Blue sparkling coated paint shines bright off the 64 impala. The 24's shining with the tinted windows and interior leather seats. It's a hot day in the San Fernando Valley in the hood of Chesterfield Square where any minute a mother fucker could get shot just for wearing the wrong colors. Most people call this hell on earth and would never dream of coming here to The Future Jose Gomez it's where he calls home. He's grown in these streets had many fights here some he's won some he's lost. In the seat right next to him is his boy Mando short for Armando. They have been homies since their days in the San Fernando Valley High School selling dope at 11133 Omelveny Ave on the corner. Jose takes a deep breath in and smells the air. As typical on a Friday afternoon all he can smell is fresh gun smoke probably another mother having to lay their baby down to rest. It's a shame to most of the world here it's just another day. It's like America forgot about the Latinos here just left them to die.

It's sad times but Jose keeps his head up for he knows his futures bright. He gets a message on his Samsung Galaxy phone he tells Mando to answer it and read who its from. Mando picks up the phone and starts to read the message out loud.

"Yo homie I don't know who the fuck this Shane guy is but he's blowing you up about the card on Saturday changing or some shit. Do you want me to kill a mother fucker for you?"

Jose starts to laugh and smirk.

"As much as I would love to say yes to that one bro he's my boss. So there looks like there was a last minute change way to tell me the very last minute fuckers. It's cool though no time for preparation but you know better than anyone Mando that I'm always ready to throw it down anytime anywhere with whoever whenever. Who are the bitches or bitch that I have to face?"

Mando tells him it's Green and Wednesday. Jose and Mando look at each other like who the fuck is that. Jose starts to laugh and then gets a pissed off look on his face.

"See that's what I'm fucking telling you Mando right there man you see how they treat a Latino your boy there they always giving me nobodies to beat but for some strange reason I'm still trying to record my first win. When are they ever going to utilize me I don't understand. I truly don't the XWF thinks they have me figured out I'm a main event player getting fed to the bottom feeders when is this shit going to stop. I mean Dillinger pulls a miracle out of his ass to beat me and he's champ. TJ Adams had a miracle granted to him by tying with me and what does he get title shot after title shot. Me what do I get? I get shit on man absolutely shit on. I can't win man I guess that's what happens when a brown man lives in a white mans world."

"So I've said it once and I'm going to say it again TJ Adams anytime anywhere you want to stop being like Mayweather and ducking me like he did Pac-Man then come find me boy. Hell you so hood and hard come to this hood right here and let's see what you are made of. 100 grand says your ass won't last 5 minutes in this jungle boy. This isn't no McDonald's play land around here your ass sure as hell isn't going to get some McNuggets with BBQ sauce you're ass around here is going to get first with a side of your teeth and blood on the ground. I'll be happy to be of service to you whenever you want to I'll be waiting G."

"But you know what really triggers me Mando you know what gets me? These motherfuckers here at XWF think they know me they act like I've never earned my spot around here. They act like I don't know pain they act like I'm some hotshot playing games trying to make it to the top like I haven't earned this shit. Let me get one thing straight right now just like Tony The Tiger I have earned my stripes. So you really want to know the real me well listen up ladies I'm gonna put it down for you like this."

"'my mother worked two jobs, gang banging was too raw
1993, I was bumping some of that Snoop Dogg
Murder was the Case, my uncle caught a case
My grandmother stressing out, I could feel her pain
Acting older than I was, I should have been acting my age
I had to walk to school, I got recruited to the gang
My mother tried to do her best, on minimum wage
But it was hard when I seen the drugdealers in the range
Such a bad example, she didn’t even know it
I truly needed my father with me, you need to know it
You need to know it, cause I need someone to be heroic
Someone to motivate me when I wanna be a poet
I truly think that I can be the dopest, maybe noticed
Never losing my focus, but you ruined the moments
Shit was hard in my apartment, roaches and old, carpets
I'mma enemy target, matresses by the garbage"

"Yo, I wish my father never met that woman
Broke my family up, you should have fucking left that woman
I was eating cereal, my mama cried to sleep
Remember the kisses I gave you on the side of your cheek?
I made some promises, that I will make accomplishments
And I became a criminal, please accept my apologies
I'mma get you out this, show these guys at XWF what time it is
Buy you the car you needed, and have somebody to drive you in it
My mama held my hand, standing at the bus stop
Gave me the love I needed, the streets, covered in gun shots
Stop making excuses, and stop going to prison
Cause people forget about you when people don’t even visit
This is for my young homies, thinking there’s no way out
Throwing your life away, living broke, that shit is played out
OG’s tell me stories 'bout life in the pen
A dark cell, homies lost, doing heroin."

"So do you motherfuckers want to now continue to say that I don't know what pain is. You think you know me and the story but you don't. Wednesday I'm not even sure what's up with you, you look like some dude jerking himself off in the corner of a dark room slicing his wrist while listening to Ohio is for Lovers by Hawthorne Heights and Green what a fat fucking pos slob you are. You're old man hang it up nobody wants to see you anymore. Yea you might be a former world champion I respect that and I give you props for that. But in this game it's not about what you did yesterday ten years ago it's what are you doing now and the only thing you're doing is being the stuntman to the Pillsbury Dough Boy. You say as long as the fans keep chanting your name you will get up. Well Green sorry but the fans stopped chanting your name and caring about you years ago. Give it up and stay at home. Quit living in the glory days for now it's time for The Future."

Gomez and Mando drive off into the sunset.
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