I looked at the young boy walking over to me. He looked nervous and scared as fuck as he looked at my youngins’ crowding around me blocking his entrance.
“Where you going folk?” My brother JJ walked and stood in front of the young nigga.
“I want to talk to Prince.” He said looking over at me.
“Y’all Niggas move out the way and get back to work or some shit! Y’all aint my damn body guards!” I laughed and choked on smoke from my personal Extendo blunt.
Those niggas weren’t getting paid to sit around me all day. I didn’t need protection in my own hood. Everybody knew me and they knew I didn’t have a problem bodying a nigga if they got out of hand. All the protection I needed sat on my hip or in my pocket.
“Was sup?” I said standing straight up.
“I wanted to know if I could get on with you.” He said getting straight to the point. His eagerness was on point but his courage was off like hell.
I laughed and smoked on the blunt some more before answering his question.
“What’s your name lil man?” I said intentionally belittling the boy.
“Lil Mike.” He said as he looked at the niggas staring back at him.
I paused and blew the ash off of the now regular sized spliff.
“Lil nigga, Ima tell you like this. I don’t know who told you I was On some shit but I’m not. And if I was what the fuck makes you think that I would put you on? I mean I don’t even know you.” I asked rudely.
By now I could smell the fear on the little 17 year old boy. It wasn’t that I had a problem with him trying to get on with my team I just didn’t like that motherfuckers were buzzing with my business. Ole boy aint have a chance because I saw and smelt fear and I saw that he lacked heart. I could tell all of this by looking at him.
The goons behind me laughed, but I quickly silenced them because it wasn’t that I was trying to be funny I was being serious as hell! How the fuck Ima put this lil ass boy on. What the fuck could he possibly do…? I thought for a second.
I did just fire the “lookout” for being on the phone with his lil bitch while my Spot was TRYING to be robbed. Fortunately for him, the stick up kids never made it past the front door step. He walked away with his life but of course I snatched away his hood pride. He didn’t need that shit anyway, the pussy had him Distracted from the food I was feeding him. I smacked the fuck out of his ass and made him get the fuck from on my block. He could’ve mess up a big ass dope and cash move that my boy Murk set up if them lil fuckers would’ve gotten into my shit.
The Boy held his head down as if he was a little boy being scolded by his daddy. I felt bad for him as I looked at his appearance. He had a matted up flat top with some Dirty Air force 1’s on. It looked like he tried to clean them bitches up but apparently he didn’t try hard enough.
“Look Lil Mike. I’m not being funny or none of that shit. I see you got a drive in ya so Ima give you a chance. Aight?” I said melting into the Jits hands.
He reminded me of JJ when he first approached me about being on my team. I flipped out on him too. I never wanted my lil brother to follow in my footsteps but It was all he knew how to do! Shied it was all he saw! All because of me… I raised Jason A.k.a JJ since he was born. My mother never knew his daddy because she had become addicted to crack cocaine after my broke ass daddy left her to raise a growing 6 year old me all by herself. She used the crack to try to mend her broken heart not giving two shits about mine or a later JJ’s. That’s when my big warm heart turned cold and Hard. and If you are wondering yes, JJ was a crack baby. But shied it aint his fucking fault.
