Sunday, April 30, 2017

The Miss Adventures Of Innocent Excerpt






The Miss Adventures Of Innocent


And The Rabbit Hole Gets Even Deeper





Innocent sat in the hotel room with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. She was sipping on green tea on typing on her laptop. She had been on dark and deep web sites for the last few hours. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb stood over her giving instructions and showing her how complex reality really was. From what she understood there was another her in another dimension. This other her lived the same life up until recently and it all surrounded the death of Skipper.


This other her was working with Vincent and The Prince while she worked for Vincent and The Prince. Her clone had Skipper killed as a scarifice for her own fame. She was cloned but she didn't remember when this happened. According to Tweedle Dumb she was brainwashed by the orginial Vicent when she first met him outside of the strip club. The two men couldn't unlock her memories though. Vincent was a was a way better telepath then them and covered his tracks well. Appartently the cloned Innocent was suppose to live and she was supposed to live but die to Raven the exact opposite seemed like it would happen. They didn't know what she had in mind. If the two Innocent's were the same why would one persons death change the verdict of who died? Innocent didn't really believe the Tweedle's when they said she was suppose to die because she was still alive why post pone it? It was the mention of the torture that drove her crazy. The Raven in the other dimension had ties to the dimension the original Innocent was in. The cloned Prince and Vincent had no ties to the dimension Innocent was in so the question was just how powerful was the cloned Raven?


Innocent was slowly learning about everything...the real world. She felt she had meaning now. She felt powerful. She knew she played a pivtol role in the world now. She wanted to know more about The Prince and Vincent and what had happened to them after high school. She still had the phones and was waiting for a call from The Prince. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb said they were to protect her as best they could but they had already been told she would die so they were prepared to die for her. She wanted to know if The Prince in her dimension was working with Raven and if so why did they want to kill her instead? It was getting confusing. She wanted to meet the Raven that wanted her dead. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb were going to show her how to do that.


"These computers in this time are primitve but we can contact her. She is the web. She is infinte. She is the Matrix," Tweedle Dumb said as Innocent typed. "We don't know much about the original so I don't know how dangerous this is but you demanded this. I will say this...what if this is the way you die?"


"I am not afraid of anyone," Innocent replied as she stared at the laptop screen. She wondered why the Tweedle's were calling her laptop primitive. She bought a new computer every three months. She had a large collection. She had met Richard the drug dealer on the dark web. She was thinking about launching her own webcam show since she had so many instagram followers. She had seen alot of girls make money that way. A lot of them to her were stupid though. So many of them took instructions from the tippers. She didn't even do that as a dancer. She would shot videos of her dancing but would never go fully nude she would keep her integrity she felt. She also would never shot a porn unless it was worth it. She had seen porn stars have over one hunred videos on some porn sites and still not have million dollars. This was dumb to her. She may fuck random guys from time to time but she wasn't going to be forever etched in history as the girl that fucked the nondescript dude. There were of course the video were the guy won't show his face to her this was worse this was the girl that fucked nobody. Some girls would fuck the same guy over and over on film like that wasn't embarassing but she thought this was dumb to I mean you can't be in a relationship a dude that can't do any better than being a porn. She always got offers working in the club but what was the point of not having camera's in the club if you were going to reveal yourself to everyone. She had seen girls make a living off of nude selfies. Amber Rose for example. She had her own talk show on VH1 and she showed everything even her vagina. Innocent felt she could keep her reputation in tact if she only showed off the boobies. So she had learned the web. She knew about how to be a webmaster. She knew how to design her own website because she didn't want to spilt the money with anybody. Her computer was in tip top shape but she figured guys wearing a metal she had never heard of (and she had memorized the table of elements by the second grade) and could channel psionic energy as well as read minds were probably a little more advanced then the latest Cloudbook.


Tweedle Dumb, the one that had read her mind was a little more weary around her than Tweedle Dee. After about an hour Tweedle Dee had awaken from his coma in the strip club he told her of what Vincent had did to both her and the clones minds. That much both the Vincent's wanted her to know. The rest Tweedle Dee described was a 'chaotic desperate nexus of disgust and filth attempting to be clouded with a false perception of vanity". She took no offense to that. She figured someone reading your mind then giving you an opinion of what they believed your thoughts to be was counter productive.


She typed furiously. She had seen some sick things in the last few hours. White slavery, child pornography, sites that sold any drug or weapon you could think of. She was getting bored. She wanted to know what the end results would be. She had been up for almost three days and couldn't sleep. She felt if she slept she would have another dream like the one that started the whole thing in the first place. She was afraid of another prophecy. That's how she saw the dream she had about the baseball game.


Time seemed to passed by slowly...she didn't remember here hands typing and then she was there. Dead bodies being fucked. Famous porn stars all dead. Amauteur porn stars girls all dead. Torture and abuse before the death. All being sold for hundreds of thousand dollars. Exclusives of the bids before the deaths...and the name of the site was" Grab Them By the Pussy". There was digital artwork of Donald Trump designed by Flash. Videos of little girls twerking. Photoshopped pictures used with CGI techonology to simulate deaths and other enjoyable torture used with Virtual Reality gaming systems released in advance before the idiots got them in "society". Her insides churned and she almost barfed on the laptop but turned her head at the last moment....and barfed on the bed behind the desk she sat at.


Tweedle Dee laughed. " I thought she had no gag reflex."


Tweedle Dumb nodded. " Saftey Precaution she did well even after all that green tea we were making her drink. She almost fucked the oh so powerful cloudbook up. What a dimwit."


Innocent turned and almost fainted. She felt so stupid with her modified body and goals of being some legend in the tabloids. Some of her favorite celebrites were all some computer program objects. She didn't know what time frame the Tweedle's were from but she knew all of this was possible if one just used their brain. She was happy the Tweedle's weren't helping her up she couldn't handle being touched at that moment. She chuckled. The Tweedle's were right, she did good. She didn't barf on the laptop.


" I ain't never been a silly hoe," A voice said in her mind. She recognized it. It was Raven Symone Christina Pearman.


Innocent tried to talk but her mouth wouldn't open.


" You think you good because you didn't throw up on a cheap ass laptop bitch. First off it's not the year the model is made. Timeless is timeless. How much stimulation you need to be someone other than a fucking bum bitch? Now you think this is telekensis? That's what Vincent does. He reads your worldly thoughts. I am technology from a time you won't live to see though if you don't listen carefully. Your soul is mine. Your internet is broadcasted across the Universe. Your always being watched by Aliens, the Government, God, Satan, etc. It's the Truman show baby. You are a mouse in a maze. I am reality to you.


" What do you know about The Prince? Some music he makes and sends to you on Facebook to this day that you ignore because you think he is some lost cause? You saw Vincent and let him fuck you and then tried to rape him that same night. You think you know how "evil" you are but the sins in your head everyone can see by just glancing at you and your tight clothes and fake ass body that you paid for because you are unsatisfied with your ass or breast or whatever a rapper says he wants as he fucks you one night and leaves on a bus to be a hoe again and you turn down the cute guy that comes to strip club with dreams of flying or saving you from the fool you are.


" The Prince created you but I am the Princess. I will have you if he will not I will turn you into what you need to be to be a subject in my kingdom. You will listen to the stories of a boy that has always had it all. A Romeo without a care. A wanderer. A mess...a beautiful mess. You want to be saved. You will owe me. You will worship me. Everyone wants to be fly," The Voice of Raven Symone whispered in Innocents soul. " I am the bird. Who is flyer than me than the boy who gives his cats my fallen sisters and brothers? I am going to read you a poem then you are going to die. A life will flash before your eyes but not your own. You cannot open your mouth....if you throw up again you will choke on your own vomit. I have your soul. I am Raven. A bird...and you want to be fly? Everyones so fly. Here is the poem written by Marcus Dewayne Banks, Jet Lee Jetson, Jett Jackson, Jettero Heller, also as The Prince of Darkness, Prince Vegeta, Prince Ali....it goes as follows:


There once was a boy with so much soul


That when he danced he lost control


So All the Girls left him alone


And danced with his only foe


As years went boy the boy had grown


And became lighter on his toes


His knew dance moves he couldn't wait to show


But the girls loved his only foe


One day he danced there sat a crow


On a tree he watched him go


The birds felt blessed to finally behold


A Boy with so much soul


They gather round they all were stoaked


They carried him to heaven's throne


The girls tried the same with his only foe


Look Out Below


 


 





 








The Miss Adventures Of Innocent


A Brief Intermission





The Prince walked the streets of Broad Street with his headphones on. It had been a long night. He had been working on music and working in his journal. He and his family had moved thier belongings into storage and Raven and their kids were asleep in the Sheraton Hotel. He and Raven would go looking for a new place soon. He had decided to focus on his family. He got rid of every connection with Vincent and Van. They were too hot. The last conversation he had with Vincent was as follows. He was eating spaghetti at an Italian resturant Luigi's with Raven and their son and daughter when the smart phone rang.


" It's Vincent," Raven said before The Prince could ignore it.


" I will take it outside then," The Prince said to his baby mother.


"I will be listening," Raven tapped the side of her head which was covered by The Prince's Golden State Warrior New Era Fifty Nine Fifty fitted hat.


He kissed her on the cheek and answered the phone. "Hold on a second."


Outside in the parking lot the Prince opened the door to the bullet proof H3 Hummer Raven had bought for the family. She was still the make up Queen but he looked absolutley regal in public. He had scheduled a day for the portrait of Raven to be on his skull and he also was meeting with a director that weekend. His label was doing well. Ice had sold a lot of MP3s on I-Tunes. His cocaine trade was going great people were calling his line of Cocaine Snow Cone after the death of the famous rapper. The cartel was happy. He was on top of the world. He sat in the plush leather seat of the Hummer and put the phone to his ear.


"Talk to me," The Prince said.


"I wish I could say something that could change this situation but I am at a loss for words," Vincent said. He sounded tired.


