The Grove Chronicles

Chapter 34

Ezail, Snuff and Grimm stood outside on the front porch, of the trap house. All 3 young boys were silent, thinking about the Prince's death. 

" Yo......" " The fuck we gonna do about them Seville ho's?" Grimm finally breaking the silence  Ezail shrugged, yet still silent. " Man Prince was a cool nigga." Snuff stated. " Never did nuttin to nobody."  " You told him to stay off the set right?" Snuff now glaring at Ezail.  Ezail then shook his head. " Nah I never had to...." " LB wanted to be down,  Prince didn't.'" 

Snuff then shook his head. " Still don't know why he got hit."  Ezail clapped his hands in frustration. " Man it aint even have to be like this yo!" " Why can't we bang and sell the shit, while movin the fuck on?!"  " All this drama.....for nothin!" 

Grimm sipped his can of Mountain Dew. " Chuck man, it's war." " Anybody wearing purple, is an enemy of orange." " Anybody wearing orange is an enemy of purple...." "  No goin back now, since them fools might hit us next...."   

Ezail sucked his teeth. " Nigga I know what time it is." " I'm sayin, do innocent people have to get hurt?" " Look at Roc-Roc mother......" " Livin like a vegetable, over a bullshit ass stray bullet."  " I just wanna get this money without any distractions ." 

Snuff puffed at Ezails remarks. "Man, Grimm is right on this shit." "We don't choose or make war...." "It chooses us."   " All these muthafuckin enemies gotta be dealt with."  " That nigga Jab, is a cancer that keep on spreadin, we must find away to get rid of it, or try to." 

" Yeah nigga I'm down for all that, but I'm sayin normal everyday people shouldn't get caught in the mix, at least not if they deserve it." Ezail retorted.  Snuff then sucked his teeth. " My nigg.. I know goin pro is yo dream and all that, but right now, the streets need yo ass."  " Aint no young nigga in the hood wit yo brain power."  

" Come on Bub, we started this gang cuz, shit we good at it."  Takin muthafuckin control, not to mention, gettin this money."  "We still movin enough weight in the hood for us to eat proper,  

all you gotta do is worry bout the paper , like you said time and time before........ the NCAA won't find out." 

Ezail then sighed. " Yeah, naw can't front on that yo."  Snuff nodded " Aight let's make a pact: " Get money for life." " It's I.S.S , fuck the muthafukin rest. Snuff then put his fist out. " Y'all down?" Grimm nodded locking his fist with Snuff.  Ezail thought deep and hard, before joining his comrades . " Hell yeah I'm with it." 

" Then it's settled!" Snuff gleamed. 

Kyle was sitting on the couch writing his poetry. 

What's a young black man supposed to do when he's told he's too bold

How can we prosper without profile and injustice, when all when want is peace and no ruckus

Many men fail but only a few prevail after more effort  

Where can there, be a place with sunny skies all year round  and waters crystal clear 

The answer lies within us not our nations leaders 

Never a selfish bone in my body, because I am my brothers keeper 

Therefore Im a phenomenal black man until I meet the grim reaper   

Upon reviewing his poem, his stepmom Francesca, came in from the kitchen cooking, plopping on the couch. " Ugh, so beat...." "' who knew grading school work could be so daunting." Kyle chuckled.  " I couldn't deal with little kids all day, no way Jose." 

" Well I can understand that, but I love my kids." " They bring me so much joy."  Francesca added. " Wish I was able to have children of my own, but I guess God had other plans for me." " At least you got me." Kyle added . 

" Aww, I appreciate that honey." Francesca replied. Suddenly Kyles dad, Kelvin arrived through the door, sighing kicking off his dress shoes.  ' Hey pop what's up?" " Hey lil man!"  " Hey babe, is supper ready yet?"  

Francesca looked nervous. " Uh-- not quite yet..." " The meat is still in the oven and   brown rice was just turned on."  Kelvin then sulked. " Whatchu mean?" " I come home from a 12 hour shift and the shit aint ready?!" " Baby how many years and how many times we gonna go through this?!"  

" Baby please don't be upset, I tired okay?"  Francesca pleaded. Kelvin stomped his feet, making the house reverberate. " Tryin aint the same as doin is it?!" " Is it?!" " Kelvin then lunged at Francesca, yoking her up.  " Answer me girl!" " Or you rather talk to some other nigga!" Francesca squealed in discomfort. " Kelvin please stop, I'll try to do better!" 

" There you go with that try better shit!" " Bitch shut up!"  " Kelvin please don't hurt me, I'm begging you!'" 

Kyle leaped off the couch to help his stepmom. " Wait dad chill, let her go!" " Back off me kid!' Kelvin snapped back, letting go of his wife. " Listen here boy, don't ever marry, especially if the bitch is hard headed!"  " If the food aint ready when I get home next time, expect hell!' Kelvin stomped out of the living room, stomping upstairs. 

Kyle hugged Francesca. " God, Cesca I'm so sorry, you need anything?" " No I don't baby, I fucked up, he's right." " I can't do anything right...."  " No, not true." " My dad has a warped view with everything."  " He definitely had no business, getting physical either." 

Francesca sighed, " Kyle please....." " My father was the same way, including my brothers...." " I'm destined to be around aggressive men, my whole life.... God has cursed me." " I'm completely fine with it.."