"Halima just called me." She spoke up, talking about my sister.
"She said your mom wanted to talk to me."
"Oh yeah.." I trailed off, thinking about what my brother had just told me.
"She wun' see you and Mya." I told her, already knowing what it...
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Cain
"Yo, nigga! Bring that shit back too!" My brother spat to the homie as he pulled off in his whip and I couldn't help but to laugh as I felt my high taking over.
These niggas was out here wildin', doing the same shit we used to before a nigga settled for this family lifestyle two years back.
I can't lie though, being back out here and around my niggas had me feeling more than just my weed high.
I'd missed this feeling. I finally felt like myself again.
Lord knows, a nigga ain't been feeling like myself lately.
"Bro, move this for me right quick."
"I got a customer coming down the block." My brother spat, passing me a small baggy of crack and I looked down at that shit before looking up at him.
"Nah, bro." I trailed off, shaking my head.
"Stop bitchin' nigga."
"I'm bout' to go round the block and chop some more real quick." He said urgently, talking about making more and I licked my lips slowly before looking over my shoulder to make sure BG wasn't around.
I knew she was with my sister and her friend so I ain't think shit of it but I knew I needed to come a block over because my brother kept passing me shit.
Since I got here, he kept giving me shit to move real quick and I wasn't no dumb nigga.
I could see what he was trying to do.
He knew I was feeling that high and he knew I loved this street shit, just like my pops did.
I just loved my family more now so I could never do this shit full time again. Like I knew he probably wanted me to.
I wasn't even gone play about this shit though.
"There he go right there, bro."
"Handle that for me." He pointed as a car pulled up on the block and I reached for my shit, not knowing who the fuck was behind the wheel in these tinted windows.
"Chill, bro. That's Leem." One of my homies spoke up, seeing me clutching as they all laughed at me once he rolled the window down.
"Damn, nigga. You was gon' kill me?" Leem spat, laughing to himself.
"Shit, maybe nigga. You pullin' up on my corner and shit like you own this bitch."
"This me, nigga." I chuckled deeply, leaning down into the window.
"How you, cuh?" I asked him as we dapped each other, giving him a man shake.
"Man.."
"You know me. Living that life, getting this money."
