Friday, October 13, 2017

Same Channel ( By Tiffany G. aka Tip)

Time going by
So I can't waste a dime
It's a new day
Like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
Its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel


Like I told you in the past, But you keep acting like this some new news.
Last year you was fighting over a flag, and you don't see the lies playing on the same channel
Now its a new year, like a new dollar, but same shit playing on the same channel and you don't see the truth because you fighting over the same song
 But what hell I know
 I'm just a bitch to you
living in this day this its all done
with a mother & sister who wishes bad news because the money is all gone
you think there's no hope for me, as they wish me back to the hold
not understanding it's lies they told because they think I'm all done
You all will see when I'm back on my feet
Then it's going to be all good shit about me, on the same song
till they learn they are just ghost to me
Walking trying to but fear me
like an inmate sitting jail try to go home

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel


Now this been on every channel like a News song
As my ghosts come after me with new lies
Like witch I'm going mix up my shit 
and lay out my spells for em
and that come from supernatural
and nigger who wont say something about my pussy to get new chat
you lick it, you eat it & you took my hand in your back
 and if I say I had your mouth bloody, let's remember it was my cherry pop
or tampon you call lollipop
I don't give fuck about new News ,because you on that same channel
That's why got I cable more channels
you don't got to love me I got more channels
I'm Wild 'N Out on a new channel
Just like gas you pass

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Now I'm going to hit you with this last line
that they going to say that's not mine
SPECTRUM is not your friend
I'm the only person on my side
and you can pass that around like a note in class or to jail cell
I put all you motherfucker up and you stole from me
and the one who ask for loan, like I wasn't the pimp as you spread em legs for em old cats
then you turn around and put a ring on it, doing the same thing on a different channel
Now I'll keep my mouth close as I move on and you can keep that shit, because you're the same ho from yesterday, and I'm talk like good time when they first came on.
so when try to step to me when I'm hitting on the drums
I got 2 words for you Same channel
As I move to my new channels
Like a crackhead looking for a new dime
You can boost my lines like boost mobile
They call Tip and I keep going for new money

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

Time going by
so I can't waste a dime
it's a new day
like new dollar
I need to make before the day is over
its a new year making em new dollars
with the same shit playing on the same channel

LOL I DON'T TALK GHOST!!!!!!!


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G.A.B.O.S. is a transfixing fiction that follows the story of three teens coming together to find a way out of the project and a better life for their families. As Fatboy, Pokey and Flick begin to start the ball rolling, they learn that in the game of life, they can’t have sympathy for anyone who gets in their way. Through their story, readers will discover what it takes to lead and play the game—that it is not just a simple, pretty game; it is fierce and life-changing. Unlike other writers who wrote about what they think they know what happen in the streets, Gore tells what really goes on in the streets from real people.
Through this book, readers will find some things they see but they don’t seem to think about. These scenes will let them understand the complexities of life, the challenges of existence and the need to learn the tricks—the ins and outs in the game of life. G.A.B.O.S. will remind the readers how cruel this game can be, it can take their lives, send them seven feet under or into prison, if they would let it.
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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Part 5 of Chapter 22 Three and a Half Months Later ( Gabos )

