Not all the people in the hood are killer machine men or thotty. It's not a given that living in the hood makes you a horrible person or a drug dealer. You have to understand that for some of these people you live each day as though it were your las...
I woke up lookin out tha window, seein dhet tha moon was slightly shinin but tha sun was on its way out. I checked tha time, and it was six in tha mornin. I got out of bed, stretched, and walked outta ma room, goin to tha bathroom, shuttin tha door, takin a piss, and startin ma mornin.
When I was done with ma shower and shit, I walked to tha kitchen, turnin tha lights on and openin tha fridge. I grabbed tha milk, seein dhet it was hella gone, and when I say hella gone, I mean a drop of milk left.
"Tha fuck ya put tha milk back in tha fridge if it wa hella gone?" I grumbled, throwin it in tha garbage. I sighed, lookin inside tha fridge, seein it wasn't really anythin to eat.
"I could have sworn I told ha ass to go to tha fuckin grocery sta." I slammed shut tha fridge, and I walked ta ma room, grabbin ma phone and lookin at tha time, seein it was six thirty in tha mornin. I can head ta tha quick shop; it's tha closest to us. I'm not goin ta tha other side of town ta go ta a damn grocery sta.
They want to keep all tha good sto's where tha rich folks live and leave drug sto's in tha hood, and then complain bout how tha hood has drug problems and shit.
Bitch, ya ain't puttin out any typa opportunity in tha hood ta get out, ta stay safe, or ta live. We gotta find shit on our own, and thas sellin drugs and pimpin out women.
I'm not happy bout it, but we gotta do wha we gotta do.
The quick shop,
I hopped out of ma mustang and was walkin ta tha entrance when this crackhead popped outta nowhere.
"Aye, m-ma man, d-do you h-have any s-sp-sp-spare ch-change?" The crackhead asked.
"No, and if I did, I wouln't give it ta ya ass because all ya gonna do is spend it on crack." I spoke.
Yous ah grown ass man askin ah high schoola foe chedda. How does tha work? Shouln't tha be tha otha way aroun? As ah grown man, why is he askin ah teenaga foe some chedda?
This is his purpose in life; God give him strength.
Crack is wack.
"No, I s-st-st-stop. Come on, m-man, help anatha b-brotha o-out." The crackhead spoke, stuttering and twitching.
"Nah, man, ya good. Ya done enough ta ya body and m-mind." I mocked him at tha end, and before I opened tha door, he blocked tha entrance.
I'm one step away from knockin tha rest of his teeth out, and there's not tha much left.
Why do people always test ma patience? Why? I try ta be all nice and shii, but bitches really test ma damn patience, and then I'm tha bad guy.
"I'll d-d-d-do anything. I'll w-wi-w-wash your car-m-m-man, I'll s-s-suck your dick." The crackhead spoke, and ma face twisted up as he reached out ta touch me. I dropped kicked him ta tha ground.
Tha disgust in ma face when he fell on tha floor with his legs in tha air...
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