Thugs With Tendencies MxM (Staten Krown)

12

Yusef Buchanan

On my block you don't get caught lacking. What's lacking one might ask? Lacking is the act of not being strapped with your gun. You don't get caught without your guns totted and your partners. Lacking in itself means that you might not survive the next day. If you lack your weapon how are you going to shoot back at the guys shooting at you. Lacking was the stupidest thing that someone could do. If you love your son— you make sure he has a gun. Give a pistol to your wife —if you don't want her to lose her life. Don't get caught "Lacking".

Because if you're lacking. It means you're dead.

So much blood on my block.

"It's done," DJ said, "Jose and his friend are dead. They didn't put up much of a fight. Not like what I thought it was going to be. They were lacking."

Strange. They were lacking. That was unusual for Jose. Those guys had weapons on top of weapons. Why the hell were they lacking? DJ and Kool-Aid walk in with the news. They'd been sent to kill Jose and Manuel. Killing those two would start a war with the other Mexicans soon. I'd have to be ready.

I drift into thinking. I'm washing my hands underneath the water. I'm running my hands under it thoroughly rinsing and repeating. They still seem so dirty to me for whatever reason.

I nod, "Good I'll tell Ty."
Kool Aid stares at the door, "Yo we took some pictures with the dead Opps...'

'You did what? Give me your fucking phone Kool Aid," I say walking over.

I grab Kool Aid's phone. Sure enough this dumb motherfucker has a picture with his gun and a dead Mexican on it.

"They need to start calling me the Grim Reaper," he laughs.

"You so fucking stupid," I say to him.

"Don't talk to Kool Aid like that man," DJ responds.

I always thought DJ and Kool Aid were fucking. If they weren't they definitely act like it. I mean there's a lot of gay shit going on in the hood on a daily basis. I wouldn't be surprised by it. The thing is they both were under Ty but I was the one in Ty's bed.

"Self-snitching is a fucking disease," I explain, "Delete the fucking pictures dumbass. And get the fuck out."

"We were going to show the pictures to Ty."

Young idiots. They wanted to gain some points. It was all about the clout in Chiraq. Killing someone wasn't enough to these young ones. They had to self-snitch. They had shown proof of what they did. It's a simple myth among these dummies that police don't have access to technology and they are stuck with a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes. Little does Kool Aid know I'm actually trying to help him right now.

"You really want to get a case huh?" I ask shaking my head, "Go home. I'll tell Ty. He's busy."

More screams.

Kool Aid looks like he is about to say something smart but DJ grabs him by his shoulder, "Come on Kool Aid. Let's leave them be. What's up Meech?"

Kool Aid walks out and Meech walks in. Meech speaks to DJ but I can tell he has something else on his mind. Jesus Christ I couldn't even get a minute alone in Chiraq.

There are screams in the back room. My cousin Kenyatta is going through it. God knows what Ty is doing to her. I keep getting these stares. They keep looking at me wondering if I'm going to do something to help her. I wasn't. She brought this on herself by going up against Ty. I had to choose a side and I wasn't going to choose Kenyatta just because of blood. How far did blood get me? My dad abandoned me. My mother hated me.