Keeping It Real
Back in school the following morning, we had shit jumping, left and right, once everybody realized we had that real fire ass weed, they stopped copping from Turtle and his lil friends. And started messing with us! Something we learned to love, and would always be use too, anything green. We loved, and lived for, the saying is, money makes the world go round, and if we had anything to do with the world spinning, it would never stop, cause we was trying to get all the money we could. The bad thing is. We knew sooner rather than later, it would bring the haters but, and with the haters” unnecessary beef. We already had a bad feeling bout, Turtle and his friends, all because Flick beat his boy at running, now us taking over on the weed tip. Shit was about to get hectic, but we were prepared for any and everything. Cause we live by the saying, G.A.B.O.S so we expected none in return. Fatboy, whats up Jay. Nothing, you got something on you” Jay asked. Yeah dog, what you trying to get, let me get a twenty he said handing the money to Fatboy, alright dog here you go, giving the kid a twenty, but you would think it was a fifty as fat as it was. See this the thing that had us jumping so fast. We gave you what you paid for, Turtle was selling alright weed, and the sacks was Skimpy, so it was easy to take over! Every since we stepped foot on school grounds. Ive been having a bad feeling, like something wasnt right Fatboy was thinking’ touching his side. But remember he told his friends last night, to leave the fire home, not knowing Pokey didnt. Dog look, ya’ll be on point, I got a bad vibe about something “Fatboy told his two friends, who just nodded their heads, look the bell just rung” so Imma catch ya’ll at lunch, alright! Alright they said. Giving one another dap “hey ya’ll, forreal stay on point, Fatboy said. Dog we got you. We know you got them super powers” Flick said, laughing. We got you, Pokey said walking off. 2 hours later, it was time for lunch, and this is when, people be wanting to get they smoke on. As I exited, the class room, and met up with Pokey and Flick. We began our journey to the lunch room, only to be stopped by a few people. Ready to visit the angels, we did our thing “Sold, a nick acre, a dime there, and a twenty every few steps! Damn we got this shit on firer, Pokey said. Smiling! Listen ya’ll, let's go head to the lunch room, and get something to eat. So we can chill awhile, when we enter the lunch room. Something didnt quite feel right. When we looked round, we saw Turtle and his crew, looking at us all crazy and shit, ya’ll be on point, incase these niggaz got some tricks up they sleeves, Fatboy said, making sure his friends was ready, just in case! Man fuck them niggas, Pokey said. Whatever them niggas wanna do, Im bout that, man look, we all know its whatever with all us” but we aint trying to stop the world from spinning, we got plenty more money to make. Flick said. Man, look, let's go ask these niggas what's up, Pokey said, walking off. With his two friends beside him, ready for whatever, in Fatboy mind “all he was thinking” was one minute you down “next minute you up” thats the way the game is. Whoever got the best and most, always win. He was thinking” when he heard. Turtle say, what ya’ll niggas want. I came to ask you the same thing, since ya’ll seem to be eyeing a nigga. Whats up with ya’ll, Pokey said. Ya’ll gotta problem with us “Cause if so, we can go head and solve this shit right now Pokey said heated. Nigga what you mean? The kid name Wacko ask. Just what I said lil nigga, if you niggas want some problem or got a problem with us, lets handle this shit now, Pokey said, look nigga. Dont go to feeling like you Rambo or Bruce Lee cause you aint” Turtle said, if we had a problem with ya’ll trust me. We would address it, so dont feel like a nigga scared of you, or running from ya’ll, cause we aint. We just dont have time to be rapping with you fools thats all! Niggas like us, got bigger and better things to do” lets ride Pok”, these niggas dont want no problem Fatboy said as they turnt to walk off, the nigga name Rachet” holled “at Pokey” you better watch your back, and started laughing” which made Pokey” lift up his shirt and expose the gun, which we never knew he had on him, dog to be so skinny” ya got a big ass mouth, cause for one, I dont take kindly to threats” he said. Walking toward the nigga, hold up, Pok. Just a sec, hey, Flick, dirty, get up outta here, incase this shit gets ugly “You the only one in our crew, got something going for himself, and I dont wanna see you mess that up. Fatboy told his dog “Look dog” you must forgot when we all became friends. We made a truce, that we all family” and bleed the same blood, so I aint about to bounce on ya’ll. Remember G.A.B.O.S so have none for me, cause