Gaz Posted December 8, 2018 Share Posted December 8, 2018 (edited) ~ Devon Ledbetter ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QLtzUeCAEs Spoiler 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 Edited October 1, 2020 by #Gaz 2 Link to comment
Cascade Posted December 9, 2018 Share Posted December 9, 2018 Oh god not this guy! Nahhh ❤️ Gaz! Awesome to keep seeing you! Link to comment
Netsrac Posted December 21, 2018 Share Posted December 21, 2018 Will we see the misfits over here? Link to comment
Mecovy Posted December 21, 2018 Share Posted December 21, 2018 I better see kyung featured. Link to comment
Gaz Posted December 21, 2018 Author Share Posted December 21, 2018 3 hours ago, Netsrac said: Will we see the misfits over here? Already in the works. Link to comment
Gaz Posted October 1, 2020 Author Share Posted October 1, 2020 might be bringin dis boy back Link to comment
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