Day one of being released from juvi wasn't what I was expecting. Day two was spent in my room, day three momma finally made her appearance. I was getting dressed when I heard her room door open. I wanted to run and embrace her and tell how her how much I missed and loved her.
As fast as her door opened, it slammed again.
"Momma"
I said, as I knocked for the 4th time. I've always waited on her to tell me come on, but this time I just walked in.
"What I tell you bout just walking up in my shit."
She said as she came out her bathroom.
"Momma I've been home 3 days, and you haven't come out this room. Gino gets his self together every day, like damn what's goin on?"
"So, you think cause you went and did that lil time you grown now and can question me? Gino get his self together cause he don't need me to hold is fucking hand no more. He get that shit from you and yo daddy, so what is your problem Gianni?"
Ding Dong
Our doorbell rang and momma got herself together and walked out. I should have just kept my mouth closed, I'm not that type of nigga though. I followed momma into the front room cause I needed to know who that was at the door and I still had some questions.
"Same time next week"
the man said, as he pocketed a pill bottle.
"Like clockwork baby" momma replied.
I couldn't really believe what I was seeing. I never thought my momma would be hustling, but this was the Lene Town and some of the most well-known go gettas be females.
"Oh, shit lil G waddup soulja." Dude said holding his hand out for a dap.
I just looked at that nigga like he was stupid. One thing I learned is never dap up a nigga you don't know and if a nigga try to dap you up and not shake your hand, he don't fuck with you.
"Don't lil g me nigga, you got what you came for now you need to shake the spot."
I walked off and went in my room, slamming my door behind me. I was mad as hell and really didn't understand why. I mean momma getting it and making shit shake. I just wish she wasn't doing shit but living life. There was no way my momma was gone be out here looking over her shoulders though.
I'll sell some shit before I let momma do it.
"Where you going and why you talk to my friend like that?
Momma said when she walked in my room.
"Look, I'm sorry I talked to your friend like that. I guess seeing you selling kind of had me tripping but I mean what can I say" I said.
I didn't even want to talk about it no more.
"Son I'm doing what I have to do to make sure me and yo brother good, if I gotta be the pill lady then that's what I'm gone do. I never liked working for nobody, and yo daddy took care of all of us.
besides, I got this shit too locked down to stop."
"If I come up with a plan to get some real deal cash, would you stop?" I asked.
The look on momma face was that of a individual who was so locked into they grind, wasn't no way they was stopping.
"I haven't came out my room because you look like yo ugly ass daddy"
she walked out closing my door behind her. she didn't answer my question and i know why.
Moms hated telling us no.
The walk to Tron's was longer than usual. I had so much running thru my mind that I had to really have a talk with myself. I had hoped me, and my mom could have reached a better understanding but there was no way in hell I was letting her sell shit while I was breathing.
When I made it to Tron's it was a different set of niggas out there watching. Stick and the other cat must be watching the other spot. Tron and some nigga that looked familiar stepped out the house as I was walking up.
"Speak of the devil. lil nigga you know when to pop in huh?"
"My fault I had just needed to holla at you bout sumn. It's cool though I can shoot back later."
"This the lil nigga you was talking about?"
I shot a confused look at Tron.
"What about me?"
"Tron say you got heart. You don't fear shit. I could use a nigga like you on this lil play im getting together. I'm talking some real deal bread."
His voice. That shit sounded too familiar. That's when it hit me.
Doughboy
Doughboy was a grimy ass nigga I used to her shit about hanging around Tay and the niggas he was cool with. The only reason I remember him is because, he used to always be at teen night trying to talk to females my age. or someone would point him out talking shit about how much of a hoe he was.
I was too young at the time to give a fuck, but from what i see he seemed to have changed some people's minds. He linked up with Tron and that's something he wouldn't normally do.
"Say let's link up on that later. I still need to patch him thru wit the details". Tron said.
"Say less, but I need to know something by tonight or I'm going by myself. I personally came to you cause I know you keep ya shit tight". Doughboy said.
They embraced like they been knowing each other for years. I know for a fact these two niggas do not know each other like that and I wasn't feeling this nigga at all.
once we were inside, I wasted no time filling Tron in on what I had allegedly knew about Doughboy.
"Naw, I had met him a few weeks ago and I was telling him about you and Tay."
"That's it nigga"?
"Damn what you on G?" Tron asked.
"That aint long enough to make a play like that wit that fool. I just don't like it and I don't trust that nigga."
"Nigga I know what I'm doing, i got this plan in motion and this gone help the cause. plus, it's been a minute, I been itchin to get back out there anyway."
Money ain't never moved me because I never had my own, but i done seen niggas with it and thats enough for me. I see what it can do to niggas, I see what it means to the streets and now I see it's got my boy by the dick and he fucking it.
"I know you done made 250k on these streets" i said.
Two of the people i care about the most out here tripping and all i wanted to do was save them from themselves, but who was I.
"Yeah, but I got some other shit going and brewing" Tron said, firing up his backwood.
"Yeah, aight we gone see." I said grabbing the wood for myself.
I got caught up in Tron messing with this fuck nigga, I forgot what i was even over there for.
"What was yall niggas discussing me for anyway. Nigga talkin bout heart and all that shit."
I handed the 4 gram or more wood back to Tron. he looked at me the same way he did all of them years ago when he asked me to do something stupid.
Im putting you on the play