They pushin me. I'm like close to snappin. But I'm tryna be chill. "That a be fucked up if you believe Chris and Marquez over me." I said and he stared at me. "It ain't just Marquez and Chris who sayin it. Everybody is. If you plannin on killin me do it now. Don't do no shit behind my back my nigga I'm givin you the honors. I ain't even gone be mad at you. Just do whatever it it that you feel you needa do" he said and he sat the gun on the desk in front of me and shrugged. "Its loaded and everything" he said and I stared at it cause it took everything in me not to pick it up and blow his brains out. I nodded and licked my lips. I reached for it and he laughed makin me look at him. "Shit is crazy" he said in a low voice. "I remember we was like 10. You got me to smoke my first blunt , I came home high as fuck and my moms whooped my ass and told me she don't want me hangin wit you nomore. When I was 15 , and ain't have Shit. You convinced me to get in the game. I make my own decisions but when a muhfucka keep beggin you over and over it's hard to say no. My moms found out I sold my first rock and said she don't want me wit you nomore. Age 23 , I got out of jail. Told my mom ima change myself for me , her and my son. Fucked around wit you and got back in the game" he said while shakin his head and puttin the blunt to his lips. "Crazy thing is all them times my moms tried to make me realize you wasn't shit I pushed her to the side and put you first. Shit I always put you before anybody. Even myself. If it wasn't gone be me shinin it was gone be you. I got the spotlight and you want it. But that's coo, you always been the type to always hustle. I went to jail for you. I know you killed easy. The police knew too but instead of me bein the nigga that you is , I took the fall for you. They gave me 4 years cause it wasn't me. Easy was our nigga so I know that if you killed him you a kill any of us. Its fucked up. Foreal. killed that nigga wit his son sittin on his lap." He said. "But this a dirty game nigga. I ain't at all mad, Shit ain't all good but it ain't all bad" he said. "When you was in jail I held Shit down. You back and everybody forgot who the fuck Cameron is. Now that's Fucked up" I said. "That ain't my fault b. It ain't" he said in a low voice. "I don't got time for the sob stories my nigga. You either gone put one in my dome right now or ima get up and walk away and you can have all this Shit. Since you want the spotlight so bad. Watch and see how Shit work out for you my nigga" he said. "Foreal Cameron. I always had yo back. But fuck you" he said and I cocked the gun and he looked away and stood up. He walked from.behind the desk and I stared at the gun and he walked away. I sat the gun down and I heard the door open and close. My phone rung and I answered it. "Yo" I said. "Wassup" he said into the phone. "I can't even do it" I said. "Why the fuck not" he yelled. "I can't. If you wanna kill him have somebody else do it. I got what I want." I said. "Yeah alright" he said. "Ima talk to you soon tone. Nice doin business wit you" I said and he hung up. I walked behind the desk and sat in the chair and smirked. "This my Shit now. fuck seaton and whoever else" I said through laughs.
