Juan's point of view
"Juan, where were you the night of-"
"I want my lawyer.'' i said cutting the detective off before he could even ask me shit. He wasnt fina get into my mind. Hell naw, I watch Law and Order, Crimianal intent, CSI, I know bout the slick shit they be on. Aint nobody bouta sneak they way into my head. Thats how they be trapping niggas. Naw not me. Im skraight.
The man grimiced at me.
"Of course, but you know juan, we know about what you did, the people you've killed, the drugs you've sold."
"See thats where your wrong, I dont sale drugs." I smirked, because i reality i never touched any drug , except weed and thats just to smoke it. The best part of being in charge, no prints, you arent see, only heard of. The middle ma get caught with that hot shit, they know not to snitch cause eve the opps cant protect them. This is a dirty game im playing, im untouchable in the eyes of some.
"Yes you do, we have our sources."
"Youre sources are incorrect, i dont sale drugs, matter of fact why do you eve have a warrant for my arrest if you have nothing on me. Typical of a pig, always on a black man's back"
"You arent even black! There isnt a drop of black in you, NO espanol chico?Huh esa?"
"Im sorry i dont speak taco bell." i said, true i wasnt even mixed with black, i was mexican, from my dads side and Latino from my moms side. But who knows that? Far as anyone is concerned Tiara is my mother. Hell she took part in raisnig me.
"We found 20 pounds of Cocaine in the trunk of your car."
I just laughed i his face. "Is that right? It aint mine, my finger prints aint on that shit, how i know yo racist ass aint plant that there? Thats yo type of shit, aint that what honkies do?Smoke crack?" I laugh.
Shortly after my laywer arived they let me free due to lack of evidence, i knew somethig for sure when i left there though, somebody in our circle was a snake. I walked into the parking lot and slid into my moms car. Dad was at an away game for his team he coached, i know he wouldve been just as mad as her, if not even more furious. She slapped the fuck out of me soon as i was all the way in the car and the door was shut.
"Juan, i cant believe that you would be so wreckless, dealing drugs?Living under my roof? Oh nooo, yo dad did that shit, ad he almost died, this drug money aint that, why wouldnt you just get a job if you needed money? Why didnt you come to us?"
"Its not always about money, i do it because i want to, its what i LIKE, i love that fast money off that cocaine, its how imma provide for my seed, How else would i? You and dad broke ass aint gone cut it. You a damn stripper and he coach a weak ass Basketball team, That aint gone cut it for what i want, that aint real money, ill never be a broke nigga!"
"Pack yo shit, and get out my house then, im not having that in my house, all your damn little brothers look up to you. im not having it." my mama said
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