𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐙 𝑨𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆́ 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔-𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏-𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍, 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔.

𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 4 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣', 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 '𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 & 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚.

"𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ..."

"𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.. 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀" © -𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 ✍︎︎

"𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽" 𝟨-𝟤𝟦-𝟤𝟤

the story of slim & cash.

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

If my life is without you, it may never be the same. I crossed that street, only for debris to set me back. The busy streets washed past us trampling over everything we once had. The honking blocked my ears of the lies you told only making me want to prolong my stay. The cars, trucks and buses ran over my overly tired pumping heart that seemed to mean nothing to you. We let the bystanders come between us distancing us farther and farther away from each other. The tug you had on my heart stopped traffic, only allowing me to realize that I was All Grown Up, and I still couldn't manage to cross the street to His Block.

What if the love of your life only stood across the street from you? What would you do? Cross the street or wait for them to do so? Would you guys both make the attempt or let the busy streets wash past you guys and blind your eyes of the future you guys can have? Let the honking block your ears of the expression of love that could be once heard. Let the cars, trucks and buses block the views of the pumping hearts that hold value to you both. Let the bystanders get through you both erasing every memory you guys once accumulated. What would you do as you stand on his block?