Rhymes of Passion

Chapter 5

Robb Man's POV

After I got off the phone with Driver, I thought about how I was going to spend the rest of my Thursday, being that Monday, I lost my job as a Patient Transporter at the local hospital. Even though I can continue to get by with taking battles here and there and selling weed and pills. That hospital gig was legit as fuck, I got to push sick and old ass people around all day and flirt with the bitches who take care of them. Shit I knew they'd piss test, but I ain't know they would piss test me, I knew I should've stopped smokin weed. Now my baby mama really gonna be trippin! Good thing a few mafuckas owe me money. I guess I can spend the rest of my day collectin my fuckin bread, because the last thing I want to do is fallback on them child support payments. I got up threw on some yellow sweatpants and a purple hoody and some yellow Puma's. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. Got in my car put the key in the ignition, damn my dumbass almost on e. Decided to head to the gas station on MLK and 9th. Walking in there, I always fucked with the Ahky behind the counter whenever I'm in here... "Yeeeeeer what up Apu, you not gonna welcome me to the Quick E Mart!!" He spoke back to me in his deep middle eastern accent, "I tol you, don't call me dat, it's racist, we the same you and I broother!!" "Well Shiiid if we the same, let me run this bitch, I'm tryna get some of that Arab money!!" "No no no, you not work here my friend, your people come here they take, they don't pay. No work!!!" I looked at him like he was fuckin crazy. I thought to myself, I should rob this bitch, but I'm a changed man. So I simply replied, while throwing up air quotes, ""Now that's racist, shiiid I thought we were the same my brother", let me get the fuck outta here, let me get a black and mild, 2 grape Swisher's, and 15 on pump 3!!" He rung me up, I paid for my shit and began to head towards the door. Before I left out, I turned around and said "Aight Osama imma holla at you!!" I got the pleasure of seeing his face fill with what looked like annoyance and disdain. Walked up to my car and began to pump my gas. Got in my whip and spun off. Decided to head to my young boi Deuce crib, I fronted him a little something, seemed like the perfect time to collect on what he owed. Pulled up to his crib, grabbed my piece from under the seat, tucked it in my hoody pocket. Knocked on the door twice, no answer, knocked two more times and stepped back. As soon as I looked to the window, I seen fingers pullin down on the window blinds. "Yeeeeeer.... Deuce, We do this shit every time I come to collect. Open the ghat damn door, or I'm kickin that bitch down by the count of 5!" I yelled out. Deuce was like a lil brother to me, but sometimes he could be a asshole and take advantage of my lenient tendencies towards him, shit that I'd have most niggas zipped up for, I let him slide. Out of the respect I had for his father, may God rest his soul, he was my OG growin up. I used to try my best to keep Deuce from following my footsteps and his pops, but shiiid he was his father's son, some shit is just inevitable. I gave him one more warning then I began my 5 count, except I wasn't starting at one. "3 Mississippi... 3 and a half Mississippi... come on Deuce, open the fuckin door... 4 Mississippi!" Stood back to get ready to kick the door in, "Fiii". Before I could finish getting five out, I heard the locks on the door begin to click. I pushed the door open, "Yeeeeeer, why the fuck you play these games, eeerrrrtime I come to collect." He began to stutter and fumble over his words, "Wha wha you talkin bout, nigga I was sleep." "Nigga you know what ya pops use to say to me whenever I even thought about sleep?" He knew exactly what I was going to say, so it didn't surprise me when we both said it in unison. "Nigga if you sleepin, you a broke nigga, We all have the same 24 while we livin, Sleep when you die, hustle while you alive!!!" I pushed my way all the way in his house and closed the door. "Now that's out the way, where my money bruhbruh??" He headed to his bedroom, came back out moments later with a shoebox, he handed it to me. I opened it, just by opening it and eyeballing it, it looked like a lil under 1200, "Yeeeer this all you got, shit lookin a lil light." "I gotta eat,I got bills, this place don't pay for itself young wolf out here starvin" He replied with a raspy tone. "Oh you starvin? You gotta eat? You got