Friday
2:00 p.m
Dave POV
The crew and I were now back in Harlem. We've been away--I've been away for so long, so coming back to Harlem was a must. I got niggas here who are like.
Shooter and I were in the back of the Bentley truck, Bully and Buck were in the front and Buck was and the other were in the car behind us, the others being Pablo, Trix and Qauz.
I was on my fifth blunt for the day and second bottle of Belaire. I'm faded.
As we pulled up to the building I grew up in, we got out. Man ain't nothing changed about Harlem, this is home to us.
"Big East in da city" My boy Blacks said walking up to me, I chuckled dapping him up.
"Yea you know, what's good chuz", he dapped up Bully, Shooter and Neek. I remember when we was running these streets. We would be on the corners posted up every day trying to make a lil money just so we could eat.
Looking at my crew and the niggas we grew up with, it feels surreal that we made it out the hood, but you know can't take the hood out of us. A few more people came up to us dapping us and stuff making conversation.
"Yo. We got Belaire, we gonna drink and create a lil atmosphere aight" Shooter said opening the trunk of the Bentley.
Walking over to the trunk to help, I was handing out Belaire and plastic cups to every hand that in I could see. Opening a bottleI poured some into a plastic cup taking a sip, looking down I saw one of my niggas and his son who was walking next to him.
Smiling I made my way over to him stooping to his level, "What's up lil man". He grabbed my face laughing speaking in gibberish. "Yea aight I'm gonna come around more often" I said understanding his baby gibberish. When you're a parent you know just understand.
Replying with gibberish he smiled like he understood what I said, I chuckled and balled up my fist gently dapping him up before standing up to dap up my nigga. "How you been?".
"You know, working, taking care of fam" he replied, "That's good bro, you and your mom straight now?" I asked. "Yea she finally now accepts Nichole as the mother of my kids" he replied. "Yea?. I like that, I told you though".
The beat for Wit Me then came on, looking through the tinted windows of the Bentley I saw Neek in the front seat.
"I got my chrome wit' me
Back in the day, I wanted to bone Chilli
My crib private, can't take you home wit' me
Racks? I done blown fifty, copped my own blickies (Uh)
Free Taxstone quickly as I put on Biggie (Biggie)
Ain't got my phone wit' me (Uh-uh)
Not tryna talk, most of these hoes silly (Silly)
They know my name throughout my whole city (New York)" blasted through the speakers.
"It's Dave East" I heard making me look to my left, it was a group of boys, the looked to be around thirteen or fourtheen.
"Can we get a picture" One of them asked with a phone in his hand with the camera app opened, smilling I replied "Yea sure". Taking the phone we gathered in for a selfie, handing the phone back he dapped me up. "Thanks man" he replied bfore walking off with his friends hyping over the pic.
"East" Beanz walked up to me dapping me, "Ma nigga" I chuckled, "It's been a lil minute, what's up with you?". "Oh you know baby momma drama, side chick drama just drama bro. I got no peace in my life right now" he replied shaking his head. "Damn bro it's like that".
Beanz baby momma and kids lives in Atlanta. He didn't want them in Harlem as it could be bad for him with him still selling dope. Understandable, I can see how him not being in Atlanta can be a problem. He could have them live in New Jersey but then his baby momma would find out about his other baby momma. That ain't my business though. I mean, Harlem ain't for kids fasho' but the kids growing up in Harlem right now are gonna know the meaning of life, sacrifices, take a few L's and of course know what tragedy is, sadly, but it's life.
"Yea man" he replied. "You need to do better chuz, kids need their dad, not just money and expensive gifts" I shrugged.
"I know bro I'm trying. I got a whole other secret family out here. You know my girl don't play, she would kill me if she ever find out" he said.
"Oh yea. That's what you get. Nobody told you to cheat knowing your girl is a psycho" Qauz said stating fatcs, I nod my head in agreement.
"Man" Beanz replied smaking his lips, "Niggas just need to keep their mouths shut" he added.
"Aight man whatever you say" I chuckled as Damn That Shit Hurt came on.
"Damn, that shit hurt
It bring tears to my eyes to see my dawg on a shirt
And I think about his momma, all the pain she goin' through
And I start to feel worse
In these streets ain't no peace
Gotta keep a fuckin' chopper for the beef, this shit ain't sweet
Niggas grimy in these streets
Damn, that shit hurt"
Every time I hear this song Freaky comes to mind. I'm healed but I'm still hurt and it's like I'm still grieving whenever I think about him. They took my dawg away from me for nothing, my cousin died way too young.
"Freaky got us, protecting us always" Bully said pouring some Belaire onto the pavement.
"Yes he does" I whispered to myself looking up to the sky. "To Freaky" we all said in union pouring more liquor on the pavement. Putting my blunt to my lips I inhaled, Freaky Forever.
After chilling with my niggas, laughing and joking around a nigga was hungry as a motherfucker.
"Yo yall wanna go down by Mr J?. A nigga hungry as fuck" I expressed.
"Fuck yea" Shooter said rising to his feet from the chair and we all followed suit. Mr J was the man back in the day, he would give us food for free and always told us to stay out of trouble not nothing we were selling dope. When he did find out though he cussed out us saying he was disappointed, but from knowing our situation back then he helped us in any way he could.
Six minutes later we arrived at Mr J Cook Shop, Beanz was the first at the door opening it as the rest of us followed behind. "Yo Mr J" he semi yelled laughing.
"Is that-wait a minute" Mr J said staring at us fixing his glasses, "If ain't my lil trouble makers, now grown up and everything" he said making his way over to us. "Yall boys staying out of trouble right" he with his head down eyes peeping over the top of his glasses.
"Now come on Mr J, I've always been good" Qauz said, Mr J scoffed, "You're a lot of things but good ain't never been one of them" he replied making us laugh.
"You always do me dirty Mr J" Qauz laughed, "However, no disrespect but niggas are hungry as hell" he said for us.
"Well let's change that then" Mr J replied patting me on the back as we all walked over to where the counter was.
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EWNETA |Dave East Story| (EDITING)
أدب المراهقين(U-net-a) CURRENTLY EDITING I started writing this book back in 2020 during Covid19 out of pure boredom and I was trying to upload as quickly as possible to keep the readers then entertained rushing each publish without proof reading. I will try to...
