SouthSide

II

Sittin in the passenger seat of the car as the heat was on, it was late January and it was negative five degrees out. He held the phone to his ear. "We headin thea na." His said as he looked at the time on the dashboard. It was 10:55pm. "Make it fast son, cause I got some else fo you to do when you get hea." His Godfather said.

"Aight He said as he watched Gunna finish puttin gas in the car. He hung up as Gunna got in. "We gotta hit the trap ova in South Shore, one of nem muhfuckas been stealin and givin it to someone to push fo they selves." Tyrell said. Gunna shook his head. "It's bout cold as hell and a nigga tryna lay up and get his dick wet.

But nah I gotta go to South Shore." He said soundin irritated. "La'niyah finna have my ass bruh." Tyrell chuckled. Baby momma gotchu whipped." "It be like tho." Gunna said. Tyrell nodded his head as Gunna drove off. "Afta that we gotta come back this way but I'll just go myself so you can see yo son and shorty."

"Say less, I'll drop you off to get yo car since it's on the way." Gunna said as he turned on G Herbo's Jugghouse. Afta the nineteen minute car ride they made it to the trap in South Shore.

Walkin in they walked straight passed everybody goin to the back. In the back was whea the second head of the trap was countin money as an empty duffel bag sat at his feet. Across from him sat some kid in a chair, instantly realizin he was behind it all he spoke. "Damn I ain't think we was just gon walk in and catch yo ass." Tyrell said. The second looked up at him like a deer in headlights.

"This the young prodigy you had workin fo you?" He asked as he looked at the kid who was no older than sixteen sittin in the chair. Tyrell snatched the money out his hand and handed it to the boy. "Aye fam put young foe in the back." He said lookin at Gunna.

Gunna nodded his head to the door and the boy followed. "I ain't in the mood fo this shit, so you gon tell me Whea the rest of the shit you made at and gon gon bout ya day." The second stayed quiet. "So you ain't gon speak, you do realize I'm lettin yo ass go and I'on do that right? Whea the shit at!" He exclaimed.

He remained quiet wit a smirk on his face. "Aight." Tyrell said. He pulled his gun out makin his eyes go wide. "Aight, aight, aigh, it's wit Ryda, that blood nigga. We was plannin to open up our own shit." He said puttin his hands up defensively. Tyrell nodded his head then aimed his gun puttin two in his chest.

"That's fo switching up." He said as he walked out. "Yo Don, get rid of that bitch in the back. He said lookin at the head as he walked out. He got back in Gunna's car. Afat Gunna dropped him off at his car they dapped up and went they separate ways. The young prodigy was in the backseat lookin out the window botherin his vision.

"Aye foe, scoot ova to the right side."  He said. He did. "So wassup, why that bitch had chu pushin my shit? You tryna join the game or some? Whatchu is 15?" He questioned. "I just needed the money." The kid said truthfully. Tyrell looked up at him, he could tell he was a kid tryna supply for his. "Why don't you just get a job?" He asked to question his motives."

"My brothers and ma ain't been livin in the nicest place, power and water out and we finna get evicted soon. She just haven't been able to get ha shit together yet." He said. "She a junkie?" Tyrell asked. They boy looked up at him makin eye contact in the rearview mirror. "I ain't tryna offend ya kid." He said.  "Yeah." The boy said.

Tyrell shook his head. He felt no kid had to go through that and it was sad that it was kinda the normal in Chicago, especially lil ass kids fallin into the gang life. Kids like him gettin fasts money fo they families and gettin addicted to it. Chicago is just a city to make racial stereotypes into statistics and that's just how he felt.