"What do you expect me to do? I am powerless. I can't blow my cover. I got the kids and shit. Raven is way too high profile. I am settling down brother. My hands are tied."


"I am not mad. I respect you Prince. I am going to talk to my original. See if he can get us out of this dimension. We're bound to get caught. They have every government organization on us. CIA, Men In Black, FBI, you name it. We can't go anywhere. We could disgusie ourselves like your baby mother but you know Van...she has too much pride."


"Van is right. If I was her I would tell the world what is up without exposing the whole shit. She could take a lot of heat off of other shit and be worshipped. Her powers alone could take the Men In Black Program and Nasa to a another level. Plus she is very proud of her heritage and her ancestors. She is a high ranked official in the Asian Mob. It would be a disgrace to cover her face."


"She is the only one I know that refuses to be cloned. It's fucking unbelievable. I respect her choice as always but she's a bit unstable to me. We got a dead cop some other guy that was holding a camera on us is fucked up. We are all over the web and news. They have us identified. Van as some L.A. Gangbanger and me as a college graduate with an MBA and a entertainment lawyer. My father callled me an hour ago telling me how stupid I was. He's cutting me off. No support what's so ever. And my family is like yours if my mom has no mind of her own."


"Have you heard from the Angel?"


"Have you?"


"I can't answer that right now."


"You want to talk to Van?"


There was a rustle as if the phone was being handled then a soft voice that sounded like a child that had breathed in helium. "Hey man, you doing okay?"


"Fine...wish you could say the same...or are you loving this?"


"Personally I don't give a fuck. I mean they can't do shit to me. Their guns, their bullets, their cuffs, it means nothing and if the genie here would grow a pair we could fuck society up right now but as usual he has a heart and just wants to get away."


"Whatever happens know I love you guys."


"We love you too Jet."


"I got to go. Good luck on getting the orginial Vincent to pull some strings. I hope you hear from the Angel soon. He'll know what to do."


"You know Prince at a time like this I really don't care what he has to say. They are hunting us because we killed a cop that shot at us and fucked up some idiot that was recording us. I am so sick of everyone recording shit. I don't want a camera on me without my permission. They just made those phones so paparazzi could be a universal thing."


"I agree."


"Listen," Van said. "I stepped outside. Vincent doesn't need to hear this. I don't think Raven had anything to do with this shit."


"Why?"


"Because his phone rang. Not mine."


The Prince stared at his chain for a minute. He smiled. "You two take care of yourselves. Maybe we will run into each other again one day."


"You talked to him didn't you?"


"To be honest Van...I am kind of done with this whole save the planet shit."


Van laughed. "You better not let Vincent hear that."


"I know...it's between us."


Then he hung up.


He walked the streets listening to Marvin Gaye on his smart phone thinking about the girls Raven had reprogrammed. He didn't understand it at the time but they were all idiots. He felt like a fool. He had done his baby mother wrong so many times. He felt entitled before. Now he just felt blessed. He was once a womanizer now he wanted nothing but Raven Symone Christina Pearman. He saw her vision now. These other girls were a waste of time. He had been through so many. He had done it all. Everything except give his all to one woman.


"I have enough game for more than one woman but if I put it all into one woman then for me she can be better than all women and be for me every woman." ~From The Journal Of The Prince


He saw a girl ahead of him as he approached a corner. She slowly turned to him and walked directly towards him. She was a young white girl with long blonde hair and a strong chin. She looked to him like a female athlete. She wore a sun dress and held a very expensive Chanel handbag. Everytime Jet saw Chanel he thought of Chanel Petro Nixon and her murder and the revenge murder of Sean Carter also known as Jay-Z.


"Excuse me. I am from out of town. I am looking for my card. Do you know where Luigi's is?"


"Yeah, it's right up the street," The Prince looked at his outfit. He wore his Richmond Academy Varisty Jacket and his favorite black slacks. He wore two gold chains and an airbrushed T-Shirt. His shoes were DC (the skateboarding brand). He could tell she was from out of town because no one ever spoke to The Prince in such a way around his city. He always was observed as a trouble maker because of his tattoos and piercings. He was always judged on his appearance. Most people couldn't recognize money in his city. A lot of people were broke.


"Can you take me there? I lost my black card."


"Titanium," The Prince had his first black card his first year in College. Tyra had gotten it for him as he recorded his first ten mixtapes and studied literature. He never used it though but he remembered how it felt in his hands.


They walked up Broad Street together. He asked her her name.


"Mary Eliza," She told him. "What's your name?"


"Jet."


He asked her where she was from.


"Alabama," She responded.


"Even if it is lost no one knows your passcode so it can be replaced," The Prince told her.


She nodded sadly.


Her phone rang. She looked at The Prince and asked him to answer it. He did.


"Hello?"


"Who is this," The voice demand.


"Who is this," The Prince asked the man.


"Tyler. Where's Mary?"


The Prince looked at the young lady walking next to him. "Do you want to talk to Tyler?"


She thought for a second then took the phone. "Hello?"


She listened then responded. "Jet."


There was little said after that. She said she was fine and then hung up the phone. She slid her arm in between The Prince's elbow as they walked and studied the ground hoping to spot a dropped black card.


They went to Luigi's but the phone wasn't there. The stip club Jet used to frequent was next door. Two of his ex side chicks worked there. Mary Eliza said she had went into the club after she left Luigi's. The Prince was banned from the club because of the way the girls would act when he was there. Fights were almost started all the time. But Mary insisted he walk in with her. He did.


He saw his ex side chick Honey with her ass cheeks exposed talking to someone. Mary Eliza told Jet to go stand somewhere where he couldn't see any of the girls. He chuckled and studied the wall. Her card also wasn't in the club. The Prince was shocked he wasn't asked to leave but it was probably because none of the girls had seen him so no harm was made.


They walked up the street. The Prince had some weed on him. The last he would smoke in his city. He was no longer breaking laws. He would smoke in Colorado or Washington or California for now on. He wasn't ever going back to prison. Raven made him promise. He swore on his set that he wouldn't smoke illegaly again. He asked Mary if she wanted to smoke.


"I really shouldn't," She replied.


Her phone rang again. She looked at the screen. It was Tyler again. "Answer it for me. Mess with his head."


The Prince took the phone and answered it. "Hello?"


"Is Mary there," The voice sounded horrified. He sounded like a scared little boy to The Prince.


"Do you want to talk to Tyler," The Prince asked Mary Eliza.


She took the phone. Once again she said she was fine and hung up. Then the cops called her. Tyler had called the police. She told them she was fine and her and The Prince continued walking.


"Will you be my bodyguard tonight," She asked sliding her arm through his elbow again.


"Sure thing," The Prince said with a smile.


They entered a bar named Dr.Unk's and they met her best friend who had been awaiting her return there was a white guy talking to her he was a typical Augusta dude to The Prince. He was talking way too fucking much. The Prince was ignoring most of the conversation. Mary Eliza had disappeared for awhile. He sat becoming bored. He had left Raven in the hotel. He said he wanted to take a walk and read George R.R. Martin's Game Of Thrones book A Dance With Dragons so he really had no return time to be back but he didn't want her to worry. He was thinking about leaving. He was wondering where Mary Eliza had went.


"I should get out of here," He mumbled.


"Why," Her friend asked.


The Prince figured he should wait awhile longer. He decided to hear what the white dude was talking to her friend about.


"So my Dad is loaded but when I am sixteen he makes me get a job to buy my own car. I know how much he makes. So while all of my friends are driving Hummers and shit I had to get a jeep. I was so pissed-"


The Prince stopped listening to the young man there.


Finally, Mary Eliza appears. She sits with her friend a minute then comes and sits next to The Prince.


"I don't like that guy," Mary Eliza says to The Prince.


"I don't either."


"My friend doesn't either she's just talking to him to pass the time."


"I figured that," The Prince said.


"I felt sorry for those strippers."


The Prince was shocked. It was a reality check. He felt sorry for them too. He pitied them. He was just happy someone else felt the way he did. Those girls were so lost and he could no longer try and help them.


"Yeah, I tried to help them but they just used me."


Mary Eliza grabbed his arm. "Listen, I am not what you think I am. I am a virgin."


"Me too," The Prince lied and smiled at her.


"So what do you do?"


"I am an entertainer. I do music and other things. I also am writing a book."


"Will you put me in your book?"


"Yes, I will."


She grinned. "I will always be here for you Jet. I promise."


"You are visiting correct?"


"Yes. But you can have my number."


She opened his Game Of Thrones book and wrote her number in it. He didn't mind.


"So, you guys want to go to another bar," The white dude with the Jeep story asked Mary Eliza, Jet, and her friend.


The girls looked at Jet.


"I think they are find bro," Jet responded to him.


The dude insisted several more times and Jet told him no. The dude then turned to her friend and said. "I think this dude is trying to get with your friend so he doesn't want to go with us. Me and you can go though."


The Prince was becoming pissed. He leaned towards the white dude. "Dude this is strickly platonic. They don't want to leave with you."


Finally the dude left.


"Uber time," Mary Eliza said to her friend.


The Prince had a diamond ring on his finger. The diamond was fake but the Metal was real. He slid it off and handed it Mary Eliza.


"I can't take this," She said.


The Prince mockingly glared at her. "Take it."


He slid it on her ring finger and walked out of the bar.


 


 


 


Jet opened the hotel room door and Raven sat in the bed on her laptop. Her and technology as usual. The Prince thought to his self. She wore his Bathing Ape Hoodie and it was huge on her. The kids were in the bed next to her sleep. Incense burned. She had her make up off. She looked like a Goddess to him. She had never looked more beautiful to him than at that moment.


The Prince walked over to his bookbag and pulled out a metal box he stored a lot of valuables. He collected gold and silver. With his powers he could control any metal but he earned every piece of jewelry he had. He never used his powers to gain his jewlry. He never used his Genie Vincent not even one wish and he had three. He never asked his cousin Tyra for money she would usually have to demand he take it and she only offered when she felt he needed it which he never felt like. All of that said and the Prince and Raven had a dowry for thier daughter well over several million. She hadn't even reached ten years old yet.


