Flying Planes

Derricks mother told him that the streets of Providence were a dead end, a graveyard for has beens. She told him that the flashing lights would slowly dim, and become dark, and that the joy would fade, and be replaced with pain. She tried to guide him in the right direction, but they never agreed upon much. Having nothing, but a lifeless white rose to remember her day of rest he wish she was present to share one last thought of wisdom. Now seeing fate unfold he began to realize how wise his mother was. Far from the nieve lady everybody in the projects perceived her as. He heard plenty of lies before, and he also heard people speak the truth, but none were truer than the words from his mother.

Providence, Rhode Island. Probly the most under rated city in the country. But judging by the life of Stakk, it’s the home of the ruthless. It’s a melting pot of drug dealers, and drug lords. Everybody wanna stick there fork as deep as they can in the stake, and keep it here, but the pot isn't big enough. One person sticking there hand in the next man pocket can turn the turf into a battlefield. When it’s time to conquer you can have a stronger army, but only the wise excel, and Stakk is one of them intelligent gangstas. He don't sleep without counting his bread, and he don't think twice about busting his gun. Who would of thought the grade school genius would of turn into a King Pin. Dropped outta school, and fell right into the lute. Well the same money that make the world go round can turn a life around. The streets could either make you, or break you. Make you a better man, or make you a lesser man. Stakk make it look easy. He keep his enemies closer than his own kin. You can watch your friends turn foe when your money grow, but you can’t catch somebody plotting with your eyes close, and Stakk done seen it all. It all started when he was 15. Growing pains, plus hunger pain could inflict pain.