Flick said, “I just don’t understand why y’all let that nigga off the woman. She was already outta there nine times outta ten. She wouldn’t remember shit that happen.”
“Yeah, I feel that, but it’s a chance I couldn’t take, ’cause you never know.”
“So why keep Trirena alive? Why not off her too? What if she knew it was us,” Flick asked.
“Dog, I doubt that. But if she did, they gotta prove it in the court of law.”
“Nigga, y’all must forgot, y’all raped the woman,” Flick said.
“Man, listen, fuck all that. If she knew, she ain’t show it. And if she did and put the crackers on us, we all know ain’t no such thing as justice in a white man’s world. So I’m holding court in the streets.”
“So what’s up with Mr. Big?” Flick asked.
“Let’s just say he took a nice, unwanted vacation, a long one. He won’t be back no time soon. Blaka, blaka!” Pokey screamed, letting his friends know he handled business by offing Mr. Big. Once they pulled up in the projects, all six boys jumped out the ride, ready to see the profits of a hard day at work. “Y’all listen right quick,” Pokey said. “If the police ever come around asking questions and shit, y’all don’t know nothing.”
“We cool on that, ’cause we know loose lips, sinks ships.”
“Listen to this, the nigga said it’s close to a mil in this bag. We gone split it evenly. Then everybody go their way, till tomorrow, and we’ll hook up. That’s cool?” Pokey asked.
“Yeah, nigga, cool,” Lo-P said.
“Now let’s count this money, so we can see what we working with. All right be quiet, ’cause I ain’t trying to hear my momma talking shit,” Pokey said, walking into the house with all of the rest following him. “Good, we made it without being seen. Now let’s count this money,” Pokey said, dumping the money out the bag.
“Goddamn, we rich!” Flick screamed.
“Nigga, shut up,” Pokey said, punching Flick in the chest.
“Damn, nigga, my bad,” Flick said.
“Well, it’s gonna be easy to count this, being that they in stacks. Stacks of what though?” Fatboy asked.
“We just gotta find out,” Pokey said, grabbing a stack and counting it. “Damn, they in five-thousand-dollar stacks, so let’s count them by five.” Ten minutes later, they were done counting the money.
“What we got, man?”
“We got seven hundred thousand dollars.”
“Damn,” Rim said, “we get what?”
“A hundred grand apiece, plus some change.”
“Sweet lick, man. Just give us a hundred grand apiece,” Turtle said, “so we can bounce.”
“All right, huh,” Pokey said, giving Rim, Turtle, and Lo-P the money.
“Nice doing business with y’all,” Turtle said.
“Word,” Pokey said. “Remember we gonna get up with y’all tomorrow.”
“Word,” Lo-P said, walking out the house with a bagful of money.
“Damn, dog, we hit the jackpot!” Pokey yelled.
“Nigga, calm down,” Fatboy said.
“Look, y’all go get y’all book bags to put y’all cash in. We get 100,330 apiece. We rich, boy,” Pokey said, watching his two friends shake their heads.
“We rich, but in the end what will it cost us?” Fatboy said, walking out the room, with Flick on his heels.
“These niggaz tripping,” Pokey was thinking as they left.
“Seems like I been driving for hours,” Sico was thinking as he pulled up in his brother’s driveway. Looking at the house, he noticed all the lights were out. Getting out the car, walking toward the house, as he looked around, he saw all the cars sitting on flats. Now kinda scared, he ran back to his car, opened the glove box, and pulled out his 9mm. sliding the chamber back, he rushed up to the house, hoping for the best. But seeing the worst as a picture of his brother’s bloody body flashed before his eyes. Ringing the doorbell, he got no answer, so he tried the knob to find it unlocked. Hitting a light switch so he can see what happened. As the lights came on, reality came with it. What he saw broke his heart, as he saw his niece on the floor, holding her dead momma in her lap. As he walked toward her, she looked up with so much hurt and pain in her eyes that Sico couldn’t hold back his tears. As she whispered the words, “She’s gone, she’s gone, and it’s too late.” Trirena repeated this over and over until she felt her uncle removing her mother from her and placing her dead body on the couch.
“Trirena, I’m sorry, baby, we gotta go,” Sico said in a sad voice.
“No, I’mma stay here with my momma, she needs me!” Trirena screamed.
“Tri, listen to me, please. It’s nothing we can do for her. I wish it was, but it’s nothing we can do. Baby, I know this is hard on you, but your father needs you. He’s fighting for his life as we speak.”
At the mention of her father, she spoke up. “What you just said, Uncle Sico?”
“I said your father needs you. He’s in Shane Hospital, fighting for his life. I just left there, and they still operating on him. He was shot three times in the chest. Whoever did this tried to kill him, but somehow he’s still fighting. I think it will help if he can hear your voice.”
“Okay, I’mma go, but I gotta get these clothes off,” Trirena said, looking at the clothes that her mother’s blood now lived in.
“Baby, do what you gotta do. Just hurry up.”
“Uncle Sico, listen, please don’t call the police. I promised Momma I would handle this, and I gotta keep my promise to her or I couldn’t live with myself,” she said, walking toward the shower.
As he watched his niece head in another direction, he wondered if she knew something he didn’t, but he decided he would ask her when she got her mind clear. Ten minutes later, Trirena walked into the front room, fully dressed, rocking a Polo shirt and a Polo skirt, with a pair of all-white Air Force 1s. As she looked over at her mom, she blew her a kiss, then started walking toward the door. Turning the knob, she stopped and remembered.
“Uncle Sico, I gotta use your car. I remember them saying slash all the tires and unplug the phones.” As she said that, Sico said, “That’s why I couldn’t get through.” Digging in his pants’ pockets to get the keys, he said, “You right, all the cars sitting on flats,” tossing her his keys. “I’mma handle this,” he said. As she closed the door, he removed his cell from his belt loop and dialed a number. On the first ring, a voice said, “Talk to me.”
“Look, this Sico. I need y’all again, come to big Sterling crib ASAP.”
“We on our way right now,” the raspy voice said, hanging up.
“Well, that’s done,” Sico said, thinking of his niece. He knew his niece was a sweet girl, but if and when she felt crossed, he knew she would become coldhearted like her daddy. “I guess she had the streets running in her veins,” he was thinking. He got up and turned the lights back off, now wondering who could’ve did this. “I know now I gotta go holla at his son Pokey, but I’ll wait a few days to find out how my brother is doing before I step to him. Just in case my bro wanna keep the attempted murder on his life a secret. He just might know who did this and want whoever did this to believe he’s dead. If he pulls through this, which I know he will,” Sico was thinking, when he saw lights through the window. “Well, that was quick,” he said as he opened the door and showed the two black men the body they would be removing. Without questions, they loaded the body in a bag and walked to the van. Coming back after they put the body in the van, they walked up to Sico and said, “You know where to send the money!”
“I got y’all,” Sico said, closing the door and walking back inside the house