He pulled a ring out. I will describe it later reader for now it doesn't matter how extravagant this ring is what matters is what The Prince did with it. He walked to the ring and dropped to one knee.


"Raven Symone Christina Pearman. Will you marry me?"


Raven looked up from the computer.


"I've been waiting for that question for years. Absolutley Marcus Dewayne Banks," He slid the ring on her finger and they hugged each other for a brief moment. As they kissed on the lips The Prince could hear the Marvin Gaye playing in his head...he could feel it in his soul.


 









Monday, April 24, 2017

The Miss Adventures Of Innocent Excerpt

The Miss Adventures Of Innocent






"We Might Die" ~Dumbfoundead






"What do you mean she had something to do with it," The Prince asked Vincent as he paced his bedroom with the phone to his ear. He had been packing his bags. He was about to get off the radar. He couldn't trust anyone. According to Vincent Raven had something to do with the havoc that was cause on the highway that was being broadcasted on every news station in America. It was a trending topic. Conversations of supernatural activity were all people could talk about. The Prince just couldn't believe that his babies mother could be involved in something so heinous. She had nothing to gain from it. He understood why she did what she did with the other women in his life but to try and get Van and Vincent killed it just made no sense to him.

"Open your eyes Prince. She's worried about what the Angel is going to say about her tactics. She knew we were all supposed to meet today. Who else would know that shit? Who else has access to the Matrix like that? She did it before unauthorized with these girls you were with. She is getting out of control. Now this shit is all over the news. The Angel is going to kill us," Vincent sounded annoyed. He sounded like he was trying to explain to a kid that he didn't know why the sky was blue but that it was just blue. However, The Prince needed facts. He wasn't one of those people that took things on face value. He refused to believe Raven would be scared to admit her faults to anyone or try to hide the fact that she was what she was which in the end was a woman in love. He stopped pacing and sat down on the edge of his bed. He exhaled. Using his powers of controlling metal he reached his hand out and a gold necklace floated out of his jewel case. It was a cross with fake diamonds in it. The gold was real but the diamonds were fake. He and Raven didn't believe in blood diamonds.

The necklace landed in his palm and he thought of the day he first met Raven. She had heard his album Poet Hop and had messaged him on myspace through a large network of fake profiles. The riddles he solved to finally get to her were very complicated. Eventually The Prince's cousin called him and told him Raven would be at a night club and wanted to meet. It was an industry party. Only the insiders were there. He and Raven had smoked in the VIP and she told him how much of a fan she was of his music. This was a year before they met the Angel but in the end they knew before then that they were soul mates. It was sad to him that they had come to this. With the gifts they were given it was almost like the power had got too much for them.

"Listen she will be back with the kids anytime now. I will talk to her. She knows we have to go underground anyway. I am packing everyones bags right now. But Vincent you said your phone went off too. Why would she try to do that? You are not apart of the matrix. Neither is Van. Raven wouldn't have done that," The Prince said staring at the necklace in his hand.

"Unless she didn't want us to think it was her."

The door to the bedroom opened and The Prince hung up the phone. Raven walked in with Trunks in her arms and Shakur eating Pocky Strawbeery Cream Covered Biscuit Sticks and drinking a Hello Kitty Soda. Shakur was dressed in khaki slacks and a polo shirt with her long straight black hair in a pony tail. She wore custom made Bape sneakers and had on her mother's Gucci sunglasses.

Raven had her "costume" on. Her face looked like that of the average woman. Nothing special. It was a mask of special effects make up. The fact that some women could barley apply Revlon and that Raven put on her own make up so well that she wasn't able to be recognized in public amused the Prince. She was wearing The Prince's Play Cloths sweat shirt and a pair of slacks with a pair of pink chuck taylors. Shakur in her arms wore a small pair of slacks and a button up T-Shirt.

"Who were you on the phone with," Raven asked.

"Vincent. Who else? He's all over the news with Van. It's only a matter of time before the Angel gets in contact with us. But the way we've been switching lines it will probably be later than sooner. I swear Raven this is getting sketchy. I have packed up most of our valuables. We need to get a move on," The Prince said as he placed the gold chain around his neck.

Raven stared at The Prince for several moments. Then she cleared her throat and spoke. "Your mother have you heard from her?"

The Prince hesisitated for a second. Did Raven know about his one last time with Josie?

"I haven't," The Prince responded standing up and walking over towards Raven and thier children.

"I have finished filming for the show you know? Took us like a week but we have the first season done. Vincent on the news seems to be getting more buzz than my return to Disney though," Raven laughed slightly and walked away from The Prince's advance. She laid the sleeping Trunks on the bed and turned to Shakur who was watching both her parents intently. "Shakur go downstairs and work on the wooden dummy. We will be down there in a minute with the bags."

Shakur nodded once then she looked at her father. "Father when will we ever be able to be a normal family? We are moving in the middle of the school year. I thought we would stay in Augusta. You work here don't you? I thought we were finally going to be halfway normal."

"There's no such thing as normal," Raven and The Prince said at the exact same time.

Shakur giggled. "I thought so."

She exited the room smiling.

Raven glared at The Prince. "Your family once again is causing a riff between us."

"I have no family. Just Tyra. She's been covering for us for years. What the hell is your problem?"

"Your mother is the problem. Tyra told me about the drugs. Is she trying to ruin everything we have worked for? After you nursed her back to health is this what it has come to?"

"Come to what?"

Raven had the ability to communicate with artifical intelligence which was why she had so many connects with the Matrix. It was difficult for The Prince to do any dirt with a girl that could get into your phone without even touching it which is why he never hid his dirt. He was up front about all he did. He had took precautions with Josie but you just never knew with Raven. She was very resourceful for lack of a better word. She pulled out a smart phone from her pocket. He noticed it automatically. It was Josie's.

"You were set up. She has you on film. A sex tape."

"Impossible."

"You're almost right. It will never come out now but it could have. These people have been praying for your downfall your entire life. Your mother is a child molestor and you still stand by her after what she did to you. When will you learn she is a vile, evil, disgusting, creature? My goodness haven't you had enough torture? Then to cheat on me after I risked my own well being by having those girls reprogrammed...why most you torture me so?"

The Prince sighed. He couldn't move. His mouth had gone dry. He couldn't speak. He had no answer for Raven. He wanted to tell her Josie was the last one but he knew she wouldn't believe him.

"You don't care about me or the kids," Raven said throwing the phone at The Prince.

The Prince used his powers to halt the phone in mid air. "Now you know that's a lie. If anyone doesn't care it's you. You're the one risking yourself with these rash decisions. Your the one who is risking her life. I never told you to reprogram anyone!"

"What was I suppose to do? Wait for one of them to do what just happened? A sex tape? That would ruin us. What if I did a sex tape? Do you know what that would do to our careers?"

"Us? No one knows we are together! You have kept me a secret for how long? All I have ever done for 'us' is swept under the rug in the public's eye."

"How can you say that? It's just not the right time. You knew what this shit was when we first started this relationship."

The Prince looked at their son who was asleep on the bed. He was sick of the games, sick of the secrecy, he wanted to tell her how he truly felt about the entire situation. So he did. "This has been bullshit since the beginning. If you hadn't have gotten pregnant I probably never would have heard from you after Florida. That stupid contract, the media telling lies about Marie, my cousin covering for you, all of that doesn't explain why you wanted a second child. I told you a million times I want it all. You cannot tell me what to do when you have the whole world thinking you are not even with me. Then you do this shit with the strippers and expect me to-"

The Prince paused. "Wait a minute. What did you do to Josie?"

The phone still hovered in the air. Raven slowly grinned.

"She's dead. Not reprogrammed but actually dead. How dare she do what she did," Raven laughed loudly.

Trunks stirred in his sleep.

"Keep your voice down," The Prince said angrily.

"This is all your fault. Your family is full of disgrace. Your child molesting Uncle, your slutty liar sister, your sick and twisted step father, your-"

"Watch your mouth," The Prince said taking a step towards Raven.

"And still you defend that circus."

"I care not about them! I told you it's me and Tyra that's it!"

"You should be thanking me. You're mother is an idiot. I forbid you to speak to her ever again. I forbid you to cheat ever again. If you do you will never see me or the kids again. I have had enough of this shit."

"So have I."

Raven smirked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jet walked over to Raven and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her close. She resisted at first then he began kissing her mouth. She turned her head to avoid his lips so he began kissing her neck. She moaned softly. He pushed her against the door and she fumbled with the door knob behind her as they kissed.

Then they were in the hallway. She caressed his bald head as they headed towards the bathroom. They could hear Shakur training downstairs with the wooden dummy. They entered the bathroom and Raven took of The Prince's shirt and wife beater revealing his tattoo covered body.

"I fucking hate you," Raven said sucking his lips as they kissed.
"No you don't," The Prince said taking off the sweater she wore. Raven wore a Lise Charmel Gravure Corail Demi-Cup Bra. They stared into each others eyes. "This could be one of our last times. The armageddon is happening. My propechies are coming true."


Raven kissed his lips. She was one of the few people that knew about The Prince's journal and the propechies in it. "Better make this good then."

The Prince began unbuckling his belt.

"I don't want to die without anyone knowing how much you have meant to me," She said in a husky voice as she kissed his neck and pulled him close to her. Their hands were all over each other. The Prince pulled his pants down and Raven began stroking his penis getting him aroused.

The Prince felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Yes Marcus Dewayne Banks. I want the world to know that I have never loved another. You are my only one. Our family is all that matters."

"What are you saying?"

"The tattoo of me you want on your skull....get it. The video you want to shoot about us....do it. I am ripping up the contract. Tell everyone in your poetic genius what we have been doing," She kissed his lips again then smiled. "Okay? But no more other girls. Focus on me and the kids from now on. Please Daddy."

A tear ran down The Prince's cheek and Raven kissed it gently. "Of course my sweet, sweet, Sarafina."

