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~  Devon Ledbetter  ~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QLtzUeCAEs
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Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Pull up to your mammy house
I put yo family straight to sleep
Riding with the duster by my side
I'm about to sweep the streets
Tell them hoes I stole this murder when I hit they fuckin' town
Tato tip all on that bitch so they don't make no sound
It's the Grey 59, step inside the Columbine
Where you witness your demise
And this throne will still be mine
Grey Gorilla Mac 9, make your heart flat line
Speaking bout my fucking clique
Buckle up and throw down

Oh shit, here we go
These percs and xans, I'm feelin' low
We skrrt the Porsche, the engine blow
I been too rich, now watch me glow
Draco twitch now, watch me empty out a clip
Shoot, shoot, shoot, bet your luck I'll hit yo shit
VVS my neck, jeweled out too, my wrist
Where the hunnid, hunnid, hunnid
Smoke in a brick
I got too much on me, that's why your bitch, she want me
Iced out, all gold, hear the boy froze

Watchin' for the police cause they always tryna catch me mane
A 2-11 in progress, I'm bout to rob this sucka out his shit
Tie him up and tape his mouth, tell this bitch don't make no sound
Throw that busta in the trunk, bout to take him Hellbound
Out the grave, you can't kill what's dead
I like my room bloody red
My souvenir, this sucka head
And in the water is where he dread
Tearin' up the hot lead
I like the shotty cus its' spread
Fuckin' with the killa, promise by the end
You'll be dead


 

LB was born to Felicia and Mark Ledbetter in the heart of Rancho in cheap housing. The family didn't have much but they did their best to keep their heads above water, no matter how much the world around them made its best attempts to drown them in the sea of poverty. He attended school and with the guidance of his loving parents, he seemed to have a bright future ahead of him. He would grow up to have a better life than his parents ever did. The young blonde-headed boy dreamed of being on television or on the radio, where his voice could be heard, his face could be seen, people the world over knowing his name. It was late middle school as the boy was entering pubescence that the real world began to bare its fangs in hopes of sinking them deep into his neck. All around him, LB witnessed the darkness that the world had to offer: rape, murder, theft, crippling addiction, homelessness. With every month that went by, it felt as though the world around him was closing in, and that sinking feeling was growing all too strong. It was when a red envelope sat upon the dinner table one evening, his father unable to take his eyes off of it, that things began to change. From that letter in his father's hands, his eyes rose to his son and began to weep. He was laid off from his job. Any sort of progress the family had made in recent years crumbled to dust within moments. One by one, the utilities are turned off, until the house is lit by candles and they get water from water bottles that LB has to shoplift from the gas station. After teachers from Devon's school begin to hear about his living conditions, they report his parents to the government and within a week, LB is taken into state custody at just the age of fifteen.

From here, LB is placed in a shelter with other teenagers facing similar situations. He continues to attend school from here, but the trauma of losing everything and being forcefully ripped away from his parents molds his mind in an unfortunate way. Many of the other young people at the shelter are delinquents, some representing gangs despite being as young as fourteen years old. These habits and mannerisms make their way into Devon's personal psyche, further changing him to fit a similar image as the rest of them. By the time his parents regain custody of him two years later, he is no longer the young man they knew him as. He was rough around the edges and held a total lack of disrespect for them, perhaps even hatred. He had lost a lot of weight as he had begun taking drugs, mostly opioids and similar prescription medicines. After a few months of living home again, it is clear that he is incapable of residing under the same roof after police either escort him home in the early hours of the morning or drag him away into the back of a cruiser. He becomes emancipated and picks up two jobs - gas station clerk and factory line worker - in an effort to make rent in his grungy apartment in East Los Santos. Now, at eighteen, he spends his time either locked up in his room doing drugs, thinking about the long lost dreams he held of being famous, or out on the streets in search of an opportunity, be it legitimate or not.

 

STATS

Age: 17

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 170

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