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03' adolescence played through my earphones as i walked home from the corner store gribbling my basketball back and forth through my legs as i walked mumbling the lyrics.
"Things change, rearrange, or so do I It ain't always for the better dawg, I can't lie I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be.. Move along, nothing to see" i rapped feeling the lyrics just a little too hard
quickly jogging across the street i neared my block. i was out because ma need some more bread and wanted her sunflower seeds since it was only a quick 10 minute walk i went.
my music wasn't so loud so i could hear everything around me. hearing a gun click i paused for a brief second telling my self my mind is just playing tricks on me.
"you trippin miah it ain't nobody around it's just you" i repeated to myself lowly
feeling something cold press against my back im smacked my lips.
"turn around slowly" i heard
i really don't got a choice but to listen
turning around slowly i was met with roscoe's bitch made ass.
"run me all yo shit" he waved the .44 in my face
ian have nothing but my phone, some money and my shoes. i stared at him for a quick minute before i lowly chuckled it wasn't the time at all but i couldn't stay serious for the life of me and this moment right here was proof.
"nigga you really laughing like yo life ain't in my hands right now" he smirked
well no shit sherlock.
"NOW"
no need to shout
i took the little bit of money i had left and my shoes off throwing them towards him.
not my favorite shoes😣
"this for yo homeboy heem tell him watch his back" he hit me with the butt of the gun
"shit" i hissed touching where i was hit feeling blood trickle down my face
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"what took so lo- what happened?!"
"i got robbed" i walked to the bathroom almost falling over
"sit down so i can clean your face up"
sitting down on the toilet seat i let her clean me up. while she did that she kept asking me the same question who did it and am i okay to which i replied with i'm fine.
"what all was taken?" ma asked putting a bandaid on my wound
"my shoes and some money" i shrugged
i wasn't worried about the shoes or the $15 he took i could care less about that shit i'm just happy i made it home. i got a call from angel making me answer all though i didn't want to because i knew she was going to overreact.
"what happened?!"
"i was robbed" i said nonchalantly
"why you so nonchalant about it?"
"because i'm tired of talking bout it it's in the past so drop it" i said walking to my room
"okay miah" she sighed
i took my shirt off and joggers leaving on my wife beater and basketball shorts, i threw my basketball in the corner of my room laying down.
"angel" i called out not liking the silence
"hmmm?"
"get back in the camera"
i noticed her tear filled eyes making me smile slightly one thing bout angel is she's gonna show her emotions good or bad.
"why you tearing up stink?"
"because you got robbed you not even showing the slightest sadness" she sniffed wiping her eyes
"i'm okay though i'm alive and that's all that matters me and my busted face is good" i chuckled
"i know but still" she pouted
"i'm good i promise" i reassured her
last thing i needed was my girl worrying my ma already worries enough.
"you know who did it?"
"roscoe" i told her
she scrunched her face up looking at me
"for what?"
"something that gotta do wit him and heem" i huffed
my plan was to drop the situation and go to sleep but i guess she had other plans because she bombarded me with questions. all i know is heem gon have to see me.