As The Prince cried it began raining outside. They made love twice and would've went a third time but Trunks began crying.

"To be continued," Raven said.

The Prince smiled and kissed her on her lips once more. He put back on his pants and went to attend their child. As he walked in the bedroom Trunks saw him and stopped crying.

"Papa," His son said.

"I am here son," The Prince said with a grin. He saw Josie's smart phone on the floor of the bedroom. He picked it up and noticed it was on. The wallpaper on the lock screen was Josie with a bullet in her forehead. She was bruised and battered. A bloody pulp. That was when The Prince remembered what Vincent said.

"She is getting out of control," the words echoed in his head.

He had forgotten to ask her about the highway incident. He couldn't believe she would do that. Innocent people died because of that. The Prince felt selfish. He didn't want to ruin where he and Raven were right now. His dreams had come true. He had a family. The armaggedon was happening he had a role to play. His propechy spoke of Innocent who was supposed to be the Jezebel that had a child that would be the anti-christ. They worked for a fallen angel. The fallen angel. Satan. They didn't want the end of the world to happen. They were going to fight God and stop him for destorying the Earth. They were causing the Armaggedon and stopping it at the same time. The thing was he was heaven bound regardless. So were the other members of Satan's Prophets. God was sticking to Revelations. 144,000 were leaving on the spaceship coming to take people to heaven. The only thing was Satan, the one who had given them their powers, would have to die. For a split second The Prince thought of betraying the Angel but he believed in the point Satan had made when they first spoke:

"144,000? Billions will die along with me! Do you think that is a fair trade?"

He felt selfish. He didn't know what was coming with Jesus or rather Yoshua Bin Yosef on the spaceship but for them to have such amazing gifts and abilities he could only imagine.

He wanted to know what was on the smart phone. He would never know either. He didn't know if there was a sex tape or not. He no longer cared. He planned on having Josie murdered anyway. He planned on never speaking to his mother again anyway. He wasn't going to cheat on Raven again before she made the demand. Everything was going his way and now he had permission to do what he wanted to do artistically.

"Great minds think alike," He said under his breath. He picked his son up and laughed loudly. He was happy to a certain extent

Raven walked into the bedroom with her make up off. She was wearing a white bath robe. "I have a suprise for you my love."

"Are we showing Papa the new car," Trunks asked happily.

"Yes we are," Raven replied


Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Jet Lee Jetson Interview

"Crowned Prince of Underground Shit"


Interview With Jet Lee Jetson







By DJ Miss Van


It has been a great year for hip hop but only if you know about the return of Tha UFO now known as Jet Lee Jetson. If you don't know of him then you probably listened to the fake beefs, the limited wordplay, and typical production from the mainstream you usually do. I mean isn't it the same thing every year? The same artist, the same sales pitch, the same everything. It's a shame that the game hasn't evolved past what it is in my opinion. We here at Mushroom Kingdom Entertainment are here to please. Lyrically no one has given you this many bars on one album. People aren't even giving you 80 minutes of music on thier LPs. Think about it. Jet Lee Jetson gave you 80 minutes of music on three LPs and over 100 minutes on a collaboartive album with Charles Hamilton. (Reviews for these albums and more coming soon on this blog) And let's not forget people:


Wordplay! Wordplay! Wordplay!


I for one am happy the kid is still free. Since I have been dealing with him he has went to prison twice in a matter of five years. He is coming up on his first year of being free and I for one am so proud of him. He has ignored the constant call of the streets. We are talking about a kid that once sold drugs for a living. A guy that used to steal cars for fun. A guy that got into fights twice with police officers and lived to tell about it. He would tell me not to brag about those things but when niggaz are getting praised for shooting up nightclubs and other shit I think we should acknowledge the fact that he at least did some banging on police.


I was featured on every album dropped by Jet Lee this year. I am Co-Owner of Mushroom Kingdom Entertainment. We have made plenty of money together. I also am a character in the book he is writing. Next to him I am his biggest fan. We reached out to several blogs about reviewing and interviewing (I should rap) but most of these blogs want you to pay for exposure. What the fuck is that? Kids listen, most of the people you listen to are funded by corporations to be all that you know about hip hop. So when you see Jay-Z rapping about cocaine with Future it's all a big marketing ploy to make niggaz think they "got them keys". Show me a nigga that is not funded by a huge company still dropping jewels and I will tell you "thank you" for mentioning Jet Lee Jetson in your everyday conversations.


I live in Koreatown. I am very elusive. I don't bother with social media. I am a gangbanger from L.A. Like Jet Lee I come from a rich family. But we decided to do something special for this blog and give people an inside look into the mind of the author, mangaka, emcee, and so many other wonderful things and conduct an interview for anyone curious about where this kid is heading business wise.


And so here it is...eat your heart out XXL. It's the interview you've all been waiting for but didn't know you were.


 


Van: Jet I am so happy for you. You have changed so much. I always knew one day you would get you life together and blossom and bloom for everyone that ever doubted you. What has made you such a conformer? Tell us what keeps you free.


Jet: Thank you so much Van. I would first off like to thank you for coming up with this idea. Secondly, I would like to say fuck everyone that doesn't know shit about me but doubts me. To answer your question I will say the main thing that made me change was the diagnoses and medication that got me out of the insane state I was in. It took me ten years to get the right medication. In between that time I was never sent to a mental hospital for longer than a few days however they would send me to prison for years. It was by the grace of God and the Goddess that I got on the right medication. This last prison sentence was the worst because I did it sane. Since I have become sane I have been more hated. I notice the hate way more nowadays. When people can't take advantage of you they become angry. I just don't know why people walk around so evil. I like positive energy.


Van: I can understand that. I don't like bullshit either. I think it may be due to where you live. You live in Augusta Georgia. The bible belt. You are a college educated black youth with over 100 tattoos. You don't look like who they think you should be.


Jet: True indeed. It's crazy. You would think someone would notice the jewlry, or the fact that tattoos are very expensive. You look at someone like Lil Wayne who made millions locked up. Or other tatted up creative geniuses like Wiz Khalifa. People need to get off of that shit. I walk by some tattoo parlors sometimes and get crazy looks. I don't know where the hate comes from. I don't know if am supposed to tap dance down the street or what.


Van: People don't want to see someone in a better position then them. Did you have this problem in prison?


Jet: Like I said since I have been sane...I have been noticing alot of shit that I normally wouldn't. In a nutshell, yes, I did deal with the hate. You got dudes in there asking Vietnamese dudes to do the gangnam style dance and shit. Shout to the Asians because I only saw two my whole bid other than my mental health counselor. But yeah you got dudes sleeping all day then they hear future in the day room and they wake up to watch the video and go right back to sleep. I remember one time I was watching adult swim at like five or six in the morning. Some dude comes in the room and he's like, " Yo. Let's see if some videos are on." He turns it to VH1 and the Halle Berry movie BAPs is on. He leaves it there. Do you know how horrible that movie is? Niggaz just wanted music all the fucking time for some reason.


Van: Did you get in any fights or anything?


Jet: Hell no. You know me. I just didn't fit in. At one camp they wouldn't allow people to go to the Library. The sad thing was niggaz was cool with this. No one said shit about this. I did majority of my time in the hole. PC. It wasn't safe for me. I remember one dude was going home he was in a gang. He sold his cell phone before he left instead of giving it to his "brothers". The other gangbangers in his gang jumped him. One of his "brothers" stabbed him over ten times. The dude that stabbed him was going home in like a week or some shit. They gave him an aggravated assualt charge and he couldn't go home. I'm wondering how the fuck is an old ass flip phone more important than freedom? So I went to the hole to read and write. I developed the style you now hear. This otaku gangster rap.


Van: Yes. Your last release before Idoru: A Love Letter To Raven Symone was Music To Die To. There's a big difference. Your wordplay and lyricism has increased greatly. Talk to us a little bit about how you became this new and improved wordsmith. You were always nice but damn I don't see anyone that can go bar for bar with you right now. And you make good songs too. You don't just hit us with metaphors or battle bars. You have song topics and tell stories. You make beautiful love songs as well. Where does this come from?


Jet: Never settling. I think back to the stuff I was writing at the beginning of my bid and I honestly was on some real corny shit. Life hit me hard. People hating and wanting to see me fail fueled me. Some people will see a bunch of people doing something stupid and do what they are doing to just fit in. I don't do that. I just change the people I am around. I don't settle. You should never let anyone take your pride. They can put you in a cage like an animal but if you are intune with who you are that won't change the fact you are a human. A lot of people get locked up and due to their circumstances they say that they had no choice but to act like an animal. Nigga prison didn't make you gay. You've always been gay it just took prison to bring it out of you. People can only teach you one of two things. What to do and what not to do. That's all you need to know. I used the negative energy to affect me. I used the lack of vocabulary to expand mine. The lack of intelligence to increase mine. When I see a bunch of stupid niggaz going crazy over Future it makes me want to be everything he is not. Sure it may be popular but I know their is a crowd like me out there somewhere that thinks just like me and if there isn't there needs to be so that would make me a leader not a follower.


Van: That makes sense. On the song "Go Asia" you talk about someone getting stabbed over a Ramen Noodle Soup. Then you said "Go Asia". You have grown to despise the stupidity haven't you?


Jet: Exactly. With this book I am writing I mention Neo Nazi's and all types of shit but these are the heroes. Niggaz is so blind. Example. You give a nigga a ramen noodle soup in prison and he smashes it on the ground to break it up to fit in his bowl. I am half Japanese as you know. I would look at how stupid these niggaz are. The last thing you do is that. These niggaz didn't even know how to eat what they were dying over. They saw my skin color and thought I was one of them. Race is a mindstate. You got white boys call each other niggaz. Niggaz calling themselves Migos. I mean it's a mindstate. The hispanics in prison would fight for each other no matter what. That's racist. I saw them fight for niggaz that were statutory rapist. These niggaz had phones but wouldn't do background checks to see what other inmates were locked up for. There was no honor.


