In This World by Myself

Gabos { God Angels Bless Our Streets}

Tyler Gore and Inmate writer in FL. D.o. C.
 where he and other inmates are writing their own books.
They are Blessing the streets from inside the prison walls with each book to teach the kids they can do it too.

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Acknowledgments from the book {In This World By Myself } by Tyler Gore

Acknowledgments

What Now

                    God, I been in this cell for 5 dayz now…. (that lockdown for the ones who don’t know) and for the first time in a long time, I can feel you pulling the strings of my heart to write a story that wants only touch you, but millions across the world….

                   I know father god I’m far from perfect… but today August 8, 2016. As the tears pared down my face, I begged you to come into my life. I knew I needed to make a change” and I’ve come to the realization that without you God, I’ll always be lost.

                  Father God I’ve been in prison going on 17 years. I keep repeating the same thing over & over again.

                   I came to realization that I’m tired. I’m tired of hurting my family with the stupid decisions I make. I know I’m lost. So, I’m calling out to you. I don’t know how I’ll make it thru what I’m going thru. I’m sure you will make a way. Father God I ask you from the depths of my soul. my heart that you will come into my life & change me, cause if you don’t, I see my road is nothing but destruction. I’m crying out to you on my behalf. My family, my friends & even my enemies’ behalf. that you change me before I self-destruct. Father God I couldn’t speak theses’ words out loud to just you, but I wanted to let my loved ones know that I’m sorry & that I really want God to change me inside out. Thank you, father god,

Love ur son

Fatboy

               I dedicate this book to my mother Rosa Lee Walls ‘who always told me to trust in God. If it wasn’t for your prayers. I know I wouldn’t be here today. So, thank you & I love you dearly., Shakial Fowler, Tykia S. A. Gore & Tazzaria Gore. Man, I don’t know what I would do without y'all. 2013 Y'all came back in my life & showed me what real love was & I’m so Thankful for that, I know I’m still hardhead, but with God that will soon change, I’m tired of hurting ya’ll. So, it’s time I better myself & gives myself to God. Shakia I love you & our daughters more than anything in this world and I pray that one day God will answer my prayers to home with you all. I love Y'all so much. When I write it tears sting my eyes.

               I must move on to all my sisters, Tiffany Rose Gore, who will help this book get published. Thank you for all your support. I know you get tired of me writing you when I’m in trouble. Troubles don’t last always. I do believe things happen for a reason, so I thank god even when I don’t know how I’ll get thru this. I guess I rely on God to show me the way. Big sis I love you & you’re not just my oldest sister you are my best friend & business partner “thanks for believing in me. Tia R. Gore & Tisha R. Gore, thank you, both for always having my back no matter what. I know if I ever needed ya’ll I could count on you both and for that I that I am grateful, I love you both. One day soon God will bring me home. Its gone happen. Trust & believe.

           A shout out to all my nieces, please forgive me if I spell your name wrong, Y'all know who I’m talking bout, from the oldest to least. I love you all more than ya’ll will ever realize. Trirena Marylee Anderson, I love you. Tashamah Galloway, I love you, Blessing Woods, I love you. Bre woods, I love you and to Mrs. Pretty Zuri my youngest niece, I love you.

          Now, my two nephews, I hope ya’ll grow up to love the lord with all ya’ll heart cause the only way to win in life is with God. I love you, Dale & Chris. Please learn from my mistakes & make your momma proud.

            To all my other loved ones. Thresa Carpenter” I told you, I  would remember to put your name in the next book. You need to talk to your daughter.But I know God is working on her heart. I love you all. Praise God always when you are feeling down & out. Call on God, he will always b-there. 

             First & foremost all praise is due to my creator the one who created heaven & earth and hell for all the haters” but also man & beast “Thank You"

Second, I would like to thank all my family members who have held me down & supported me thru all these years, 

    My backbone Tiffany Gore my oldest sister “the one who knows what it’s like to go through what I’m going thru, just to make it to the top. We're going to make it just keep doing you. You know the truth on both sides for me & you tell it like it is. Even when it hurt and Sis trust god.

           Theresa CarpenterYou came out the blue, but since that time you have held me down & also gave me the strength to keep writing these stories I hope this is one that will touch you. I love ya.

          To my daughters. Tykia, Tazzaria & Tyron Gore, I love you all & I hope to make ya’ll proud, just know anything in life you want, it’s yours for the taking, dream big and work hard. I love ya’ll so much I’ll be home real soon,

        To all the one who I know love, but too busy to show it. I still love ya’ll.