Bills? This place don't pay for itself?" I said sarcastically, as mad as I was, I understood. A 18 year old kid, Pops dead, mother a junkie, he was carrying the weight of the world by his self. I respected it because in a sense he reminds me of myself at that age. I threw the shoebox on the coffee table that sat unsymmetrical between his pleather couch and 32 inch tv. Minus how dark and dusty the house was, for a 18 year old kid he was doing better than most. He sat on his couch and turned his PS4 on. "I'm trusting that shoebox to weigh the same as when you handed it to me," I said as I began to walk through the house, I made my way into his kitchen. I opened his refrigerator, even with no lightbulb on the inside, it wasn't difficult to see how empty it was. I yelled from the kitchen, "Yeeeer, You hungry???" He yelled back, "I can eat!!!" I walked back into the living room grabbed the shoebox off the coffee table and sat next to him. I didn't bother counting it, but I did take the time out to sort it out, matching fives with the fives, tens with the tens, and the 20's with the 20s. "Yeeeeeer you know you can't do this forever right? You should be in schoo, learning shit, fuckin bitches on a campus somewhere, you don't wanna end up like me or ya-" Before I could get it out he finished my sentence for me, "Or my pops?, I keep telling you that school shit ain't for me, Niggas ain't gotta do that academic shit to make money these days." I couldn't be mad at him, he was right, just ain't gonna tell him he was right. Deep down inside I knew his father wouldn't want this street shit to be apart of Deuce life, but I wasn't his father. Only so much I could do or say to this lil nigga. I see it like this, I rather him be under my wing, than for him to be under the grasp of someone who would view him as expendable. I finished sorting the money out, put it in a nice fold and slid it in my pocket. "Yeeeeeer, go put something clean on, we gonna get something to eat make a few runs and prolly slide by Driver crib. I should probably tell you, The league booked us against one of ya favorites"... "Who?" He responds with a blend of curiosity and excitement cutting through his raspy voice. "Remember how I told you, how me and Driver violated, ol hoe ass Pro-Noun?, Well Slap an' nem thought it would be dope to have me and Drive vs Pro and Hush The Assassin!!" His eyes lit up as he said, "Nah y'all gotta have me in the building on the stage for that shit!" "Yeah yeah I'll think about it, go get ready, I'm hungry as fuck." After we left Deuce crib, We headed to the Jamaican spot, after that we went around making a few runs. Pulled up to Driver's crib, in a parking spot a couple feet from his door. Decided to roll a few blunts before we went in... We in the whip listening to music while we roll up. A silver Honda Accord pulled up a few cars down from mine. Deuce looked over "Da fuck them niggas doin over on this side?" "What you chattin bout?" I asked curiously. "Them niggas that just rolled up, they known for kick doors!!" I lit my freshly rolled blunt up and said, "Well this should be good, let's see who these niggas about to get!!" They slid their ski mask on, both hopped out the whip, one had a 12 gauge, the other one looked like he was grippin a glock. "Oh shit ain't that Driver's crib?" Deuce asked. I thought to myself as I put the blunt in the ash tray, I asked Deuce, "Yo you got ya shit on you?" Deuce said, "Never leave home without it." "Well get out the whip, Driver bathroom window just big enough for you to climb into but be extra quiet, if shit go left you know what to do, keep ya phone close. Because when these niggas hop back in they V imma follow them, and drop send y'all the location whenever they reach where they be at." "Say less!" Deuce said as he jumped out the whip. I sat there praying that this goes the way I need it to go. Can't afford anything to happen to my brother Driver or Deuce!!! I crunk the V up so I could be prepared to follow these niggas when they come out. As I sat there waiting anxiously, less than 5 minutes later, these niggas ran out the crib sprinting heavy to their Honda. They pulled off, so I did the same. I damn near hit this stupid ass pizza delivery nigga on the way out the complex. But I'm on a mission! Driver's fucked up situation could lead to a blessing for the both of us. Just gotta follow these niggas to the promise land, whenever they reach their destination, huh, it's lit up for these niggas...