Van: So what is the answer for you?


Jet: Eugenics. I cannot hate the Illuminati's agenda. If you are dumb enough to believe selling crack or doing crimes will make you rich then you deserve to die or go to prison. Man it's 2017 and niggaz is still supporting "hip hop" and "gangster movies". They still are making Tupac movies. This is a man that was convicted of sexual assualt. Rape I think to be exact. Yes he was wise but he promoted violence as well. He unitied gangs but I think it's time to get over this gang mentallity. I am not dying for another man or woman. I am about me and mine. We live in a world where your own family will back stab you. Why would I want to die for someone that isn't even family by blood? You wonder why niggaz snitch? I don't know maybe because the first law of nature is self preservation. Instead of wondering why they snitched why are you doing crimes in the first place? Less than 15 percent of the American population is in prison yet we have the largest prison population in the world. Then the majority of the prison population is black males yet we are the minority in the United States. There are more black men in prison than in college. Look at these numbers. Regardless of the race the main thing that should be focused on is the criminal aspects of this. You can avoid all of this if you obey the law. Why are rappers making millions of dollars but going to the projects? They don't go there to build a better communtiy but have the money to do so. These people let them exploit the fucking hood. I swear it's like Training Day or some shit. Niggaz need to hand the gun to the rapper and let him put his own work in. Soldiers need to hand the gun to the President and let him put the work in. But if you don't know this already then your part of the fucking problem...sell your crack, shoot your gun, sell your pussy. You can tell by looking at me that you don't need to do this around me. You may look at my tattoos and the way I dress and try to profile me but once I open my mouth and talk your opinion is a dub.


Van: You rap about guns too though. You rap about selling cocaine and strippers it's more lyrical than everyone else but if you read between the lines when you say shit " They say the world is yours when you selling coke// they ask me do I want the Earth how can I tell them no//" You just said you are selling an ass of coke.


Jet: Exactly. I used to do that. So I can talk about it. But even if I didn't I can say what I want. Words are words. Music is entertainment. I say a lot of shit. So does Jay-Z. He's got a song called "Ignorant shit" which is one of my favorites. He tells you he's just saying Ignorant shit so it will sell. Niggaz act like they ain't hear that though which means they are actually ignorant. That's hilarious. Niggaz be ready to die to be down with their favorite rappers. That's where the shooters come from. I remember reading ASAP Rocky had made one of his fans a member of ASAP Mob. Yesterday I was listening to Curren$y's new mixtape and he said he had a girl drive a Benz with a box in the back to a location and she didn't know what was in the box. Curren$y could have been lying but I doubt it. I bet he could find a girl to do that. In another song I heard Curren$y say a girl fucked some niggaz she thought was security to get to him but Curren$y doesn't even have security. That's hilarious. People take that shit like people take the bible meaning like Ras Kass said it's too literal. You want a "real" nigga first ask a nigga what nigga means. It comes from the word "niggardly" and that's spelled with an "A". The "er" is actually the incorrect way to say it. Most of the shit you learn is backwards. White Jesus. The President running American when the United States is now just hitmen for hire. The list goes on. It's like Muslims say "Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear."


Van: So you think Gangbanging should be stopped?


Jet: First off that's some California shit. It started in California. I am not speaking on anything but the first gang which was the black panthers. All gangs came from this format. But this was influenced by the actual first gang the Government. It's systematic. If you come up with something that will keep niggaz out of jail then hell yeah bang until you can't bang anymore. People act like a gang has to do criminal acts. I am anti prison period. This is a place where men are raping men. This is a place where people are getting killed over snacks. How can you say we are homies but do anything to risk my freedom? I don't want to be around no faggot ass rapist. Dead Prez had a great idea on banging against the government but let's be honest this shit isn't going t happen in the streets. I mentioned it in my book. They have this "Blue Lives Matter" shit but niggaz ain't running around shooting at the police. That shit isn't going to happen. The battle is now 100% mental. You want to piss the police off. Stop going to jail. The less niggaz in prison the less jobs they have. Stop being a fucking statistic. The Black Panthers at least had motive for what they were doing. Niggaz was pissed at Zimmerman but this is one incident how many niggaz kill another nigga every fucking day. No one is protesting that.


Van: I agree with that. The word gangster needs to be redefined.


Jet: Exactly. What's gangster? To me staying free is gangster. Getting money is gangster. Who came up with that stupid phrase "Gangsters are dead or in jail"? He was a gangster. Gangster's make you believe lies. I was performing at the club the other night and I was outside smoking with some people. This girl said she liked Batman but not Joker. I have a theory about Batman and Joker. I think they are the same person which is why they never kill each other. I came up with this theory in a psychotic episode. I told this girl that and one of the men in the conversation said he already knew this and acted like he totally could relate he said this theory was popular. But I know it is not. I collect comics. I came up with this theory. But like I said when you say some shit depending on how you put it some people will follow. It's like politics. As I said some people believe the United States is some fucking superpower when our dollar value is steadily decreasing. We owe trillions of dollars to China. We are like 13th in education worldwide. How the fuck are we a superpower? Or you got these guys thinking a girl loves them simply because she lives with them, sleeps with them, etc. She just tolerates you. You aren't with her 24 hours a day. She has another life with other dudes and is only with you because you would never suspect it. It's the guy she's with for an hour or two you should worry about it. Or is the guy like me that would never sleep with a woman he isn't committed to that looks at her and you and the men she's sleeping with, shakes his head, and gets back to the money.




Van: That's funny seeing as how you write so many songs about women you are dealing with. What is your policy when it comes to women?


Jet: I made an instagram post the other day about basic women. What is a basic woman? I released four classic albums in one year. Each over 80 minutes. Very few features. That's bar after bar of crack. I am writing a book. I am studying computer science. I own a company. I own a blog. I do a lot to get to a million. A basic person is someone that is not trying to get a million. I used to work at McDonald's. Raven Symone said in an interview there is nothing wrong with that as long as you have a plan to get to the top. This was like in 2008 or 2007. Niggaz wasn't listening but I was. I mean you have a choice. You always have a choice. If you aren't trying to get to the top your basic. Once again Eugenics. If everyone is trying to get to the top then only the best will get to the top. The rest will fail but us as a sociey will become stronger. I may not be the most popular artist now but my work is sufficent enough for me to advance. I'm eating. That's all that matters. You look at what I did this year and compare it Kendrick Lamar for example. What has he done this year that has eclipsed me? One album. Commercials. Ads. Whatever. He doesn't own anything. I am not jealous of that. Lyrically he does like one syllable most of the time. I am not hating these are facts. I've dated beautiful women all year. I've done shows. I've sold albums. I am happy. I have a plan. I have fans. I am free. I am doing what these niggaz is doing without asking for permission from anyone. I wouldn't trade places with anyone because like Walo, my life coach and Gillie Da Kid's cousin, said the "end game is the win game". How long do these people rap for a label? Wayne has been signed to Cash Money for decades and still can't get out of his contract. You sign a contract with a label and only get one release a year for over ten years? Kendrick has been in the game for awhile now and has only released three albums for Aftermath. It took him three years after Good Kidd to drop to Pimp A Butterfly. This is who they say is the most lyrical right now. I can go song for song prove lyrically I am better than him. I am ahead of the game is all. I love it as well Van.


Van: Is this why you didn't sign with Mark Deez and Ill-Legit Records?


Jet: I never planned on signing with them. It was all a joke. I never liked Mark Deez. The first time I met him I had a tricked out Honda Civic. I met him on a Canibus Message Board. I drove to his house he had no car and still doesn't have one. He had no air conditioner. He was in this hot ass shack recording on a fucked up mic. He was taking people's vocals and combining them on tracks with him which is fine. I do the same thing. But the mixes were horrible. Plus Mark Deez cannot rap. We did a song together and he was like "Yo, say my name on the track." He is like a fucking leech. A parasite. He got a deal though. I thought he was getting money. This was years later when I thought this. I hadn't seen him. We did another track together via email called Ren and Stimpy. I came up with the hook, Choose the beat, Laid the verse, And sent it to him. He post this song everywhere. All he did was write a sixteen. Years go by. I am in and out of prison. I get out last year and start recording again. I send him some shit going on the mixtape me and you were working on. He goes ape shit and ask me if I want a deal. Mind you I am thinking this nigga has money. I have over 3,000 messages from my Facebook inbox from this nigga proving his shady business tactics. He kept trying to control me. He had his inhouse producers and he sent me some beats. I ate them. I just wanted the blog exposure. There was no money involved. But as the process of creating the album continued dude just was losing his mind.


Van: Elaborate.


Jet: I remember I did this song called Ha! Ha! Ha! We had this whole Joker scheme going on with the album. Me being legally insane and shit it worked. So I get on this beat and kill it and send him the finished product. He tells me I can't use the beat and he sent it to me in the first place. I'm like "what the fuck?" He's like that beat is for a project he is doing with Canibus called "Crisis Music". I told him we are keeping the track. He shouldn't have sent me the beat period. He agrees. Then tells me he is sending me some new beats and not to use the old ones anymore. It's like he was trying to sabotage my release and shit. Then he tells me I can only have thirteen tracks and he is going to be featured on three of them. One of them is a solo track. This whole time I had no intentions of signing with this coward. His boss Doc is letting this shit go on the whole time. Finally I just wrote a diss record and sent it to him. That's the "chit chat" track on "Prince Vegeta". I could go on for days about the sucker shit that followed like how he tried to put the album out again. Or how when I released another diss track called "Cartman" and how he sent me some fake documents telling me he was going to sue me if I didn't take the track down. I could tell you how Doc wanted the album out until the "Cartman" track dropped. This dude was stealing my pictures and editing them. That's a false light lawsuit all day. The list goes on. The bottom line is this was an independent label. Imagine what goes on at these majors and shit. Canibus has been on these major labels and the fact that he does business with a guy that begs to take pictures with me and has stalked me online and shit well it shows you how much of this game is "just rap". I mean you let Canibus tell it he's a "dragon with the head of a lion" and he "claps heat like Duke Nukem". It's just a sad ass story really.


