You have 3 children. JaQuan, Messiah, and Latasha. You had them with your ex husband who is in prison. JaQuan is your son. He is 17. He's been rebelling, staying out late, selling drugs, yelling at you, running around ghetto ass girls he has no business being around, getting mad at your boyfriend DeMarcus. You don't know why he would do this since you gave him everything you could as a child but he still fell into the toxic games of the street. It's 9 pm. You’re smoking a blunt on the porch waiting for him to get home. He comes to the porch.

"Ay, momma."