Stay Down

19

sitting in the car, i threw my head back against the headrest, watching the familiar streets that i once walked up and down as a child.

"what the hell am i doing."

my mind was made up.

i didn't care about what everybody else had to say, i had a duty to ride this shit out even if it didn't end well, i couldn't give up on what i already started.

hoppin' out the car, i walked up to trap whea doeboy stood, lettin' me in. "wassup boss?"

"shit nigga." walkin' in, i glanced around to see niggas packing up product, slicing it up, and girls leaving to run it fa me.

some lookin' younger then thirteen years old.

the warehouse was silent as i entered, all my workers watched me with cautious eyes, I ignored 'em.

taking the stairs up to my office,

turning the rusty knob, going in, i sat down in my leather chair, leaning back looking out the glass window at everything i had working fa me.

and letting it go felt like letting go of the only part of myself i felt comfortable with.

a hard knock, sounded on the otha end of the doe'.

"boss" honor poked his head in, "i got 'em."

"come in."

they all walked in, kain in the front then carter, holden, og, cannon, pusha, austin, honor and king in the back.

staring all them in the eyes one by one, memories flooded my mind with all of 'em.

cannon's mother was a junkie and kept delaying ha time to pay me, so she sold him to me, i made him work, i showed him how to hustle and he's only sixteen.

holden was a smart kid in highschool, he was a grade older then me but he ain't have shit, his pants had holes 'em, he'd come to school smellin' like he ain't showered and of course kids bein' kids actin' like they ain't neva struggled befoe, picked on 'em.

they always noticed the negative, not how he would wrap up his breakfast and lunch to bring it back home to his family, or how at the school toy drive he would always wait till every other kid got his toy before he did.

but i noticed, so i put him on to the game and his family ain't been hungry since.

"damn." mumbling, i sat back in my chair, placing my chin between my fingers, remembering each moment, every bad time and good.

meeting they families or listening to the women they'd brag to me about, smokin' with 'em after a long day of trappin', laughing at absolutely nothing.

they was down fa me.

the family that i was always missin'.

it wasn't a hard choice to make, with all them staring at me with respect and thankfulness.

i told 'em, "im stepping down."

the room was silent.

"what ?" king yelled, "fuck you mean you stepping down all for some bitch."

"boss what's going on?" og asked, more calmly.

"yea,man." carter added, "this don't even sound like you."

cannon, honor, holden and kain just stood there quiet.

"what you think?" i asked holden, "say sum."

he shrugged, "i respect it."

"yea me too man." cannon walked up to my desk, dappin' me up.

"why ?" kain asked, unamused.

it was silent again as they waited for my answer.

"i know where i belong."

he stared a little longer before taking a seat on the couch across from me. "i was waitin'."

and we both knew what he meant even if everybody else didn't.

"im turning my position ova ta ya honor." his eyes widen but i continued. "y'all treat him with the same respect y'all give me, any and everything go through him and if there's any fuck ups." i looked towards him, "im sure he'll handle it."

"yes boss." they agreed.

"honor !" king neared me, "you passing this shit down to this nigga, im yo blood, nigga i helped make this shit." flinging his hands in the air, "and you gon give my position to a nigga that ain't even worth shit."

i laughed, standing up. "i suggest ya watch ya mouth around ya new boss." looking up at honor who had his hand on his gun. "he ain't really to fond of ya."

grabbing my bag, i walked towards the door.

"so you ain't down." his anger radiating off of his body. "so you ain't down." he repeated, louder.

"nah." i said grabbing the door, "i guess im not."