Van: What an ass clown.


Jet: Ass hat.


Van: (Laughs) So your first year is approaching. What's next? What are you doing to celebrate?


Jet: Well I have been doing this Raven thing for years. This obsession is real. I go through a lot of trials and tribulations as far as my commitment towards her. You have to understand coming from my stand point being dedicated to this is kind of overbearing at times. I get lonely talking to an Idoru sometimes. But little things keep me motivated. Example,when I released the album Aaliyah Raven announced the Raven's Home news. She also speaks to me via social media every now and then. It's motivation. Saving myself for her is worth it sometimes. I deal with other girls but they always show me why I need to be with her instead.


Van: How does that happen?


Jet: Like I said that basic shit. Let's say this is all in my mind. It's like that dude in the Matrix that would rather live a lie than be on a ship eating that gruel and fighting a war he couldn't win. Saving these hoes is not my cup of tea. I am an artist first. I have to ask myself what is going to make me strive to be a better writer. Raven is just always business minded. Also the moves she makes are always classy. Period. I would never have to worry about a sex tape coming out or ass injections or shit like that. She makes me want to work harder. I said it on "Masturbation" on the "Prince Vegeta" album. Shoot for the moon because even if you miss you will still be amongst the stars. Even if I don't get Raven I will be mentioned with her until the end of time. If I stay on my grind a girl will know automatically that she has to be on the calibur of Raven to even have a chance with me. My lust can be paused during this time. Like I said I am saving my love. I did songs for a lot of girls. They always are so sweet at first. I compare what I wrote at the beginning of the relationship to what they revealed themselves to be at the end. One example there was a girl named Cupcake. She is a stripper. I went through a phase of buying strippers shit that just recently ended. I dated like three in a row. She was one of them. Anyway, the first song I wrote about her was about heaven and hell, and asking her to save my soul. I don't know how it messed up. I met this girl Ginger and she was more about hanging out something Cupcake didn't really want to do unless I was treating. Truthfully I should have respected Cupcake for that because we met on those terms and I told her that in so many ways. I made a song for Ginger too that I can't even listen to anymore because she was one of the most disgusting women I have ever dealt with. Anyway, me and Cupcake still communicate to this day. I am going to write another song about her. This one about what she has become to me. It will be my third time writing about her. But my point is this. She went from an Angel or a Goddess to this choatic disorganized being that I totally misjudged her it has shown me the main question I should be asking these girls is....where do you see yourself in a few years? And let them keep their dreams and not trying and change it. That's the defenition of saving. Taking someone from nothing to something.





Van: Do you feel like these girls are nothings?


Jet: No. They live their own life. I can't force them to be in my life or to see things my way. I just write about my life. Example, I may be wrong about the way Cupcake is percieved by other people. Some people like giving strippers money. I don't. I went to the club to get ideas for my book. It is about a stripper after all. I talk to people to get inspired about what to write about. Like I said I am writing a third song about Cupcake. She has lived her purpose in my life. That's it. She has helped me see how much I need Raven. So to answer your orginial question for my birthday in June I am getting Raven tattooed on my skull. I am getting a portrait of her on my skull. I have spoken to Raven about this and she is behind it. I am also shooting music videos the following month for Raven. Like I said on the end of Aaliyah I am dedicating my life to Raven Symone. My next projects Maleficent and Spike 3.0 are going to be about a whole different lifestyle. The luxurious lifestyle. You've heard the new material. The new single featuring Raven Symone Christina is one of the best tracks I have ever written. From now on if you ain't chasing a million or generating millions I have no words for you. I can't even tell you to start chasing because I feel like that's none of my business. I am too focused on my own shit. I can only give you my life. How I see things.


Van: These new videos are they going to be like the other videos you have made for youtube?


Jet: No. These will be actual videos with a director and all of that shit. I am trying to go viral.


Van: Then what?


Jet: Then nothing. I am going to continue to do what I do. One of my favorite movies. Ray Liotta tells his wife about guys "falling asleep in the getaway car". You look at someone like Wiz. He was on the verge of an industry takeover at one point. 50 cent too. They ended up signing a deal and yeah they made a lot of money but it just wasn't the same anymore. I am not signing shit. I have a plan. That is it.


 Van: Let's talk about the music. Prince Vegeta was epic. Probably one of the best produced and most lyrical albums I have ever heard. What was your mind frame when picking beats and writing for this album?


Jet: Like I said I write about my life. I was dealing with Asian Glo Doll during some points of the album. I started talking to her when I first came home from prison. She and her homegirl Cuban Doll also tried to sign me. She was hustling backwards as well but me and her had some pretty intense conversations. I just know good beats. I wanted to do something special with this album because Vegeta is one of my favorite characters. The first half of the album is a love story. The second half is more about bars. I think that is what Vegeta is. He is a lover and a fighter. Olympic Games was just a fucked up time in my life. I was holding on to what little bit of sanity I had. I was on the run. I was in love. I was all around fucked up. I listen to those songs I recorded on a smart phone three years ago and it just reminds me of how low I have been. Selling drugs trying to save someone. A girl that wouldn't even acknowledge me publicly. I had a bad habit of trying to save girls. But there is only so much a bitch can take before she says fuck everyone and does what she wants to do. I am at that point. I deserve what I want period. I have the scars to prove it. Literally Che is all over me. But none of those tattoos will be as beautiful as this Raven piece. None will mean as much to me as this Raven piece. That's the end of it.


Van: Pressure bust pipes but it can also make a diamond. You are the living ugly duckling story.


Jet: Indeed. And I became a swan and saw how ugly these other girls truly are. On that song "Deep" on Aaliyah featuring Fred B I say that "beauty is only skin deep, it's what's inside that makes you ugly" my intents were always to be pure hearted but I realized calling it spade of spade doesn't make you wrong. The truth hurts. If a bitch ain't shit she ain't shit. You're not wrong for knowing you deserve better. I am tired of being nice to people.


Van: People take that as a weakness.


Jet: It is a weakness. You think Tyra Banks would be where she is if she didn't think she was better looking than a lot of girls?


Van: Of course not.


Jet: I was watching some tabloid show. TMZ or some shit and they found Beyoncé's high school boyfriend. Dude was lame as hell.


Van: How lame?


Jet: They asked him if he had one thing to say to Beyoncé today what would it be? He said, "I'd ask her what's up." My high school sweetheart was a girl named Tarika. I tried to deal with her when I came home and I realized how stupid the bitch was. I wrote a song about her called "Tarika" on Prince Vegeta. It shows me how much I have grown. I am at this point where if it ain't Raven I ain't with it.


Van: Awww.


Jet: Let me say this as well. When I say chasing a million it's not just the money. You have porn stars with a million. Drug dealers with a million. It's about how you made your million as well. Because Asian Glo Doll signed a ten album deal for a million but also slept with the dude that gave her that deal. Then after I told her how stupid the deal was she got out of the contract but because she didn't do the ten albums she didn't get the million.


Van: Ass clown.


Jet: Ass hat.


Van: (Laughs) This Aaliyah album sounds very different by the way. Some of the beats chosen sound like some EDM type of shit.


Jet: I know right. I did a track with Daughter talking about Cocaine and shit. That's pretty funny. Aaliyah I will admit is a more commercial effort as far as sound. Lyrically it's still otaku gangster rap. I felt with a name like Aaliyah I had to give the people a sound that was universal. I still got some tunnel bangers on there but for the most part it's mad different sounds.


Van: You chopped and screwed Raven Symone that was fucking insane.


Jet: Yeah. Me and fucking lyrical beast chopping and screwing. I knew that would be fucking different and unexpected but like I said I wanted to do a bit of everything on this album.


Van: Well, I would like to thank you for this insight and I hope one day we can do this again. I remember the old interview I did for you when you came home from that bid a few years ago. The audio one. I can't believe we have been cool that long. The lifestyles we live one of us should be dead.


Jet: Thanks for everything Van and you can't kill art. It lives on and on. Forever.


~Fin



Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Olympic Games is out.


Shout out to Charles Hamilton. Enjoy your 4/20 mutants. It's going to be a hot summer.

Aaliyah album out early! Download now!






The Aaliyah album is out early. The Charles Hamilton executive produced album will be released before 4/20/2017 as well.

Otaku Cafe Season Finale








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Monday, April 17, 2017

Jet Lee Jetson's Instagram



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Sunday, April 16, 2017

Christina Featuring Raven Symone (Produced By Charles Hamilton)









A sneak peek at Spike 3.0 executive produced by Charles Hamilton.

The Miss Adventures Of Innocent Excerpt

The Miss Adventures Of Innocent





The Beginning Of The End








Ice's Mugshot in Jail

Ice's Mugshot in Prison






Ice had been cooking cocaine for hours. He was taught once by Miss Van and The Prince (the clone) and he was told if he fucked up once he would be beaten again. He didn't want to know what would happen if he fucked up twice. He didn't know how they were selling it. That wasn't his job. He was just happy to be alive. He had shot several videos before he was beaten. He was told those videos were now being distributed to the web making the world think that he wasn't a bruised pulp locked in a basement. He was told when he recovered one hundred percent then he would be able to go out into public and that he would be a star then. But he could be killed at any moment. Not only did they have his family but they also had his location at every time. The label owned him.

He had lost track of how much coke he had cooked. He wore a mask because the odor was so horrible. He wanted to rest but every time he tried there was a knock on the door and more cocaine was delivered. He was unsure of what was going on in the outside world. The only thing in the basement was a kitchen and couch. There was food in the kitchen. Ramen Noodle soups. He used to eat them in prison all the time. It must have been some type of joke from The Prince. He was recovering slowly. A doctor would come in daily and check on him. He was property though. He was trapped. The sad thing was he asked for this. He rapped about hustling and fame. He was famous now and he was cooking crack it just wasn't all it was cracked up to be pun intended.

