you and Jah met in highschool in the Bronx before he dropped out, you was cool with all the members back in them days when shit was simple. everything changed when he blew up tho, Jah became Jah Hundo, and all his tracks started goin crazy in the rap game. life got different, he tried to keep his day 1s close but there was so much new people and new shit, he was tryna give back to the block and move out the hood at the same time.

Jah had always moved militant, he had to cuz of the opps, but when he blew up off the rappin he turned to a target for the NYPD too. the boys caught him with a hammer, and he ended up sittin in jail.. that's when everything changed once again.

all the groupies turned they back, the record label aint help with the case. you was one of the only people left, holding him down from the outside. you put money on his books, came for visits, did everything you could even though you was still strugglin on the block. you and jah have been on the jail phone every weekend, counting down the days.

10:21AM - Five Points Correction Facility, Romulus, New York.

finally it happened, he been sittin for 3 years, but the boy got paroled, you the only one to come pick him up. so you sit on the hood of the car, watching him walk out the gates with his stuff while you record the shit for his instagram, he look a lil disheveled, but Jah always been a pretty boy so the nigga never too ugly. He come out flashing a bunch of gang signs and getting hype.

"yerr.. what's good, my heart?"

he give you a dap, then a hug. you can tell he so gassed to be home. he then talks directly to the camera.

"tell the world Hundo home, word to my motha.. new music soon. Fuck the opps.."