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( Gabos ) Acknowledgments & Prologue

Acknowledgments


First and foremost, I gotta give the one up above all the glory. First for bringing a long-lost friend by the name of Sterling Haywood back into my corner just when I was on the brink of losing all hope. He told me with God anything is possible. And that’s what led me to write this book. Even though I had no idea where to begin. But the real inspiration for me sticking it out, even when I felt I had no business even trying to write a book, was my two beautiful daughters Tykia. S. A. Gore and Tazzaria J. Gore, My oldest, (Tykida) it’s been a long time since I held you in my arms. The last time, but not the final, was August 11, 1999. Now it’s 2012, but I still remember it like it was yesterday, and, Princess, I love you more than you’ll ever know. You’re the reason I’m still striving to do better. My baby girl, whom I call bad to the bone. (Tazzaria) Even though I never got the chance to hold you. Just know the time is coming. It’s just around the corner, and believe me, we’ll travel the world together if you want to. Baby girl, you’ll always be my little princess, and I thank you ’cause you always showed your love for me over the phone. And that alone helped me in so many ways. I just want you to know I love you, and no matter how old you get you’ll still be my little princess!
No, Shakia, I didn’t forget about you. You’re the mother of my two beautiful daughters. Without you, I would never knew real love. I just want you to know, I give you a 110% salute. ’Cause even in my absence, you did what you had to do as a woman and took care of our babies on your own. And I already know times weren’t always easy, but you did your thing, and I’m proud of you. And I’ll always love you! Rosa Walls, my mother, every woman could learn from you what a real queen is made of. You did this time with me, day for day, minute for minute, and hour for hour, tear for tear, worry for worry; now it’s almost over. And I want you to know, if I could choose another mother in this world, it would still be you. Your love is real, and I love you. And I just hope I’m doing something that will make you proud! Last but not the least, I gotta thank my three sisters. First my oldest, Tiffany R. Gore. TP, I really don’t know how you do it, but you always manage to find time for me and all you do for me. I could never repay you. Not even in a million years! You have walked in my shoes. You did 7 years, and with the letters we wrote each other while locked up. I just want to say thank you, ’cause every promise you made you kept, and there’s so much more I could say, but you know how little bro feels about ya! Just keep doing your thing, and hopefully one day soon, we’ll make it rain! Tia and Renee Gore, I just want y’all to know, I love y’all, even though y’all caught up in the world doing y’all own thing. I respect the fact y’all still send and show love, and that’s a plus in my book. Before I bring this to a close, I gotta give all my nieces a shout-out. Trirena Anderson, my oldest and wisest niece, keep up the good work, and don’t forget the things we talked about. Go to college and become that lawyer. You said you’re gonna be! Tashamah, Blessing, and Bre, I love y’all and hope this book touches ya lives to never make the mistakes I made. Love those who love you my two nephews, Zell and Chris. When I come home, y’all gonna hang with me. So I can teach y’all the do’s and don’ts of life. To all the people who just gave up on me and left me for dead—no letters, no pictures—it’s all good. That’s what haters do. So I ain’t mad, ’cause now I know and understand the meaning of GABOS. So holla when you C-ME.