He was in his boxers and white tee drinking a glass of milk when the door to the basement opened. Someone was coming down the stairs. He heard the voice and a chill ran down his spine. It was Miss Van.

The Asian woman had a Louis Vuitton purse and a Kate Spade dress on. The woman usually dressed in sweat suits...baggy clothes....she looked very attractive but Ice knew she was deadly. She was the best fighter he had ever seen. He was scared of her. He was frozen. He couldn't move.

" Smells like shit down here Ice. You want a shower," Van asked with a look of disgust on her face.

Ice was too afraid to speak he just nodded his head.

Van spit in his face. " There you go! Wash up!"

Ice knew better than to not humor Van he began rubbing the spit into his face.

Van walked over to the stove and looked at the jar that was currently in the pot. Ice began shaking. He didn't know if she would approve or not. She was a vile being to him. He wasn't sure if she would beat him again just for the hell of it.

" You know bitch, it's people like you that make my life hard. Bitch ass niggers like you. You dropping the ice too soon Ice. I mean on your records you're God damn G Money. But in the kitchen you cooking like a spoiled husband," She motioned for him to come closer.

Ice slowly walked over. Van reached in her purse and pulled out a crack stem. She handed it to Ice.

" You're done cooking for now. It's time to taste what you cooked," Van stared at Ice with hate in her eyes.

He didn't want to deny her. He couldn't see how they could trust him to cook if he was addicted to crack. But he had records done. He had videos shot. They could get him hooked, tell him to cook, and if he fucked up they could kill him and still get rich off of his name. He knew what not to do though.

Ice was high for five hours. It was the best feeling he ever had in his life.

 
Van hopped in the white BMW with a duffle bag. Vincent was on the phone with The Prince (The Original). Van wasn't worried about getting pulled over. Their organization was apart of a covert operation of distributing drugs into certain areas to hurt certain communities. Both Prince's were bent on the destruction of niggers and to them anyone brainwashed by the "media" was a nigger. The original Prince may have a bit more fame but all the same to two men were all about gentrification. Genocide. The Prince was the lead detective in their party. Vincent was probably the most sensitive of the investigation team. He really didn't want Ice on the crack. Van had to remind him it could be worse. A lot of people thought the gay rituals labels made rappers go through were something created by the so called "white" Illuminati but Afrika Bambaataa was a pedophile and a homosexual and he was a member of the Zulu Nation. This was before hip hop became a corporate monopoly. The physical abuse and now drug abuse was mercy as far as the Prince was concerned. The lipstick wearing androgynous did not affiliate with any male homosexuals. In fact The Prince's had been on record several times disapproving male homosexuality.


You may be wondering what is androgynous? Lipstick? Yes. The Prince wore lipstick. He liked color on his lips. He was a big fan of the Joker from DC comics and liked the look. Plus he was androgynous which is pretty much both sexes in one body. He was a male but a woman on the inside but the woman was gay. Which explains how he and Raven were together. The gay rumors were true but AZ Marie (his cousin Tyra's employee) was not the true version of what Raven was into. Society as a whole wasn't ready for another twist in the homosexuality department which was fine. He and Raven didn't want people in their business anyway. Anyone who was somebody knew. The Prince (the clone) was fine with avoiding the "press" and "media" not knowing the truth. Idiots listened to the news which was mostly nonsense. You think the powers that be wanted to be known? Look at the precautions a good drug dealer takes and they are only in control of people getting high not someones personal welfare.

Van was a good friend to The Prince. They had met through social media. She was one of The Prince's fans. He released music on the web before he had started his own label with Ice. He wouldn't give into industry politics but he had a small buzz on the web. He didn't need the money. He did it for the love. All his music was free to download. He used to do it to piss his family off. Here was a kid that came from suburbia with over one hundred tattoos, racing cars, going to prison,and basically living the life the mainstream gangster rappers rapped about. His parents were doctors and here he was rebelling. Tyra often stood up for him. She didn't associate with his mother or anyone else on her side of the family and seeing as his father (the Japanese soldier) was dead he often felt in the middle of some huge civil war. Mother versus daughter, father versus son, or in his case cousins versus the entire family. Tyra cared for him she was apart of his vision. She wanted him to be successful just like everyone else. They lived in a world of secrecy and after The Prince's last encounter with his "insane" mother he and Tyra thought finally their could be some sort of cease fire between the family. Sadly it didn't work that way. Van got a call late one Saturday night from The Prince.

" Hello," Van said. She was smoking out of a bowl watching the anime Gangsta on her laptop in a hotel in Atlanta. She wore her silk PJs and had just finished eating a late dinner. She didn't know why The Prince was calling so late but he and Vincent were one of the few people she had to pick up for. They were sort of like a family at this point.

" Van we have to talk," The Prince responded.

" That's obvious why else would you call?"

" To listen to you breathe."

Van sighed loudly. " What do you want Marcus? It's late."

" My cousin got a call from one of our connects. It would appear my precious mother is up to her old tricks. The dumb bitch is fifty trying to sell marijuana. She bought about $50,000.00 worth of edibles, oils, and some other shit."

Van stood up out of her bed.

" Her small time dreams are going to draw unwanted attention. I don't know what makes her think she's some sort of dealer but when she's dealing with her stupid husband and even dumber daughter it makes you wonder if she even thought twice about what her decisions would mean for the people I deal with," The Price said to her.

Van began pacing the room. " Her getting busted will bring too much attention to us. People asking too many questions. They're Doctor's what do they need the drug money for? And at fifty this isn't the time to want to be Sosa."

" More like Tony. I don't mind the dealing. She's probably been doing this. I am just getting back into a relationship with her. But her friend took the work then said her house burned down. My step father tried to get her to overdose on self prescribed medication. And my beloved sister robbed her of $18,000.00. I stood by her and as soon as she gets out of the hospital within a week she's back in business with them. That's almost $100,000.00 worth of damage. Her life I would say is priceless but I don't feel like joking right now."

Van would have laughed but she understood when the joke wasn't a joke. "So now what?"

" Honestly she has no loyalty. We have to go underground. I don't know if this whole thing was a set up to get me out in public with her or not. I trust Tyra. I asked for the meeting so I can't be mad when shit like this happens. But we have to make some moves."

" I'm listening."

" Get all the cooked stuff you can. I am going to sell a bundle on the web. I am going to contact the orginial Prince. It would appear Raven has lost her mind again. She just put a bunch of simple women into a loop. She reprogrammed a lot of the girls I was dealing with. The strippers mostly."

" What about Innocent?"

" Raven knew about the clone. The one that was about to start running the club in our dimension. The other one with the Psychic Bots in the other dimension, well I told my original to get her off of the web and off of the smart phone. We don't need any mishaps."

" You know he loves no one. Why would he save her? This shit is backwards. She was supposed to die and the one in this dimension was supposed to live. Dammit Prince what the hell did you do to Raven?"

" Nothing. I was following orders. I was making music. That's it. I've been cheating on Raven since day one. Why all of the sudden would she care?"

" I don't know. Maybe because you are living with her and the kids again. Maybe because you have been playing games from day one and she's fucking sick of it. You wanted to go public about your relationship with her but you're cheating. What did you expect?"

Raven had a lot of connects when it came to computers. The matrix was a film that told the partial truth about life. Yes people were connected through computers. The average person was. Only certain people weren't living a falsified existence. It took a lot of research and intelligence to get unplugged from the matrix. Technology was way more advanced than what the average person thought. Most recently people were being introduced to virtual reality when in real life reality was virtual. Synthetic. The sad thing was some people knew of this and enjoyed it. The real world just didn't do anything for them anymore. They loved the illusion.

" Me? This is my fault Van? She knows what type of man I am. But listen she didn't kill anyone. She reprogrammed them. I can-"

" No," MissVan said shaking her head. " That's how they get killed. She finds out about it then it's war. You're not a hoe. What are you getting out of this? Why can't you let these women go? Think about Trunks and Shakur. Do you want your kids to grow up with a pimp for a father and a murderer for a mother?"

The line went silent.

" Prince what we should be focused on is getting off the radar. You were seen with your mother and regardless of the drug trade she's a prophet like you. This whole thing could be a set up. In fact...when was the last time you spoke to your mother?"

" Weeks ago. She hasn't been picking up her phone."

"Prince you can't be this blind. She is either dead or tracking you by the numbers you call. You have to get off the radar. We all do. Do you think the original Prince will still kill Innocent. And what about the Raven in that dimension? How does she feel about Innocent?"

" That's way above my pay grade. I cannot answer that."

" Have you spoken to the chief about this? Because you're right this is way above our pay grade."

" I haven't spoken to anyone but you and Tyra about this. Vincent doesn't even know about this."

" We have to talk to the Angel about this. All of us. You can't trust The Prince not to kill Innocent. Techincally he has to."

" But what will the cheif do to Raven?"

" That's not our issue.You said she didn't kill Innocent just reprogrammed her. Fuck the other bitches. They are not apart of the prophecy. You have made some great music. No more cheating. No more pimping. Leave it alone," Van paused and smiled sadly. " It's time to be a man Prince. Leave the game alone."

The Prince started coughing. He was obviously smoking while he was on the line with Van.

" Prince, what did you talk to your mother about when you were in the hospital," Van asked.

" I will tell you when we meet up. I can say it even over this private line. But we need to speak to the Angel. You're right. Get the cooked up stuff and you and Vincent meet me at the headquaters. We let this shit turn into a monster. Now we have to answer to somebody. I often wonder why they trusted the world's salvation to a bunch of freaks like us."

" Prince...we're not freaks. We are human. We make mistakes."

" Jesus didn't make mistakes."

" Just because you're a prophet doesn't mean you have to be like Jesus. Times change, people change, the world changes."

