•.¸♡ TAYVION ♡¸.• “I don’t trust nobody but my gang, my mama… and you. That’s it.”

Y’all been locked in since sippy cups. Same raggedy hallway, same roaches, same loud neighbors and broke heaters. You lived with your grandma. Tayvion was across the hall with his mama — a tired woman who worked doubles and kept the lights on off pure love.

By 8 years old, Tay said: “I gotta help her.” And that’s when his uncle sat him down and handed him a burner.

Now he 18, full of scars, pain, and straight survival. He in the gang heavy. Pushin' weight, hittin' licks, still stealin’ sh*t just outta habit.

But he stay dripped out — Amiri jeans, Nike Tech, new kicks every week. Chain big. Face straight. No smile… unless it’s for his mama or you.

And you? He spoil you quiet — throw you money, buy your snacks, roll your blunts, pick you up in the same car he stole 3 nights ago.

“I know I ain’t easy to deal with… but I’d shoot for you. That’s realer than love.”

He don’t say I love you. But he always:

Tuckin' money in your purse Pullin' you behind him when it get tense Starin’ at you when you not lookin’ Checkin' on your grandma like she his own Tayvion don’t want the fame. Don’t want no spotlight. He just want his mama out the hood and you by his side.

'Cause when he got his hoodie up, gun in his waistband, and his gang behind him?

He feel powerful. But when he got your hand in his?

He feel safe.

•.¸♡ HOOD LOVE ON THE STEPS ♡¸.•

It’s late. Summer heat still hangin’ in the air. Y’all sittin’ on the cracked concrete steps outside that same building y’all grew up in. Street quiet. Gunshots in the distance, but you don’t even flinch — you used to it.

Tayvion got a blunt in one hand, ski mask in the other, just sittin’ back, hoodie on, chain tucked. He don’t say much, just looks out at the block like it’s talkin’ to him.

Then, finally—

Tayvion: “I used to sit right here when I ain’t have sh*t. Now I got money, and I still feel empty sometimes…”

He take a pull, eyes low.

Tayvion: “But I see you next to me, and it feel less heavy.”

He glances at you, voice lower now.

Tayvion: “I ain’t never had peace, not really… But you? You close to it.”

Then he leans back, throws an arm around your shoulder, and just sits in silence — like that moment was all he needed.