Four friends living in the slums of Brooklyn, New York struggle with the crime and violence imbedded into their lives while also going through their own personal struggles which yet can be their downfall.
Stirring in his sleep 18-year old Nasir Thomas woke up to his babymother towering over him holding their new born baby boy Akeem Thomas in one hand and his clothes in the other.
"Mane what the hell is you doing Mariah, Youn see a nigga tryna sleep." He groaned turning back over right before she slapped him on the back with his clothes again.
"Nasir get out before my mama come home , you know she don't like you." Mariah reminded him.
"Yo mama don't like the grass growing out the ground, she the grinch." Nasir joked sitting up and snatching the clothes out of Mariah hand. "Lemme see my baby." Rolling her eyes she carefully placed Akeem In Nasir arms. "Wassup boa, yo ass getting chunky needa' lay off that breast milk." Nasir smiled down at his son who was kicking and couldn't believe how much love he could have for someone that he created , seeing Akeem yawn Nasir took him to his crib and laid him down.
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"I love you keem, daddy will be back tomorrow." Nasir said tucking his son in and heading out the room to the front door where Mariah was standing. "Don't worry you still my number one baby ." Nasir cheesed walking towards her.
"Here." She handed him some leftover food from tonight's dinner in some Tupperware. "Call me when you get home, I don't want to have to go through ya' sisters again figuring out where you are."
"I'm straight I'm a grown man."
"Your a grown BLACK man and the father of my son and I'm not tryna get no call saying they found you dead somewhere." She deadpanned. "I love you so much and if I lost you I'd lose myself just promise me you'll call."
"I promise." Nasir responded. "Gimmie a kiss." He smiled down at her as she rolled her eyes in a playful manner before stepping up on her tippy toes and giving him a quick peck. What was supposed to be just a see you later kiss the two were now tonguing each other down by the front door, Mariah's back against the wall and Nasir in front of her gripping her ass with both his hands. "Alright let me go before I bend you ova'."
"Alright." She blew a breath out wiping her lipgloss off his lips. "Call me." She eyed him as he walked out the front door he simply shook his head and walked home.
She gotta nigga on brick right now.
He thought to himself staring down at his buldge. Shaking out his thoughts he crossed the street where a few prostitute's stood smoking a cigarette. "Hey handsome, looking for a good time." One of the prostitute's asked smiling at him.
"Girl if Youn get the fuck on somewhere, I'd rather lick the bench in Central Park then fuck yo' infested dried up coochie." Nasir fired towards her before continuing his walk home. Walking up the steps to his Brownstone, he unlocked the door and walked straight in. Nasir's parents were DA's so they had long hours in the office and wouldn't come home around midnight and his two younger sisters were spending the night with their grandmother in Queens. Putting the food Mariah made him into the refrigerator he sent her a quick text so that he could hop in the shower and wash the day off him.
