SouthSide

IV

Tyrell^

Isriel walked into the trap that the boys were openin up next week and saw how good it was comin but how close they had yet to come. She asked over to the couch scrunchin her face up, it was old and nasty.

It was beat up, the sponge was showin, had blood stains on it and looked like it was shitted on. "Cause who in they right mind is sittin on that?" She asked as she looked at it. "Y'all got finessed hard as hell." She said. "That's not the couch." Washaun said. "That is."

He said pointin to the black leather couch wit one cut in it. Oh she said as her phone chimed. She walked over to it. "Did you clean it?" She asked lookin at him. "Nope that's why we called you." He said tossin her a rag. She mugged him as she caught it. "Hea's the bucket of chemical water." Lamontae said.

She mugged him too. "C'mon milk dud smile fo me baby." He said hugging her. "Move." She said rollin her eyes as she rolled her sleeves up and sat on the floor. She started to clean the bottom side of the couch as Lamontae sat next to her. "So wassup wit you and Jay?" He asked. He asked referrin to Jashaun. "Y'all ain't talk in bout a week.

"Nothin." She said as she looked at him. "It'on seem like nothin." "Well it can't be something if he can't listen." Lamontae nodded his head as he looked at her. "So what's up wit him that's makin you mo hostile than usual?" "I'm not hostile." She said playfully shovin him.

"Well you'on wanna he called stacked up soo." He dragged as he cleaned the seat of the couch. "It's just the usual." She said. "Y'all think I had it easy growin up cause my dad was some real respected trap king, he hears what he wants, and only cares when it involves the trap. She shrugged.

Lamontae shook his head. "You know I'on think that, you was close to movin go the north side but he ain't had it yet, but he would've. You know Jay plays his self. High ass IQ and he wants to be like Way and me? I'on get it." "If you woulda applied yo self you could've graduated instead of being held back twice and dropping out."

"It's not just that tho. Me and Way ain't understand, we was all we had, we know it's a world out thea but it's like we bounced hea you feel me?" She nodded her head. That's the white man mentality on you. You know the world but you can't escape the ghettos they left you in to rot. It's apart of their game and y'all just playin it.

My dad use to tell me "can't" shouldn't be in a man's vocabulary, especially a colored man's vocabulary." "Cause if it is you lose." "Because it makes you less than who you could be. Keep tellin yourself you can't you end up goin nowhere but in circles, and life isn't a circle, it's a labyrinth."

He looked at her before he chuckled. "Yo ass always got some deep and philosophical to say. But I hear you." He said. "Yo party in three hours at the Lower West side." Way said. "We fuckin bitches or what?" He asked lookin at Lamontae. "Hell yeah."

"Hol'up didn't y'all just go to some lame ass Halloween party?" She asked. "Yeah and?" She shook her head. "Don't you got enough baby mamas?" She asked. Washaun waved her off. "Man ma I only got one kid them Otha ones ain't mine." He said. "Besides you goin tonight."

"No I'm not." She said as she started to clean the back of the couch. "Yes the fuck you is." Lamontae said. "No the fuck I'm not." She said. "You already missed the Halloween party and you gon blow off this one? Nah shorty you woppin today." Washaun said. "If you ain't ready by eleven I'm dragging you by yo weave." He said.