I’ll be home soon I love ya’ll. To all who support me by reading my stories “Thanks! “  

It means a lot to me.

Finally, Uncle Larry & Auntie Kathy Thank you

When I call ya’ll always there for me appreciate all ya’ll do for me.

            My brother Jeff Gore, I love you Nig, even tho you know bout the struggle”

I serve a God who blesses me every time I look up, keep ya head up & stay outta trouble.

 To all my real friends ya’ll know who ya’ll iszzzz

B-E-Z

Love Always

Fatboy

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Chapter Two ( God Bless a Child That Can Hold His Own By Tyler Gore )

                                

  It was a brief ride out to the country where pokey bought his mom a brand new five bedroom, two and a half bathroom house. He was listening to some throwback Tupac “Life Goes On.” That’s easy to say he was thinking as he reminisced to the lyrics. Catching a lone tear trying to escape from his eye as the song came to an end he popped in Plies’- One Day. Listening to this song had him reflecting real hard. When he pulled up to Mrs. Queens house he noticed that her place was the one packed with all the cars. I guess Mrs. Queen still throwing parties; hate to be the bearer of bad news and crash the party, but I got to let her know pokey won’t be around no more. “Damn, how am I supposed to tell her this fuck shit,” he was thinking as he stepped out the car. Before he could take three steps, the door flew open and ran out Mrs. Queen, smiling. “Hey, baby. How are you doing,” she asked as Fatboy just stared at the ground. “Damn boy, you can’t talk no more? I said, how are you doing, “she asked again with her hands on her hips. Fatboy looked up and responded,” Mrs. Queen we gotta talk.” “Duh! That’s what I been trying to do since you pulled up. You see an old lady throwing a party and you me out here looking crazy.” “Ma, listen, we gotta talk.” “ Oh shit,” she said. “The only time you call me Ma, is if something is wrong, so this got to be bad.” “ check it, pok… “Before he got a chance to say what needed to be said the party came outside. Everyone started giving him dap and hugs.” Hold up ya’ll, be quiet, Mrs. Queen yelled over the noise.” He was about to tell me something about my pokey. Right?” “ yes Mrs. Queen, but look, “he said grabbing her arm and leading her into the house away from the crowd so they could be alone.” I don’t really know how to tell you this…” “ what, pokey in jail?” “ No ma’am.” “Then what is it?” “pokey gone,” said Fatboy. “Gone where?” “ gone, he gone. He ain’t coming back.” “ coming back from where boy? Where my son at? Tell me what the hell you talking about!” “pokey got killed today. We was walking to the park to look out for the little kids, and some niggas ran down on us blasting and shot pokey. I’m sorry. He died in my arms.” “ No, no, you lying, “she yelled.” I would never lie to you about something like this.” No. not my baby boy. He finally got his life on track. He was doing so good.” “I know Mrs. Queen, I know, and I’m hurting just as much as you.” “Where he at? Where is my baby at?” “His at the morgue. The shit happened early this morning, about three hours ago.” “ And you just now telling me this, “ Mrs. Queen started crying.” I went home to get my mind right. I’m sorry I didn’t come straight here. I was going through it and I couldn’t think straight.” “ Get out! Get out Fatboy! Please get out! You let my baby get killed,” she screamed, trying to slap Fatboy as he walked out the door. Everybody ran up to him because he had tears streaming down his face. “Fatboy, what’s up?” “ you okay?” “ Naw, I’ll never be okay. I lost my best friend today and his mother think I let him get killed,” was his response to all of their questions as he walked towards his car. Right before he got in, Re`nee, pokey’s little sister, runs up. “ Hey bro, what’s up?” Damn Re`nee. Your brother got killed today,” Fatboy told her hopping into his car. As he backed out, he saw Re`nee drop to her knees and start beating the ground. “ God, why my dawg? Why her son? Why her brother? Damn, life fucked up, but I gotta clear my mind. Niggas going to pay for this shit. I gotta get back in the game and it’s going to be hell to pay. Anybody that gets in the way getting murked. No questions asked,” Fatboy said, pulling off. 