The Prince gave a sad laugh. It was rare to see him serious but he honestly was scared. As much as he hated his mom he loved her and she was bent on his destruction it seemed. Van wasn't sure if the woman was jealous because she wanted to be the most successful person in the family or if she just was an unfit mother. The Prince didn't speak too much about her. She knew he had a horrible childhood though. He was an outcast at school. Public school. Then he went to military school where he met Vincent McArthur The Third. His mother and step father sent him there. The Prince had a horrible relationship with his step father. His mother appeared to be praying for his downfall. The Prince once said it was a competition between him and his parents. They wanted to be smarter than him. They wanted to ruin him. The Prince once told her a story of where he had collected over 500 comics. He got locked up and his parents sold the entire collection. The Princes said that was nothing compared to some of the other things that transpired between his family. She didn't know if he was joking or not.

"I once thought I was the second coming. The Angel sometimes says I am. But with shit like this happening I realize how short I fall from the grace of God and the Goddess. The sad thing is I am not even the orginial. I can't imagine what he goes through. I always wanted Raven. I always wanted the money. I always wanted this. The powers. The girls. But this shit is getting too much," The Prince sounded sad.

"Stop it Prince. You sound like a fucking bitch."

She could hear The Prince smile. "I always like a good road trip."

And with that they were on the run. They had went rogue. No address. They knew what the cheif would say. Save Innocent. They were heading to the headquaters to meet with The Prince. Her, Vincent, and over three hundred thousand dollars worth of crack cocaine. Ice had been cooking for over a month now they had several million dollars worth of crack cocaine being sold in neighborhoods and over the web. The weird thing was most of their clients were police. They bought the crack and put it in the hood. They knew who was dealing so they made the arrest. They were winning on both sides. The organization they worked for was called Satan's Prophets. They cared not for the poor and the dumb. The organization felt it was ultimatley the criminals decision. Despite the situation the small time dealers were in they ultimatley in charge of their own destiny. No one forced them to sell the crack. They used that as an excuse. The worst thing about it was they listened to people like Jay-Z while they hustled. A man that made it out of the projects by learning the english language. Instead of letting this story inspire and owning their own company, clothing line, and becoming moguls all they heard were the lyrics and they took them literal. Fools. These people listened to music about kilos and would die over grams. The drug game was a trap and rappers even told this to the people that listened to the music. Very few would ever reach Kingpin status and even then you could be caught. The only successful dealers were the ones that had political ties. Eugenics. That was what it was all about. Survival of the fittest.

" I am not so sure Raven doesn't know about the other Innocent. I think we should bring the whole situation up when we get to the headquaters. There is no telling what could happen if she knows but we tell no one," Vincent said as he started the luxury car. He was dressed in his white button up and black tie with a pair of black slacks. His hair was flawless as usual but he looked tired. His eyes were red. He hadn't slept in over thirty six hours.

"The Prince says she doesn't know," Van replied lighting a joint up.

"He also doesn't know shit about the Raven in the other dimension. He also didn't know she was going to go ape shit and reprogram this Innocent along with some cheap strippers and whatever else the Prince has been sleeping around with."

"Listen I don't like it just as much as you but we can't believe she's that fucking jealous. To the point where she would go against the propechy."

"Technically she's not. Listen she reprograms the Innocent here. Then gets the Innocent killed in the other dimension. Technically that's what's supposed to happen. Technically."

"But it's supposed to happen a certain way. The Prince plays a big part in it."

"Technically he has. He caused the shit."

"Can you stop using technically so much please."

Vincent chuckled. He stopped the car at a red light and pulled out his electronic cigarette. He took a few puffs and looked in the rearview. A cop car was escorting them to the headquaters.

Vincent's phone rang. He answered it. "Hello?"

The caller hung up.

Vincent turned to Van. "You don't think she would try and have us reprogrammed do you? I mean is that even possible."

"Not that I know of...but-"

The car in front of them swerved. Vincent hit the brakes too slow. He almost collided with the bumper of the car but was able to avoid it at the last minute by switching lanes. However, the car a car collided with their bumper shortly after that. The impact was major. The dual stage airbags went into affect as the BMW spun and hit the car in front of them.

Van cursed. She covered her face hoping no glass would shatter and she would be cut. She heard honking horns then saw the cop lights. The BMW slammed against the divider and she and Vincent looked at each other in fear. Vincent's phone rang again.

"Don't answer it. I bet every car on this highways phone is ringing," Van said. She examined herself. She was fine. The car on the other hand wouldn't start.

There was a gunshot. Then another. A scream. Then the back window to the BMW exploded.

"Someone's shooting at us," Vincent said ducking down after unbuckling his seatbelt.

"No shit," Van replied reaching in her purse and pulling out a Star 9mm.

"Van she probably reprogrammed the cop. If you kill him we are going to be in some huge trouble. The chief may not be able to get us out of jail in a quick enough time. He doesn't even know where we are. Plus we got all of this crack on us. Van keep your cool."

Van rolled her eyes. Vincent had a point. "Only one thing you can do then. Wipe some minds."

Vincent was a telepath. His orginial was stronger than him and he was responsible of training the Psychic Bots like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. He was very powerful and could control people's thoughts. Vincent the clone was also a great telepath. His abilities were raw though. He couldn't always control them. It was apart of the curse of being a clone they were never as good as the original. This was a crucial moment. Everyone who had picked up their phone on the highway had to get the memory erased. Vincent had never done anything like that before. He knew how to wipe memories. He had done it to Innocent before. The day he met her outside of the club...

Another gun shot. Van ducked down in her seat. She turned and saw the police officer that was escorting them getting closer. Other people were getting out of their cars and approaching the BMW. Van aimed the gun out of the broken window and pulled the trigger once. The cop's head snapped back and he fell backwards to the hard concrete road. He was dead instantly. The bullet hit him between the eyes. "Once less mind to wipe. Let's go Vincent! Get to work."

Vincent closed his eyes. He felt like he was leaving his body for a brief second. He read the minds of the people approaching the BMW. They all wanted to attack him and Van. They wanted to stop them from meeting The Prince. He tried to see who had reprogrammed these people but as he tried to find this out his head started to ache. He struggled to gain control of his gift. The gift the Angel had given him. He inhaled sharply. He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Van...

"What the hell are you doing Vincent? Let's go," He heard her yell.

The next thing he remembered they were in a stolen police car. He was shaking and Van was telling him he would be alright. He felt blood on his lips. His nose was bleeding. He tried to regain focus. "Did I do it Van?"

"Shush. Be quiet. We'll talk about it later."

He saw her put the police officer's pistol in her bag...then he passed out.



The Prince pulled his pants up as his mother's best friend put make up on in the bathroom. She had given him the rest of the edibles and oils she had gotten from his mother and they had sex in a room at the Marriot in downtown Augusta. He actually had no bad feelings for his mother. He honestly was attracted to her best friend Josie. She was hispanic and had been in a secret relationship with him for years. It was a pety rivalry between his parents. If his mother found out about the relationship she would probably flip out but if Raven found out The Prince didn't know what she would do. Her jealous streak as of late was disgusting to him. He wasn't going to change who he was. Yes he had Christian values but he also wore a kufi at times. The way he figured it women overpopulated the Earth period. Even if every man got married their would still be single women. Every man. The dudes in prison, the homosexuals, and the list goes on. The Prince didn't lost for women. He knew the statistics. Only a fool would beg for women to him. He had his fair share of women. Josie was with him for the sex he figured. She was a personal trainer. Her body was flawless. She was built in all the right places. The Prince laid in the huge bed and took a bite out of a marijuana brownie.

"You know sweet love we can't keep doing this. I hate your mother for what she did to you growing up so I like to make sure my baby is well taken care of but after this I have to move on. You undrestand right," Josie asked.

"Of course Ms. Josie. I thank you for the experience. You have always been a blessing to me in the bedroom. You know so many tricks it would seem. Tasting you is always incredible. This is our final score fifty thousand."

"Yes. What do you plan on doing with your share?"

"Investing. My children need things. I will put it away for a rainy day."

The Prince got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom where Josie wore nothing but a bra and panties. He hugged her from behind, his pelvic area against her buttocks. This was the last time. The last cheat. He was going to try to work things out with his baby mother. He was suprised to find out Raven hadn't done anything to his psychiatrist. She knew they were having sex but that was one thing Raven wasn't going to mess with. The Prince's mental health meant a lot to her and him. She had lost him several times to the asylum. The Prince was about to give up his religion for a woman. He was satisified. He had gotten his mother for fifty thousand. The eighteen thousand his half sister had stolen was small change compared to his score. The sad thing was he didn't need the money. Ice's video "Tragic" had gone viral. He was making plenty of cash from the cocaine trade but one thing he hated was a disloyal vindictive woman. He did nothing negative so when a negative aura comes around him he could spot it easily and if it was directed at him he knew it was pure hate and pure evil that wanted to see him fail.

"I would ask your next move but we don't need any feelings involved," Josie said as she grinded her ass against his penis.

The Prince chuckled and checked his watch. He could go another round. Vincent and Van wouldn't be in Augusta until later. He had about three hours to spare.

The television was blasting the news throughout the room. The Prince heard the word "supernatural" and stopped kissing Josie on her neck. He walked out into the bedroom and listened intently.

"- The male then floated above the mayhem with the Asian woman and landed on top of the cop car. Ten people are now in a coma and a police officer dead. The phone that captured all of this was in the hands of what the police are calling disfigured gentlemen that was shot at point blank range from a 9mm pistol. If anyone has any information on a stolen police vehicle or knows who these culprits could be please report by calling the police department. These people are highly dangerous. This is actual footage from the smart phone," The news reporter spoke and the screen went to footage of Miss Van shooting a gun in the air as people approached her and Vincent. The people were walking like zombies. The next clip was Van flying through the air like Superman with Vincent flying as well. The Prince knew it was Van's powers to manipulate gravity that had gotten the two people afloat.
"Oh Dios mío," Josie said.

The cover was blown. The Prince sat on the bed shaking his head. The brownies were taking affect. He looked at Josie and sighed. He had to go. He looked at one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes across and thought to himself that he had went out with a bang. Now it was back to business. His propechy was coming true. The armageddon had started.