"Wheres my gun at, Romeo?" My pops asked once he noticed I was in the house.
"Why?" I asked 'cause he must be crazy if im finna let him shoot my moms after he put his damn hands on her.
"Who the fuck you questioning? Hmm?" He got in my face which I wont havin.
"Man, you better back up out my face 'fore I break yo old ass," I said.
"Oh you think you tough? Ian scared of yo ass; you MY son and you aint scarying nobody, on blood," He said back to me.
"Nigga, ion give ah fuck if you my pops or not. Ill still smoke yo ass so fuck out my face."
"Ight, wassup then? Put yo hands on me, I will hurt yo ass, boy."
I chuckled, "ian playin, pops. You too old for this so id advise you to move, on my soul. One thing ian gonn do is let you hurt my moms and try ta punk me, streets word."
"Then do something, pussy!" He yelled in my face and I instantly grabbed this nigga by his shirt, picked him up, and slammed him on the ground causing him to yell out in pain.
"Hell wrong with you man?" I mumbled, "Old ass nigga tryna punk someone; try that with someone else."
"You gonn put yo hands on yo own daddy? You a bitch!" He yelled as he started to get up.
"You the only bitch I know," I yelled back, "putting yo hands on my moms."
"I know that bitch took my money!" He got right back in my face, "and she needa give it back before I find my gun."
I pushed him out my face, "Or what? Hmm? You gonn kill her like the bitch you is?"
Nigga tried to swing on me but my reflexes too quick. I ducked his shit and started to beat his shit in til my moms busted in and got me off him.
"Nobody took yo money, man!" I yelled at him as he got off the broken glass from the glass coffee table.
"Get your son before I kill that nigga, on blood!" He hollered at my moms as blood dripped from his face.
"You gonn kill yo son and wife? You that weak?? Huh?" I let the anger just flow out my body on this man while my moms was trying her best to keep me from beating his ass again.
My dad started to breathe hard. "JUST GET OUT, ROMEO!" My moms yelled.
"Hell nah! Ian leaving you with this nigga!" I yelled back.
"JUST GO! PLEASE!" She pleaded.
Next thing you know, my pops fell and his body looked lifeless.
"Oh my— GODDDDD!!" My moms screamed as she let me go and ran to him.
I stood there looking at him. Ian feel no type of feelings for what I just did even though me and pops had an okay relationship.
This shit ruined my whole mood and plans for tonight but I knew this day would come. Not this early, though.
My moms called the police and told me to leave and act like I was never there.
I left the house and decided to go to my homeboy place. On my way there, there was police and ambulances goin the opposite direction of where I was headed.
I went into my glove compartment and grabbed my bag of weed and started to roll me a fat ass blunt as I was driving 'cause I'm just that nigga. Plus, a nigga was stressin. After all, that old ass nigga is still my pops.
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"Yoooo, Wusssgood, homiee," Marcus happy ass answered the door.
He dapped me up, " Shii, I got a problem," I said.
He let me inside the house. His momma was cooking sumn in the kitchen.
"Hey, Romeo," Marcus's moms, Malinda, said.
"Wassup," I said back.
"Whats the problem, man?" Marcus asked as I sat on the couch.
Marcus and his peoples was the only peoples I could trust, real talk.
"Me and my pops got into a fight and I beat that nigga ass," I said.
Marcus's eyebrows rose as his jaw slightly dropped. "Aint no fucking way, boy," Marcus said, "Yo own blood? The nigga that made you?"
"Man, you know ion care nun about that shit. Nigga stepped outta line so I had to set 'em straight, streets word, my nigga," I said.
Marcus laughed. "Nigga, you built different, on God."
"Im built like every real nigga, streets word," I said.
"On GOD you built different, but shit, is that the problem? 'Cause ion know how imma help you onnat, gangy."
"Nah, the problem is, I need you to say I been here since after school on some chill type shit, you feel me?"
"Oh, fasho. That aint nun, man."
"Marcus, go tell yo sister and ha friend the food ready," Malinda said.
Marcus started smiling and rubbing his hands like he was on crack assum shit. "Oh, say less, Momma," Nigga said.
"Nigga happy over some food," I smirked. That shit was hilarious.
He went up stairs and his momma started a conversation with me.
"You want some food too, Romeo?" She asked.
"Watchu cook up in dere, mamas?" I got up from the couch.
"You know the usual; Spaghetti, some greens, and garlic bread," She said.
Man, Marcus's momma so fuckin fine. Sometimes I come over just to see her. Then when she be cookin, that turn a nigga on even more.
"Oh, then yeah, of course," I said as I went towards the kitchen.
"Okay, well you can make yo plate. Here you go," She said while handing me a plate.
"Preciate ya."
I went to the stove and started filling my plate. I already knew my plate was finna be top tier because Malinda made it and, shit, a nigga was high.
Marcus came down with his sister and they started making their plates too. The next person who came to make their plate was the shorty I got my full eyes on.
Marcus wont lyin about her bein over here, he just lied about what they was doin. I hope.
