Coming from the hood, you develop a certain mindset ... a unique mentality. Although some are just wishing for a way out, sometimes you're stuck in a cycle. Sometimes life runs in a loop, like its stuck on repeat. What will it take break a generatio...
Melanie Egpyt Jackson | Mel or Lani July 31st|12:07 PM|Location: 31st Street
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"Nyny! Nyny! Nynyyyyyy!!!" I shouted from the porch. "I know a black ass bitch hear me df ugh" I mumbled rolling my eyes, getting up to go stand at the screen door.
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"Nah'jour! Nah'jourrrrrr! You green asf if you ignore me now cause I'm looking right at you standing in the kitchen... so turn around" I spoke in a very agitated tone.
"Jitt fuck you want calling me like you granny or sumn... damn ain't een much gimme a chance to get downstairs" Nyny said with his back still facing me. See this what I be talking bout just petty. If you heard me calling you come see what I want, hell at least respond, send a damn smoke signal or sumn. "Nyny this how you gone treat me after I been gone all these months wowww ima remember this! Anyways can you please come walk with me to the candy lady house, it's hot as a bitch I want a honeydripper." I pouted using my best sad face.
After waiting for a long perilollically timeee, Nyny finally strolled out the front door looking ghetto as hell eating a bowl of noodles. "Ever since you got them tattoos you forgot what a shirt was. Ooppp and toes out hoes out yunno what they say bout niggas who wear slides with no socks hmm lemme find out you hiding a girlfriend. But ayyyyeee lemme get a noodle fav." I said teasing with a smirk cause I know I slick just wanted to taste his noodles.
"Lani you shot df out on bd, you a fool ain't nobody hiding no bitch dawg I missed yo ass fahreal. Hmm and get ONE SINGLE noodle like you asked." Nyny told me laughing being sure to put emphasis on the last part while passing me his bowl. He so petty I can't stand it I swear.
We soon approached 35th Street, bussing a quick right to get the Miss Mary the candy lady house. When I tell ya this lady is the fuckin truth, there's no cap in my rap. She have everything you can think of nachos, hot sausages, pickled eggs, honeydrippers, candy, $5 chicken or snack plates, crab boil peanuts. Baby Miss Mary don't play. Her shit be jumpin like the trap. Well technically it is, everybody know this how she clean her grandsons' drug money.
