West Side Highway (A$ap Rocky)

18• Dark Minds

We came back to the apartment and finished eating. Denzel was fast asleep in my room.
I decided to look up Rocky and his little friends info on the Internet.
Fuck sleep. I'm not going to school, the year is done anyway, ain't no point in going.

"Rakim Mayers..." I said to myself as I typed his name into the Google search bar.
   The typical information popped up. His address, birthday, age, school and whatnot.
   I looked through all the websites until I saw something on this one website:

Mayer, Rakim
17
   Has been charged with Grand theft auto at age 14.
   Charged with manslaughter at 15 and has been caught with drugs at 17.

   I covered my mouth. Manslaughter!? Grand theft auto? Drugs isn't a surprise to me. This can't be true. Has to be some bs round here.
   I mean, I didn't really know him at 14 and 15, we were just associates. We'd say hi to each other, maybe get some food but that was all.
   I do remember not seeing his ass at school for a while but he told me he was homeschooled.
   Turns out he was at an alternative school for grand theft auto and was in jail for a little bit for manslaughter.
   I don't think anyone knows this but him and his family. I can't.
I shut my computer and just sat here...I can't stop thinking. How in the hell is he getting away so easily?        Normally a nigga in Harlem would go to jail just for standing on a corner, not him though. He's doing all this shit and just getting warning shots.
I'm not saying that I want him to go to jail but I just want to know how he gets off the chopping block so easily. Why he's still on these streets. He ain't learning nothing, he'll forever think that he'll get away with things. Like the system is spoiling him or some shit.

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After hours of thinking and questioning everything I fell asleep on this damn couch. I spent a little more time thinking but I drifted off to sleep and had the weirdest dream.

*Dream*

"Just hold it for me!!! 5-0 on they way over here!" Rocky put a ziplock bag full of cocaine in my hand as we stood in an alleyway in Brooklyn.

"I can't!" I tried to shove it back into his hand but he rejected it so I shoved it in my bra trying to look as casual as possible.
Yeah, cause chilling in an alleyway is so not suspicious.

"Now go! Go catch a train to Staten Island!"

"Staten Island!? The hell am I going to do over there!?"

"Wait for me. Imma send you the name of it and you go as soon as possible. Book a room and WAIT! Don't do anything, don't go anywhere! Just wait for me. Can you do that!?" He gave me $220.

"Yes." I took the money and put it in my bra along with the cocaine.

"Aite. See you soon! Don't talk to anyone!!!" He kissed me passionately and ran.

I ran to the other side and went to the nearest subway. It's gonna be a long ride to Staten Island."