blood is always thicker than water, Flick said. Alright my nigga. You dead ass right, Fatboy said, Pok, whats up” what you wanna do? Man ya just chill” Imma whoop this nigga ass. Hun hold this. He said passing Fatboy the gun, as soon as he gave the gun to Fatboy, he hit the nigga Rachet with a three piece which caught him off guard, and dropped him, dead on his back. As soon as Turtle them. Seen his dog get knocked out” they tried to get at my dog” only to hear, the sound of thunder, as Fatboy let two go. If I was you niggaz, I wouldnt think about it, Fatboy said. Look these bullets aint got yall name on them. But I can promise if You niggas touch my dog” they’ll have ya’ll blood on them, man you tripping Flick said. Put that shit up! Them crackers coming” you in here shooting in the lunch room you know these hating ass niggas gone tell on ya. Man fuck these niggas, Fatboy said heated but at the same time tucking the burning 38 back in his side. When he seen them crackers coming “By then it was too late; students began yelling and pointing he got a gun” pointing at Fatboy. Damn these some snitching ass bitches, he was thinking” as he was bomb rush. By all these cracker, which supposed to be guards or some shit” Damn ya’ll gone break his arm cracker, ya’ll already got him down, Pokey said” wanting to do something, but not knowing what to do” Flick was so mad. He couldnt even talk, all he was thinking” if this nigga Pokey wouldda left like we said” Dog wouldnt be on the ground. Proably on his way to jail, and I know this nigga heard dog, say dont bring no fire to school, good thing he sold all the weed he had on him before we came in this bitch, Flick was thinking, as they picked Fatboy up, and started excorting him out the school, and in to a waiting police car. Hey Pokey, let my old girl know what happen, alright? Alright, dirty, I got you, Pokey said, hey Flick. Keep that nigga outta trouble. I got you dog. If Pokey wasnt already on papers in his mind, he knew, he wouldda never let his friend, go out like that as the police car pulled off, with his dog in the back seat. All he could say, was man, fuck this school shit’ Im done with this bullshit and began to walk home. When Fatboy reach the county jail, he learned his was being charged with, possion of a firerarm, by a minor, and causing a seen while on school property” his bond was set at 15,000 dollars, with the 10 percent it would cost him 1500 dollars to get out. After all the finger printing and photo taking was done, he got his one chance to make a free phone call, the first person came to mind, was Mr. Big but remembered he didnt have his #, so he called his mom’s hello, Kecia answered the phone, Kecia where momma at. He asked she sleep why? Where you at? Im at the county jail, boy you in jail, what the hell you did? Man where momma at, boy momma gone have a fit. Momma, momma’! Kecia yelled, your son on the phone, and he calling from the jail house’, hello, boy where you at”, Im in jail momma, for what she asked. Something happen at school earlier and I got cased up” doing what Boy “I had a gun, but it wasnt mines” whose was it then? In her mind she already knew none other than Pokey” momma, look I only got bout 2 more minutes before this phone hangs up. I need you to call Mr. Big, I mean Sterling, and have him band me out”, how much is your bond his mother asked all concerned, 15,000 with the 10 percent 1,500 I’ll be there in a minute boy, bye, she said hanging the phone up in his ear “Damn she hot. He was thinking’. Kecia? Whats up ma, look, Im about to go get ya brother, make sure when Tia & Renee bet home, tell them I said clean that kitchen up, alright momma, I heard you. Kecia said, watching her mother count the $ she was saving to move out the hood. Now go to getting her brother outta jail. Momma love that stupid behind boy” Kecia was thinking as her mother left the house. On her way to the bondsman she found herself saying a prayer “Lord please keep this boy outta trouble, and just help him make the right decision in life. If not he gonna get in some trouble he can't get out of, please Lord, ‘she said as she pulled up to James Bondsmen. Jumping out her car, and jogging to the door, she rushed in” Look my baby is in jail, and I need to bond him out. Slow down ma’am “Please” first who is your son. Oh, Tyler Gore” they picked him up for a gun charge, hold on let me look at this cumpter. Okay here it goes” his bond is 15,000 dollars, ten percent 1,500 dollars. How will you pay, in cash she said, handing him the money. Alright just fill out these papers right quick, than you can go get him, the man said. Alright thank you she said filling out the proper paper work, 15 minute later, Fatboy heard his name being called “Gore your bonds been posted, pack up all your stuff, and come to the front. Damn