Stories

I’m posted
I’m  up in the spot
With  them boys
They ready to trap
I was busy pumping the blunt
With  that 40 cal sitting in my lap
All  I’m thinking about
Is the dope
Got  a quarter key up in the back
So before I can get up and move
I got hit over the head with a gat
Now they yelling
Where  is the dope
Where is the guns
Where is the money

And I’m screaming fuck all of you pigs
You find it yourself
You won’t get it from me
Now they put me off
Up in the chair
Then they put a gun up to my head
Said you better tell us where the stash at
Or your punk ass gonna wind up dead

It was three white cops and a black dude
This is not a raid this is a jack move
They put a knife up on the stove
They made it real hot
They cut off my tattoo
I’m bleeding badly but don’t bend though
They mad I won’t give up no info

They said punk you don’t know what you in for
Then they bust my eardrum with a pencil
I’m like fuck this shit really hurts
You niggas are dirty you might as well kill me
He said yep pulled a gun from his hip
Then he hit me in the chest with a millie?

Now I’m looking off into my death
Barely can breathe
Gasping for breath
That’s when I knew they found all my shit
When that sound went crack on my step
I heard, “most important thing in business is honesty
Integrity, hard work, family, never forgetting where we came from
See you are what you are in this world. That’s either one of two things
You’re either somebody or you’re nobody.”

Woke up to a call about 7:30
The plug said he gonna send a package early
I sent the money knowing he was trustworthy
Next couple days came and I ain’t had nothing but frustration
Out here checking other folks’ mail
When I called this nigga phone it’s going straight to voice mail
I know he ain’t gonna cross me like his boy did
I’ll fuck around and chop him up
And throw him off a bridge
Check it damn he block me even on that hoe shit
Got on my girl phone quick and I requested him
Couple minutes later he accepted it
And so now I’m about to wreck some shit
I gotta find out where it went sour at
Might pop up at his crib
And pop a 40 to his shower cap

But instead I let an hour pass
Seem like in all her pictures she was shaped like an hour glass
Two hours back I’m checking the location of his latest snap
So I can pop up on that nigga and see where it go from there
He telling me he sent it but
Without a cap or that pistol on my hip
Shot him in his fucking chest

Drove back to the house to see the package there

Damn!