The Neighborhood Hope Dealer

Intrologue

Nip and his Mom ... 

Nip and his mom, Angel on vacation on location in Seychelles, Africa. Off the coast of the Seychelles River. Nip had suggested to his mom they needed to whine down and she could get out her zodiac deck and play around with her favorite tarots summoning. He in tune needed to get back to writing Down his many bars to his many unfinished lyrics. His mom offered her baby son any meanings to any new words he would come across. Nip hugged his mom. Angel hugged him back. They were enjoying their cruise on their ferry boat. Coasting right along as the late sunset turned the evening Sky from blue to red. Those colors had Nip drawn into them. Asking his mom what colors she favored between the two. 

"Mother Angel, tell me what blue means to you?" 

Nip waited to see as he watched her ignoring him. Her face looked ghostly and the tarot cards were not being dishonest. Nip gathered by the look in her face, maybe he should've asked about the color red instead. 

Mother Angel kept ignoring her youngest son Nip. She was too astonished at her tarot cards were conveying. She has been studying and reading about the after life since she was his age. Gifted to her and with the aid of her own mom, Grand Maw. Nip called his grandmother, Grand Maw. Mother Angel did look up to her. She studied his mature facial features. That was all she had to go by. Strong facial maturity. His looks were a liken The Shaw of Iran. She would never say to Nip. She wanted to know what might be the connection. Probably the length of his hair. She often let him know he had killer looks, who's doing the killing? Mother Angel needed her tarot cards to answer that strange thought. She knew she'd better not entertain the imagery. Not at a time when he was possessing so much energy. Nip living with her while her oldest Sam was at Grand Maw's sanctuary. Sam wrote letters and called not so often. Telling Nip if he ever came back to South Central, to try and join the Islam Religion. Telling Nip they stand on corners selling apples and oranges and taking donations for a dollar or two. 

Nip. He never looking back up at Mother Angel, yet he sure as hell felt those tarot cards speaking. He sure as hell did not need the man made idiotology of some ancient 'haints' escaping. Yet he knew he needed to stay in the dimly lit gully of the ferry boat. Feeling the motion of the ocean and he thought to himself, did he just get a battle cry hook  in his brainstorming? Now he thought maybe he should ask his Mother Angel to ask her tarot cards who was that crying or yet a huge battle cry. So strong that he did not know how to write it on note paper. Still hearing the neighboring echo in his tender and soft voice or voices. 

The tarot reached him and summons him to go out on the edge of the ferry boat and he got the notion it would be worth it to find out if his mom, Mother Angel is in trouble. She never looks up until he looks back at her. Both with beautiful cat eyes got to starring at each other. 

"Speak into existence my precious baby boy" 

Knowing he was not into the 'advisors ' She spoke their language or they now able to sing because of him

"Going out on the edge of the ferry boat " 

Was he hypnotized? What wasn't his Mother Angel not revealing? 

She lowered her head. Closed her eyes to pray. She needed not to flip over the next card unless it be the one.

Nip grabbing the tight knotted rope and held on as the ferry boat coast. Matching the shifting of the swift waves. He felt like bellowing out a soulful hymn. Speaking into existence. His Mother Angel cringed at how those tarot cards had grabbed a hold of Nip? 

"NO! NO! NO! NO! " she screamed out 

He cried or was crying, but it was his own Mother Angel's crying he was capturing. Tears rolled down her face as she became combatant