On My Block (Prophet$ Side)

Chapter 1: The Prophet$

My very first story in a long time:

I'm Tyler, from Freeridge, California. A place many may look away from it's gang violence and it's bad neighborhoods, but really it's only because of them damn Santos! Ever since I was born they've been tearing shit up. Anyways, here's my story:

I'm off the wake, waking up in regular ass Cali. Everybody love this bum ass place, but really it's hell. Shootings every other day, somebody always testing somebody else. But hey, that's Cali. I'm now waking up to another day of school, but my ass already know I ain't going nowhere. I go brush my teeth and wash my face, and fix up myself to look decent before I step a foot outside the crib. I put on my gold Miami Cuban given to me by my pops before he got gunned down awhile back. I put on Pine Green 1s, with a green top and black jeans. I play with my nappy head for a little bit and see my close friend Devonte, we call em Dev; " Ayo Dev, what's up right now? " I say real quick walking up to him to dap him up right now. He answers me back, " Nothing up right now. But word on the street Santos out for Latrelle, but he coming back in town for a little, " he says with some relief on his face. " I ain't seen that nigga in a minute, he been laying low this whole time I know though, I'mma go check em' out moe. " I dap him up one more time and tell him to be safe as I walk down the street. I see my little brother playing with the other kids on the block as I raise my hand up telling them what's up with a little grin on my face. See this is what the Prophet$ live for, not that gang violence bullshit.
—TIME SKIP—
I meet up with Latrelle back at my crib again. I'm chilling on my couch with him as we reconnect. " Yeah moe, I even got my own boo thang and everything, " I laugh it up with him. Latrelle looks at me with a happy look, " Good you back on that shit moe, You needed one to stop that hoe shit you be on. " We both start laughing. " I miss you moe, no homo on none of that shit. Fuck em' Santos on me. We out shooting that shit up, show them who the fuck they was messing with? " The other members look at me with agreeing expressions as I knit my eyebrows in frustration and grab a .45 caliber gun left on the counter of the kitchen and shove it in my pocket as me, Latrelle, and 12 other members run out and hop in a green low rider with dark tinted windows as we drove out to Santos territory.

We arrive, we're spinning blocks on the look out for Santos and it's approximately 8:45 PM. " Them Spanish ass niggas nowhere to be found, I'm tryna bust a cap in these niggas and show em' what's up right now. " I say with clear frustration in my voice. I see a short Spanish kid and about to him, " Where that pussy ass Santo that got my mans on the low??? " He looks at me with fright and doesn't say a word as he walks away real fast. " Watch when we find them niggas! " I say as I sit back in the seat and continue driving. I see a tall girl with a Spanish guy. " Yo Latrelle, that's him? " Latrelle knits his eyebrows and on cue, I jump out the whip and take out the .45, " You the one that got my nigga fucked up? " He pushes the girl out the way and says: " Monse duck! "
Me and Latrelle take our guns out as I have it pointed towards him.
Latrelle: This fucking pussy ass Santo... we gotchu now bitch. You thought I wouldn't catch you Cesar!
At that instant a yellow sedan pulls up and sprays the block with gunfire. The goons pull away as I blindly shoot and catch one of the Santos in there foot that came up in the car as Cesar ran to him;
Me and Latrelle hop a corner and start running for our lives as we do the Prophet$ whistle with the Santos on our back. Me and Latrelle are keep hopping fences and whistling, hearing no whistles back as we reach a high wall and I give Latrelle a step up, and the Santos reach us before I could get up, I quickly dived into the bushes and started hopping fences again. —-

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