactics forced me to develop a good pair of hands and the nickname Scrap. She never knew I would have to defend her time after time. I would just make it home and let her put peroxide on my cuts. She would always finish with “Corey you’re going to have to stop all this fighting.” My only thoughts were as soon as you stop teaching I won’t have to fight no more.
My Grandmother raised me and my two siblings in a middle class neighborhood. My older sister Goldie and my younger brother Lucki all shared a deep bond with our grandmother; each one unique in its own right. My brother being the youngest was the baby and that’s what it was grandma’s baby. My sister being the oldest and the only girl; well we will just say she got all the nice name brand stuff and me being in the middle I couldn’t find a place to turn. So by the time middle school came around I was becoming a little too much to handle.
I can recall lying in a hospital bed with a fever of I don’t even know how high but tubes were everywhere; all down my throat resulting from alcohol poisoning. I can still hear Gramma’s voice.
“Corey you’re going to have to pace yourself baby; you don’t need to grow up too fast.”
I realize now she was only speaking in my best interest but at the time it was falling on deaf ears.
Riverside elementary was the after hour hangout spot for me and my relatives. We would be there every day after school playing ball. At this time we all had hoop dreams of making it big in the NBA or some other professional sport. Kids from all over the city would meet up at Riverside and have pickup games for hours. It was always me and my relatives that made up our team. We were really family orientated and if you had a problem with one you had to deal with all of us. For that reason alone some people had long days but they brought that upon themselves. We were always seven strong. The eldest of us was Tone after him Fella and Lee; then me and Los. The youngest were Twannie and Joe. This particular day was just as normal as any other day. The courts were packed and we had just finished a game and were taking a water break. A few unfamiliar faces were hanging around watching the games along with some of the neighborhood D-boys. We had just run up and down against the Arabian team who were known to be physical because they were so uncoordinated. Every game they played was interesting because you never knew what would happen next. Say what you want about them, they weren’t no pushovers. You couldn’t be growing up in the bay allowing that, they gave as good as they got.
After making it to the water fountains for a quick drink we headed back to the court. The schoolyard had a big green dodge ball wall that stood between the water fountain and the court. Once we got on the backside of the wall I noticed everything about this normal day was about to change. One of the local D-boys who would come watch the games from time to time was standing with a pistol raised at one of the unfamiliar faces. He meant business and the look on his face showed it. He shouted, “didn’t I say I was gon get you?”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! I remember jumping in place where I stood then turning my back. I had never seen a body drop. I was so scared I probably cleared the fence with one step. To be honest I didn’t even know if he hit the guy I just knew I did not need to be around to find out.
Unfortunately I had gone to this school the year prior to this happening and the fence I jumped happened to be in front of the cafeteria lady’s house Pat or fat Pat as we usually called her. Well the shots brought her to her living room window only to recognize me jumping the fence in front of her house.
The police knocked on doors about the body that had been found on the school grounds. “Well! All I saw was Mrs. Carter’s grandson Corey jumping the fence and running up the hill,``Fat Pat said.
When the police pulled up to my Grandmother’s they nearly scared her half to death saying I was involved in a shooting and they would like to question me.
After I denied being at the school and said, “Ms. Pat (yeah I knew how to be respectful when my elders were in front of me) must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
I guess they figured they wasn’t getting no answers from me. I was young and that was about the time Spice 1 was saying how snitches get stitches. When they pulled off my grandma just looked at me and shook her head. She knew I was barely going to school and I was out at all times of the night smoking weed and drinking. I think she had made her decision right then and there as the police backed out the driveway. She was sending me off to my mother who had just been released from prison out in Arizona. In her eyes she thought that would be the best for me.
Knowing I wouldn’t want to go willingly, my grandmother baited me with a pair of plane tickets to go visit my mother in Arizona. Using my relationship between me and my mother against me she knew I couldn’t deny wanting to see her since it had been years that we were together. I can remember as clearly as yesterday when Grandma pulled up to my relatives house down the hill.
“Corey!” She shouted from behind the wheel of her minivan with my sister Goldie in the passenger seat. “Come here. I’m taking you to get a haircut so you can go visit your mama with Goldie in Arizona. You and your sister are going to spend some time with your Mama this summer.”
It was the summer of ‘03. I had lived in Arizona before my mom had gone to prison but the memories had faded over the years. At that time my brother was off at summer camp. It didn’t feel right leaving without him but the thought of seeing my mother was enough to go. I remember my girlfriend at the time was there at my relative’s house when I pulled off with my grandmother. The last thing she said to me as I said goodbye to everybody was, “If you get in that car I ain’t never going to see you again.”
Thinking she was trippin, I pulled off and was on the way to the barber shop; then to go pack for my flight to Arizona.
CHAPTER 2
Arizona had felt as if we moved from the moisturizing sunshine to dry heat. I forgot about how hot it was. People looked at me and Goldie as if we were crazy because we had on jackets that were not needed at all.
What I had forgotten soon resurfaced when we pulled up to the house I remembered. It was a large step down from grandma’s middle class. Now it was just trying to survive. It didn’t bother us we were happy to be with our mom and it was only going to be for the summer. One memory that never faded was the Boys and Girls Club of America Holmes Tuttle branch. It sat right in the middle of the neighborhood. This is where I recalled having the most fun away from home. So after I unpacked and spent a little time with my mom I asked if I could go to the boys club. I had made it about three blocks away from my house before I was side tracked by a redbone female sitting on her porch. She was bad. She had a light skinned complexion with light red fre