that was quick. Momma musta flew here, he was thinking as he was getting dressed, a few seconds laters he walked out the county jail a free man” looking over the parking lot to see where his momma was “he seen her sitting in her car like she just got through crying” all he could do, was say momma” Im sorry, and thanks for coming to get me. Listen boy “You my only son, and I love you” but you gotta start making better choices with your life. Unless you want me to come visit you in places like these she said, catching a tear before it felled, I got you momma, I’mma do better! He said as his mother began the drive home! Now you wanna explain to me, what happen today at school, his mother asked, and the truth, momma. Look. We was about to get into it with some other dudes. When my friend handed me the gun, and asked me to hold it, while he fight this one kid, when he knocked buddy out” his dogs acted like they were about to jump my friend. So I shot in the air, thats all momma, and when I turnt around them crackers was knocking me behind to the ground! He said, So I guess you suspended from school too, his momma said. More like exspelled, momma. But Imma still try and go back, if not ‘I’ll get my geo’. He said, looking at his momma, momma you alright “Yeah Im okay.” Just thinking thats all. After all the talking was over, Fatboy had time to think to himself, he knew when he went to court “The most they would do, was send him to a program, but he was hoping for probation or something that would keep him free! When they pulled up, in front of their building his mother cut the car off, and went in the house, not looking back at her son, or even saying anything else to him. Damn momma hot. He was thinking” as he walked in the house, his sisters started saying: Jail bird home, jail bird home, trying to be funny, kiss my, Fatboy was about to say, until he heard his momma say ‘Boy I wish you would, tell somebody to kiss your dirty ass, and ya’ll leave that boy alone, he in enough trouble already. She said, turning walking in her room, and slamming the door. Dang “Stupid boy now you got momma hot at all us, with your stupid but, this sister Tia said. She should be Kecia said, she just paid all the money she was saving up, to get your ass out the hood. Now she had to end up using it, to get you outta jail. Damn I fucked up, Fatboy was thinking” but momma gone have more than enough $ when Im done! He was thinking!
Man, if momma come back out, tell her I'm outside getting some air. Not even 15 minutes later, he sees Pokey walking up. What's up Dog, Pokey ask. I see them crackers let you go “Na’ll Dog” my momma paid her last to get me out. But what's up with you. Listen Fatboy I know you mad at me for bringing the peice to school. If I wouldnt have brought it, like you said last night, we wouldn't be having this conversation, Dog I ain't mad at cha, Fatboy said, also, Pokey said, I quit school, why Fatboy asked. Cause it's not for me, I gotta make this money, them crackers don't give a fuck about me, they ain't trying to help me, so fuck that school shit. The streets is all I know anyways. Pokey said venting! What they talking bout with you, oh you know I'm expelled. Not that “nigga” the case, oh I don't know yet. I got a court date in 21 days. How much was ya bond, 15,000 dollars but you know with the 10% it was only 1,500 dollars my old girl, came up with the money, Fatboy dog, Im sorry, about what happen. No sweat dog “for real. Listen give this to your momma. He said passing Fatboy the eight hundred and twenty dollars., he had in his pockets, tell her. I’ll get the rest up, real soon. Dog thanks man: she may take it, she may not. But Imma see what's up’ that's what's up dirty. I would handle that now “But shit. She 38° hot so Imma give her a few days to cool down, word, Pokey said. Dog ‘you know they might give you some time for that gun, Pokey said. It is, what it is” Fatboy said. I know that, but if you want me to stand up Dog cause it was my gun, I will Pokey said. Deadass! Na’ll Dog. It's cool. I got it. If I let you take it, that means I’ll take an even bigger lost, cause I’ll be losing a friend to the system Fatboy said, giving his dog dap! I'm not worried bout the time anyways. It's my momma, Dog I hurt her bad with this bullshit. I understand that Dog, and trust me Woody I feel ya pain, but in a minute Dog, we gone be running these streets than you’ll be able to give her all the things she wants, Pokey said. Word Dog “But let me get back inside, before she trip” alright dog, one love my nigga, hey Fatboy, before you go I wanna say thanks for keeping it treal. Always my nigga. Always, Fatboy said, walking in the house!
The biggest trouble maker you’ll ever face watches you from the mirror every day!
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