A Productive Thought

Chapter 3

Latrell

"Alright Lenny man, thanks" I said to Lenny as he dropped me off at home.

"No problem sir" he said driving off.

I chunked up the deuce to him and walked to the front door of my house. I knocked one good time before Smoke answered. He had a gun in his hand but quickly put it behind his back when he saw it was me. I smiled at that.

"Hey Latrell "boss" wants to see you" he said with a smirk.

"Alright" I said walking into the house.

I walked up stairs to the "B" room, "B" meaning business so I knew unc wanted to talk about that. I hoped he would move me up to a higher deal. I just been selling right off the streets like I'm some type of broke nigga.

I knocked on the door 2 times and kicked it 3. Everybody had their own entrance code. Killer one of the guards opened the door. Killer was Smokes twin brother, and identical at that.

I walked in the room to see my uncle sitting at his desk counting money with his feet kicked up. He looked up at me then pointed at a chair that was sitting on the other side of the desk. I took a seat in the chair and waited for him to say something.

"So, where you been?" he questioned looking up from his money.

"Handling some business with the twins and selling the product I got, you know same ole, same ole" I said.

"Mhmm, where did you stay last night?" these questions were real fuckng annoying.

"With Poetry"

"Oh alright I'm not trying to drill you 9r nothing I just wanna make sure you safe in these streets"

"Thanks unc but is that all?" I asked kind of dissapointed.

"No it's not actually I wanted to talk to you about something else, if you didn't mind?"

"Yes" I said getting happy again

"Well I was thinking about giving you a leading job" he said

"I'm ready" I said in a serious tone looking him in his eyes.

I guess he saw how serious I was because of the way he looked at me and said.

"Alright my boy, Ronnie has the product" he said smiling and leading me out the door.

I already knew I was getting new product what I didn't know was that I was going to be boss to all the ounce sellers. I wouldn't have to sell no more like a broke nigga. All I had to do was sit back and make sure everything was going as planned. This would be my first job to prove myself and get respect from niggas. I mean I already got respect because niggas knew who my father was and they definitely didn't wanna fuck with my uncle. I wanted niggas to know that I may be 15 now but when I turn 18 its on and fuckin poppin. I forgot all about Po but shit she would be boss lady. I'm known to be the one with the most courage. I ain't never scared of shit but when it comes to Po. Something about the thought of loving her scares me. I got issues man.

My unc closed the door and Lenny drove me to the trap where the products were being created. We arriveved at the trap not to long after that. I walked up to the door did a knock and waited for the door to be opened. After no one answered I turned the knob and opened the door. What I saw was terrible and it pissed me off.

Poetry

I sat in my apartment watching spongebob on tv. Rhythm was off to playing with her dolls or something. I noticed my stomach start growling. I went to the fridge and I ain't have no damn food. I knew where to go but who was gonna watch Rhythm.