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1. Billionaire ‘Billion’ Knox
2. Normani Knox
3. Billionaire ‘Billion’ Knox
4. Monterius Jordan
5. Twinkle Brooks
6. Normani Knox
7. Denim McCloud
8. Billionaire ‘Billion’ Knox
9. Sidnesha Banks
10. Monterius Jordan
11. Normani Knox
12. Twinkle Brooks
13. Billionaire ‘Billion’ Knox
14. Reggie Wilson
15. Denim McCloud
16. Normani Knox
17. Monterius Jordan
18. Normani Knox
19. Twinkle Brooks
20. Billionaire ‘Billion’ Knox
21. Normani Knox
Epilogue
“I love what you be out here doing with these boys, man. Growing up in these Miami projects, this park right here is much needed for a lot of them. They can think of it as an escape from all the fucked-up problems they have to endure at home. They don’t get to see all the good shit life has to offer because when they open their eyes every morning, the only type of shit they get to see is the dope boys hanging out at the buildings, serving the fiends, they see prostitutes rolling in after working their graveyard shift, and it’s no telling how many dead bodies these lil niggas done saw too. When you surrounded by all that bad shit, it’s only a matter of time before you become a product of your environment.
“I know that because look how I was years ago. I watched my daddy hustle for years, so I eventually wanted to do the same thing. He had the nicest rides, the flyest clothes, so a lil nigga like me, being raised in the projects, damn right I wanted what he had. Ain’t nobody ever came and talked about going to college and shit. I mean, my mama tried to jump down my back, but at that point, the shit was already too late because I already knew what I wanted to do with my life,” I vented to my dad’s brother, my uncle Malcom.
I had popped up on him tonight in the hood at his park, so I could watch his practice. It was Friday night, and my uncle had been trying to get me to come down there and watch his practice for the longest, but I kept putting it off because a nigga just be having so much shit on my plate. Tonight, we weren’t doing shit at the house. Normani and Khari were in Khari’s room playing dress up, and I was down in the den, watching a movie, so it was the perfect time for me to check out the program that my uncle had been running for the past few years. Practice had let out at least an hour ago, the sun had gone down because it was pretty late out, and the only things shining down on us were the few streetlights.
“I got to. I got to show these kids that with them having a talent, they can move they mamas, their grandmas, their aunties, or whoever the fuck is raising them from out of the hood. Even if running track isn’t what they want to do in the long run, at least it’ll be some shit that can keep them out of trouble for now and keep them healthy for the time being. A lot of these kids so motha fuckin’ brainwashed that it’s fuckin’ crazy. I had a lil nigga come out here today and tell me that he ain’t want to run track because the shit not gonna make him no money. I asked him what he wanted to do, and he told me he wanted to move dope.
