Worthy of Sin

Twenty-Eight

*please excuse any errors*

Sincere 'Sin' Jones || December 1998

I parked my car in front of the abandoned spot me and the guys utilized to get our shit together. We would just count proceeds, cook up our product to distribute, and plotting our next moves within our line of business.

It was one of few locations where we would keep shit in rotation, in case of cops, squatters, or feins comin' up in the muthafucka and fucking up our flow.

Before the events that have occurred within the last few months, it was all a group effort. When it was the three of us- Ant, Roscoe, and me- we all took equal initiative in acquiring the product, monitoring and distributing it, while also ensuring everyone ate in the process of it all.

We had a system established and it worked for us because it kept us out of sight and out of trouble. Our execution within our business was fuckin' flawless and it made us thrive within our market because nobody could fuck the dope game up like we could.

Until one of us fucked up within the business and everything that was once uniformed became disheveled.

From the moment Ant went in, our shit had been absolutely fucked up and at this point, it really felt like a one-man job without him.

Marticus pulled extra weight when it was needed of him, but overall, he was just a fuckin' corner boy and that was just simply his main position in the game right now. But the nigga was trustworthy. He understood the system, so I didn't mind his assistance at this time.

Shit would be easier had Roscoe still been around, but he wasn't. I still couldn't believe the shit he was on.

Roscoe always seemed to have his shit together, despite being a fuckin' hothead. That's what made him an essential part of our crew, though. While I was the more content, lowkey one of the group, Ant was more ruthless, but he was logical with his moves.

Roscoe, on the other hand, was a ticking time bomb. If anything went wrong-- if he felt that anybody had stepped out of line and needed to be dealt with, he wouldn't hesitate to handle them.

No matter who they were.

So, without Ro's enforcement and assistance and Ant's logic and connects, shit was going awry.

Being honest, though? I really ain't give a fuck at this point.

Had some shit like this been happening a few years ago, then maybe I would've been more adamant about being able to run this shit on my own and provide these niggas what they needed and more willing to get money this way, but that's not where my head was at.

Supply was running lower by the day; Our clientele was minimizing, and our top sellers were going to connect with other niggas for their product. They got more product for their money that I could provide for them at the moment. Not to mention, I had no way to get to the connect without Ant. He was technically the distributor for these niggas, and I only had so much pull so my abilities were limited.

I don't mean to sound inconsiderate, but I planned on getting out the game and my money was straight, for the most part. I always wanted to get more, but I was more invested in taking the legal route. Besides, I would still uphold that promise to Zo like I intended to.

Despite everything, I could honestly say I knew she still cared about my wellbeing, at least. I knew she wouldn't want me in a jam or fucked up. Our clientele was minimizing, and our top sellers were going to connect with other niggas for their product. They got more product for their money that I could provide for them at the moment, I wouldn't put her through that.