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Chapter One ( God Bless A Child That Can Hold His Own )

 

                                                             

      Pokey, watch out, “ Fatboy screamed as he saw the black beat-up car turn around at full speed, an AK-47 sticking out the back window. Tat-tat- tat-tat was the only sound heard as the car sped by, turning another corner. Fatboy looked left and right to make sure the coat was clear. Taking a cautious step he called out, “Yo Pokey -Pokey.” As he called his one true friend, he heard a low moan, looked to his right and saw his best friend lying in a pool of his own blood. Running over in a state-of-shock, he reached his friend, only to hear him say, “Dang, its over. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed Pokey’s bullet-ridden body and slowly placed his dying body in his lap. “Pokey, you hear me? You gonna be okay,” Fatboy told him as he felt the tears escaping from his eyes. “They coming dawg. The ambulance on the way. They going to fix you up, good as new. Just hold on my nigga, “whispered Fatboy. Pokey heard his friend telling him to hold on, but it was hard. “Fat, it’s burning my nigga. My body on fire,” Pokey moaned, struggling to breathe. “Just keep talking to me and hold on,” Fatboy said, “I hear them coming now.” Fatboy looked up and saw people huddled around them, trying to see what was happening. “what the fuck y’all looking at,” snapped Fatboy,” get some help. Somebody help my dawg!” “Fat…Fa… Fatboy, “Pokey stuttered.” Dawg, its okay. I’m ready to leav…leave thi…thi…this world, and go… go on, to the…next li…lif…life.” “Naw dawg, just hold on. You got to fight my nigga, “said Fatboy.” I…I can’t, “Pokey stammered, reaching up with the little strength he had left, and wiping a tear from his friend's eye. “Fat… Fatboy, it’s over. Be strong my nigga and…and never sto…stop ‘ti…’til the worl…word…world is yours, “he said as he took his last breath. “No my nigga,” cried out Fatboy, shaking Pokey to no avail.” He went young man an old lady said, shaking her head as she saw the pain in his eyes. She knew somebody was going to pay dearly for this young man’s anguish.” He gone baby. The good lord done took him on up to Heaven. “She reached a hand out to help him up, but instead she saw him just drop his head, look back up at her, then close his friend’s eyes. Standing up, he looked down at his dead friend and whispered, “My nigga, I love you and I promise to bring death to whoever took your life from at the sad old woman who looked like she had lost her own child and told her, “Thank you.” Watching him walk off slowly with his head held high, she silently said, “God protect that poor child.” Not knowing that Fatboy could and would stand on his own, receiving strength from his dead friend like he never knew. “Now I got to get myself together,” he thought while looking down at his bloody clothes. “Damn, my nigga gone.” Stopping to look over his shoulder, he saw the paramedics laying a sheet over Pokey. Memories of them together flashed before his eyes. He smiled as tears slowly slid down his cheeks. Wiping them away, he started walking home. When he entered the house, his oldest daughter, Tykia, ran up and gave him a hug. “Hey daddy,” she said, only to have him kiss her on top of her head and keep walking. As he walked into the den, he saw his youngest daughter asleep in his favorite chair. He kissed her and let her sleep. When he stood his wife was looking at him from the doorway, concern all over her face. “Baby, what happened? Are you okay,” she asked, looking at the blood covering his clothes.” I’m okay,” he responded, as he walked by her. “Talk to me, Shakia screamed. “What happened? Why you all bloody? You promised me you were done with the street life,” she yelled running up to hold him, but he closed the door in her face, locking himself in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself. “How one minute you and your best friend living life to the fullest, got everything and anything you ever wanted, then the next minute, your best friends life is gone,” he said as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He punched the mirror causing it to shatter and fall all over the floor. Shakia started kicking the door, yelling, “Baby, open this damn door! Please. Are you okay?” “Listen, Shakia, please just let me mourn my loss solo. I promise I’ll be alright, “he cried as he sank to the floor holding his head in his hands.” I’ll be okay, “he kept telling himself, but he knew in his heart that he wouldn’t be himself again until whoever did this was laying six feet deep, just like his friend. As he started to wipe a falling tear from his eye a song by plies popped in his head, 1 Day. Listening to the song play out in his head he realized that he needed to let Pokey’s mother know what happened to her son. He jumped in the shower and memories of Pokey and him came flashing back. How they used to clown, the first day they met in k-mart projects, all the money they made together, and other times they had hung out together. All that was just a memory now he thought as he turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around himself, and walked into his room. As he entered the room he saw his lovely wife lying in their bed reading a book called “G.A.B.O.S- The Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy.” She looked up and saw him and the pain etched on his face. She put the book down, got out of bed, and made her way to him wrapping her arms around him. She