The Brothers

It was the 10th time Jazz had read the letter he received from his lil brother just 2 days ago and the words seemed to cut deeper than any shank in the maximum security prison he's been housed at for the last 5 years. Prepairing his self for his parole hearing in just 2 short weeks, Jazz seemed to forget about eveything going on in the world except for his own troubles. Forgetting about Neka whenever his dick wasn't hard but sometimes finding himself drifting back to some of the more happier times they shared. She had a special place in his heart but the honest truth was she mostly crossed his mind when an erection arrived. For the first 2 years of his bid, Neka played the part of a ride or die bitch and Jazz was more than sure she was going to do his time with him. Shit I mean, he had good reason to believe she would. Jazz put his smooth game on her when she was just 18 and in major need of guidence. Within the 3 years they were physically together Jazz basically molded her into what he wanted her to be. He scooped Neka up during a time of need and brought her everything from her tampons to her toothbrush, wardobe included. Although the bond they really shared besided the material things was their son Lil Man. Lil Man was 2 when Jazz got locked up leaving Neka to fend for herself and her son alone. It had been 3 years since Jazz had last seen Lil Man witch was the sametime he lost contact with neka or she just stopped writting and visiting rather. Choosing to keep his only son or chil rather seemed like the right thing to do, do to the circumstances he was facing and to be completely honest everytime he thought about his family or things going on in the outside world it would send him into a state of depression or seem to make his time go by longer so be tried his best to block out the toughts of any and everything that meant something to him before his incarciration. Forgetting about his mother who had been clean from her crack addiction for 8 years. Jazz mother had been a prostitute for most of his childhood and a dope fiend for most of his life. Karen was a single parent and do to the lifestyle she led, she raised Jazz and Tray to the best of her abilities. With her abilities being vary limited, karen ended up going to prison when Jazz was 13 leaving him and his brother to live with any family member that had a lil extra food and space for them at the moment. Jazz loved his mother dearly and never completely blamed her for his fucked up or dysfunctional upbringing but he did harbor a certain hate for her all in the same token. Even though it was in the past he hated she sold her body for drugs, he hated she paid pimps her hard earned money, he hated she stole from him, he hated the way she treated him and his brother but most of all he hated the way she treated herself. Karen decided to get herself clean right before Lil Man was born and had done a damn good job to not even having as much as a single drink, knowing it would trigger her crack addiction. To say jazz was proud of his mother was an understatement but he knew his mother was stubborn in her own way and she would do whatever she felt like doing, she was just unpredictable like that so he didn't worry about her much. Forgetting about Tray, Tray was Jazz younger brother and to be completely honest jazz played a vital part in raising Tray after their mom went to prison. Tray was 5 years younger than Jazz and was a product of the profession their mother got involved in just a few short years after Jazz was born. Tray was a trick baby and it was silently understood throughout the family even though nobody ever said anything, that is all except for their grandmother. Jazz could remember their grandma calling Tray a maybe-baby and he could still see the pain Trays eyes. Tray looked up to his brother and found himself following in his brother footsteps as soon as he was able to get off the porch and get his first taste of the streets. Jazz could remember chasing Tray off of the block only to see him return at a later time ducking and hiding. A hard head makes a soft ass he would think and laugh to himself. Even though they were both in the game they did their seperate thang and it wasn't until right before jazz got locked up that he realized that 2 heads was really better than 1 and him and Tray decided to join forces to form what would later become one of the most feared and successful organizations the state of Michigan had ever seen. However with Jazz doing time and time bringing about change, Tray ended up having his own child and getting more and more caught up in his own life. The letters that Jazz received from Tray once a week turned into once a month witch dwindled to whenever Tray felt the need to write. So caught up in his own world, the world behind the prison walls that confined him. Jazz for the most part had forgotten about what his family might be going through but the letter he received two days ago would bring him back to a harsh reality. A reality that his sons mother was fucking a nigga from around the same way he was from, a reality that Child Protective Services was investigating Neka and was on the verge of trying to take Lil Man, a reality that his mother had relapsed and was back using just as strong as the day she stopped smoking crack, a reality that his lil brother was at war with a local rival block and had been shot only to have to attend physical theropy to try and get back normal. One thing was certain, during Jazz departure things had most definitely fallen apart, but if ever thing went according to plan, he was going to return home to piece shit back together and put together one of the most notorious organizations the state of Michigan have ever seen!!!!!