On My Block (Prophet$ Side)

Chapter 3: Different Beginnings

As y'all just saw, I meet my pops childhood friend, I remember him talking about him when he was younger and how he respected his decision to stay away from the gang and always asked him hasn't he seen anything past being a gang member ? Anyways, this Mr.Clean ass nigga is just looking out for me and I gotta chill with the attitude...

Thinking about what Monty said, " So you telling me, I shouldn't follow my father footsteps? " he looks up, and then around, back to me and says:
Monty: " This gang life isn't good at all, you need stop while you still can and try to do good in your life. "
I look at him and reminisce my father on how he wanted to move out Freeridge. " Only reason why I'm listening to you, is because my father. " I let out a sigh, " But how could I even try to do good in my life? "
He nods at me understandingly,
Monty: " Its pretty easy since you're still young, you just gotta start with little things like school.  "
I look up into the ceiling, and then back at him. " Take me home. I don't wanna be here no more. " He nods as he grabs his car keys and throws me my shoes, cleaned off as if they were brand new. " These shits clean as hell, who did it? " Monty then points at Cesar sitting in their dinning room. " This damn Santo... if this bald head ass man really what he's saying, stirring this gang shit ain't gonna make us survive any longer. You maybe a Santo, but we gotta make our differences now, like you're a punk ass nigga and alright. " I say laughing as Monty's words echoed in my head. I really gotta stop that gang shit, I almost lost my life. My dad died to it too, so I should strive to make the difference...
—TIMESKIP—
Thoughts more and more of a truce and really ending the gang war become more occurring in my head among with my dad wanting me to be better than him. Monty dropped me off near our turf, and deeply thinking out this turf stuff, it's complete bullshit. Anyways, when I got home it was 12:05 PM. Everybody looked at me with downed faces surprised I'm even alive. I looked up at them and started explaining, " Y'all motherfuckers left me to fucking, Nobody came back for my ass. " The whole house was silent as I looked around with disappointed looks returned to me. " We gotta stop this gang shit before another one of us end up motherfucking dead. We gotta cut this damn Santo beef, regardless my father died before there end up another Santo with a father dead and they retaliate. Shit don't end until we the bigger people, and we are some bad ass motherfuckers, regardless of the fact that y'all left me for dead. " I breathe heavily, looking around and see the disgruntled faces, " For real moe, I could've been dead and that's another one of us gone, and what if they catch Latrelle off guard? Then we'll end up dying one by one. That's why WE gotta get together and end the beef with each other and make sure that we all good. " People starting voicing opinions agreeing, while others disagreed calling that shit pussy. " Well if that shit motherfucking pussy why don't you go to Santos territory and run for your motherfucking life. It's that hood mentality.... " I pause as my phone rings and it's Anna asking about if I'm okay as she just got my text. " Yeah I'm good, " I say as we continue chatting it on, "phone cuffing" a little bit people call it. I tell her I'm in the middle of something so hold on as I hang up and continue. " Aii then, so what's the word? We can't have another Prophet$ end up like my pops. So we gotta end this gang violence here. " Latrelle comes in the room and hears what I'm talking about.
Latrelle: " The fuck you talking about? "
I knit my eyebrows and grimace. " My nigga you left for dead. "
Latrelle: " You know I couldn't even help you. "
I clench my face, " My nigga you could've gave me cover or something instead of leaving me to fend for myself, dickhead. I could've end up dead just like my pops. That's why we stopping this beef. No more of this shit. Right. Now. " I leave as the Prophet$ spread the message across and even though the strong dislike they realize the harsh reality we face...
This occurrence made me realize, a nigga gotta go to school. I can't be no dumb ass nigga...
I text Anna I'm coming to school to wait for me because I gotta change this lifestyle.  I haven't been to school in 3 months since January. Tomorrow is Monday anyways...