asked, “Baby, what happen? Talk to me.” As he began to talk he lowered his head on her shoulder for a minute, then looked up and said, “Baby, just know this…no matter what happens in this life, I’ll always love you.” Removing her arms from around him, he walked into the closet and began searching for clothes.” What the fuck does that supposed to mean, Fatboy? What the fuck does that mean? What the hell did I do that you shutting me out? Talk to me please, “she began to cry. “Alright,” Fatboy said, coming out the closet dressed in all black. “And where you going, “she said. “ Listen, you want to know what happened, just be quiet. The blood you seen on me, that was Pokeys blood. We was on, on our way to the park, and some niggas just pulled up blasting. Murk my dawg in broad daylight like he wasn’t shit. That’s what’s wrong with me. My nigga gone.” “So now you bout to go do something stupid and fuck your life up,” she began to scream, “You got a family to worry about.” Yeah, you right, but Pokey was also my family, or you forgot that! Without Pokey, we wouldn’t have shit. Nothing! Not this big old house, not all these cars, not millions sitting in all our bank accounts! So, remember one thing; me and Pokey was family, too.” “Baby I know that, but we need you.” As soon as she said that Tykia and Tazzaria walked in the room, holding hands. Looking at the faces of his two beautiful daughters made him want to just chill, but he knew he couldn’t so he called his little girls over to him, “Tykia and Tazzaria, come here for a minute,” he said, with his arms out. When they walked into his arms and hugged him, he began to shed tears.” “Daddy, why you crying,” Tazzaria asked as she looked at her daddy, who she loved more than anything.” Shh Baby, I’m okay. I just want you and Ty to know something. Today Uncle Pokey when to heaven. That’s why y’all see me shedding tears.” “Are we going to move daddy, “Tazzaria asked.” Naw baby, everything gonna be the same, just Uncle Pokey won’t be around no more.” “Okay Daddy.” “So listen, y’all go have fun, and later on when I come back home, we’ll go out to eat or something,” he said, kissing both of his daughters on top of the head before they left the room. “Baby, promise me you ain’t going to do nothing stupid, ”Shakia said. “I can’t promise you nothing I don’t know.” “What about us? What about your daughters,” Shakia asked, tears rolling down her face.” Believe me, I’ve thought about that and one thing we both know is, if something happen to me, y’all will be well taken care of.” “Fatboy, do you really think we care about all this,” she said, pointing around the room. “You can take all this shit back to wherever it came from. As long as we got you, we’ll be happy.” “Damn baby, listen. I know all that, but I can’t let them get away with killing my best friend. I just can’t.” “I’ll find out, trust me. Money talk and loose lips sink ships. Whoever did it will brag about how they murked a top nigga in the streets. It’s just a matter of time.” Before he could say anything else, there was a knock at the door.” I got it, “Tykia yelled.” No baby, I’ll get it, “Fatboy hollered reaching under the mattress to snatch the loaded 9mm kept there. Tucking it behind his back, he started towards the door, but stopped and turned around.” Shakia, I’ll be back, I promise and I won’t do nothing stupid unless I’m forced to and once this is handled, I’m done. He told her. Watching her get back in bed and grad the book carried a very true statement. The game wasn’t based on sympathy. The sound of the doorbell ringing again brought him back to the present. I’m coming, chill,’ he yelled as he opened the door, gun hidden from view, just in case. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him.” Pop Larry! What you doing her? Fatboy asked. I heard about what happed to Pokey earlier and I know you. I thought maybe you could use a lil help. Pop Larry you came home from doing damn near all your life in prison and I can’t see you going back because of me. I appreciate you not wanting to see me back, but you know I’m my own man. I know that Pop Larry, but at the same time, I can handle it. If I need you – you know I’ll call you. Alright now. Don’t be afraid to come on out them bushes. I’m round the corner if you need me. Alright Pop Larry, said Fatboy, giving the old man some dap before he walked off. Damn, Pop Larry still a fool, Fatboy was thinking while he walked toward the all-white box Chevy sitting on dubs. When he hopped in the ride it occurred to him that he just might be able to use Pop Larry, but first he had to let Mrs. Queen know what was up.

God Bless A Child That Can Hold His Own ( By: Tyler Gore )

                      Everything that they touched turned to gold. Then one fateful day everything turned sour and one friend is left alone to avenge the death of his best friend. He fights to stay out the game, but the call for revenge is greater than anything. Almost losing everything including his life. He refused to quit until every single soul, that had anything to do with the death of his dog was buried 6 feet deep. After promising his wife, He was done with the streets. He breaks that promise to keep the word he made to a dying friend. As the words go against him. He realizes friends are his strongest foes and his time of need. He understood the saying,” blood is thicker than water.”

                 Almost giving up, he doesn’t because he knows,

                      “God Bless A Child That Can Hold His Own.”

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