Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance

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"Go back in the house" Egypt yelled. "Move the fuck out the way Danger." I dream about the day Mason got shot almost every night. I made a promise when I seen the guy that was behind the gun again,  I would kill him myself. That summer in Georgia was the hottest. A family next door was celebrating with a block party for the neighborhood. I figured it was for the twins that lived there years ago but I couldn't tell. I grew up pretty close to the Levine's. So of course when Mason started a fight with one of the boys outside. I was right next to him stomping his face in. Egypt was older than all of us, because the Levine's had him while they where sophomores in high school.They vowed then that being poor wasn't a option. They went from scamming and scheming, to being the wealthiest people in Memphis. Nobody really knows why, they just are. "Get the hell off my brother nigga" yelled some black ass dude with a boosie fade. "Yall must not be from around here." Mason let the dude get up and as he walked away the guy fired 10 shots towards Mason. Egypt with out thinking returned fire."Go back in the house, MOVE THE FUCK OUT THE WAY DANGER." He yelled. I will never forget those words because I watched Mason fall to the ground, while the man who shot him, ran away. I remembered his face and always knew history would repeat it self and when it did I would be there. "Proper preparation prevents poor performance!" Mason would say. I continued to get ready for my day when I heard "Any problems big or small, the Washington brothers can fix them all" play from outside. I looked out my window and seen it was Danger, "You gone get yo chocolate ass out the car bitch?" screamed Kriteria towards her car."Here I come Judy damn." Danger screamed back. I always admired Danger, she was the prettiest but roughest girl, on the block growing up in Memphis. Danger never notices me though, I'm just one of the many friends her family acquired on their path to wealth. "Who the fuck Is this?" I heard her scream into her phone. I continued to admire how pretty she is when I notice her whole mood change. Its like her soul left her body. I notice her starting to glance my way and I moved out the window. "RING,RING,RING". I was scared she had noticed me starring at her and ignored the call coming in on my cell. "RING,RING,RING" It continued. "Talk to me!" I answered. "We found the new location" said the voice on the other end. "Send it to me I'm a little busy right now" I responded while hanging up. "Ding,Ding,Ding"  *Incoming Message*

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