Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
“Get me two sausage, egg and cheese, and tell her to put jelly on both of em!” the shorty grabbed the money and ran off in the other direction. The morning on the block was quiet, you could never tell what went on, and that’s how we liked it. Sometimes it got so peaceful it was scary. Nothing moved, you could see a fiend from blocks away. What a feeling, a fresh pack of bottles, a pocket full of money and I’m the only one out here. It could be a good thing or I could be in Green Street by 12 o’clock. But it didn’t make a difference I was clockin’ and that’s my life.
I usually stand in front of the house and wait for my nigga to wake up in the morning. We used the backyard as a stash so I always had access to the drugs. I could just come on the block, stand in front of the store and wait for the sells to come. I knew the bottles were back there, we always kept work. I got my morning customers. Most of them work and just want to get on before punching the clock. The white girl in the Nissan works at the hospital or something, I could tell by her uniform. She usually get four every morning, sometimes I give her five for twenty if I feel like it, most of the time I’m like fuck that bitch , no deals. Most of my fiends live right on the block, some get credit some don’t, I can’t fuck with everybody. My usuals comeback all day, they spend most of there time around the hood looking for ways to get money for more coke. You should see these niggas with shopping carts, full of cans and copper pipes and shit. I saw one nigga pushing a whole house radiator to the scrap yard, uphill. It’s crazy what they do for that coke man. By the time shorty got back from the store with the food I was already about five clips in, shit was coming. I took the bag and headed to the porch, by that time my homeboy came out, “peace GOD!............peace”
I usually stand in front of the house and wait for my nigga to wake up in the morning. We used the backyard as a stash so I always had access to the drugs. I could just come on the block, stand in front of the store and wait for the sells to come. I knew the bottles were back there, we always kept work. I got my morning customers. Most of them work and just want to get on before punching the clock. The white girl in the Nissan works at the hospital or something, I could tell by her uniform. She usually get four every morning, sometimes I give her five for twenty if I feel like it, most of the time I’m like fuck that bitch , no deals. Most of my fiends live right on the block, some get credit some don’t, I can’t fuck with everybody. My usuals comeback all day, they spend most of there time around the hood looking for ways to get money for more coke. You should see these niggas with shopping carts, full of cans and copper pipes and shit. I saw one nigga pushing a whole house radiator to the scrap yard, uphill. It’s crazy what they do for that coke man. By the time shorty got back from the store with the food I was already about five clips in, shit was coming. I took the bag and headed to the porch, by that time my homeboy came out, “peace GOD!............peace”
Sunday, September 20, 2009
another late night fine tuning a beat, with hopes that my MPC fund would magically grow overnight. I be asking myself why i continue, with no prospect of greatness. without anything to look forward to. I opened a bottle of paul may, my first sip got me to the point i wanted to be, it was about 2 hours until i took the next sip, besides the purp had me going......
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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