                                                               
GABOS

Prologue


“Damn, it’s been a long time coming. But it’s finally here,” Pokey said to no one in particular, as the day arrived for him to be released from the prison that held him hostage against his own will for the last eighteen months, day by day, as he walked out the open gates. He was blinded by the bright sun. Reaching up to cover his eyes, he heard a horn blowing. Looking around for the sound of the horn, he spotted his mother’s beat-up Honda. As he watched his mother get out of the car and slowly walk toward him, Pokey had one thing in mind. “Man, I gotta make sum Major Doe,” he was thinking, as his mother reached out and gave him a hug. “Thanks, Mom. Glad I didn’t have to ride that stank-ass bus all the way home,” he told his mother, who just smiled as she turned around and made her way back to the car, with Pokey on her heels.
“I don’t know what you coming on this side for,” his mother said, pushing him over to the driver’s side. “You driving,” she said. “I gotta get some beauty sleep,” she said, sliding in the car.
On the ride home, it was quiet, with Pokey in his own thoughts. As he was listening to his mother snore lightly, he promised, “Momma, I’mma make shit happen.” Being in prison, Pokey learned a lot, but he also learned that if you want something bad enough, you gotta go get it. With that in mind and the words Old School used to tell him all the time. “Young blood, you gotta be ruthless in the game of life. Sometimes you will be forced to bite the hands that feed you, so always keep in mind game ain’t based on sympathy. If a motherfucker wanna get in your way, don’t hesitate to roll over them, and leave them where they lay.” As he was in deep thought, his mother brought him back to the here and now.
“So, boy, now that you free, what you gonna do to stay free?” his mother asked, turning in her seat to face him.
“Whatever I gotta do,” Pokey said, keeping it real.
“So you gonna get a job?” his mother asked.
“Never, Mom. You know me. I ain’t working no nine-to-five for no minimum wage so that working shit is dead,” he said. While driving, as he looked out the corner of his eye, he saw his mother shake her head, as she closed her eyes and stopped talking. But he went back to thinking. “Damn shit crazy, when ya own momma trying to keep you down, she on some ‘get a job’ shit, but I’mma live and die in the streets.” As he pulled up in the projects, where they stayed, he noticed nothing has changed, but changes were about to take place, if he had something to do with it. “My thing is, to be paid and get my game sharper than a motherfucking razor blade.”
As he pulled up and parked, he said, “Ma, we here.” Waking up, all his mother did was look at him, then exit the car. As Pokey watched his mother enter the house, he said, “This the shit I’m talking about, a nigga been gone eighteen months, leave with nothing and come home with nothing, so it’s time I make something.” Looking around, shaking his head at all the dirty buildings that held this project together, his last thought was, “Now I gotta get some soldiers on my team and make this picture come to life,” as he looked around one more time before walking into the house. He mumbled, “GABOS, this time around, that’s how it’s gonna be. Niggaz showed no love, they receive none.” With that being said, he walked into the house ready to take a nice long shower before he could formulate his next move, not forgetting his next move better be his best move ’cause GABOS.



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I self-published a book with Xlibris, and according to their
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Amazon.com. With this, I did ask them to search the web and
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I was promised that a sales report would be sent to me via email.
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*My book is listed on pages threading from China, India, Africa
and Italy. A reader did make contact with me to share that he
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I am tired of Xlibris toying with me.

Part 4 of Chapter 22 Three and a Half Months Later ( Gabos )

Yeah, what’s up?” Sico asked.
“Sico, Sico, I need help,” Mr. Big pleaded in pain, while coughing up blood.
At the sound of his brother’s voice, Sico’s highness went away ASAP.
“What’s wrong? I’m at the warehouse, and I’ve been shot. Call the ambulance,” was the last thing Sico heard before Mr. Big passed out. Calling the ambulance then grabbing his keys to rush to his brother’s aid. About ten minutes later, Sico pulled up to see police cars and an ambulance. Rushing out his car, he saw his brother being carried away in a stretcher.
“Hold up, sir, you can’t.”
“I’m his brother,” Sico said.
“Well, he’s been shot, but he’s fighting. We have to rush him to the hospital before it’s too late,” they said, loading his brother in the waiting ambulance. As soon as they put him in the van, they took off. On the way to the hospital, the nurses went to work, trying to keep him alive. Three minutes later, they heard bpppppppppp as Mr. Big stopped breathing. The nurses went even harder trying to bring him back to life. “On the count of three, one, two, three,” the nurse screamed, as she hit Mr. Big with the iron shocker three more times. As they were about to give up, they heard beep, beep, beep.
“He’s breathing but barely. Hold on, sir, we’re pulling up now.” As they pulled up in shade emergency room, more doctors rushed out to save a life. As Sico pulled up in the parking lot, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed his brother’s cell phone, hoping his wife had his phone. On the first ring a voice said, “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Um, where Chris at? It’s important.”
When Fatboy heard the familiar voice, he hung up, thinking it was Pokey. “Damn, I hope my nigga good,” he was thinking. When the cell phone rang again, “Yeah, what’s up? Everything good?” Pokey asked.
“Yeah, dog, everything good, I was kinda scared for a minute.”
“Why, dog?”
“Na’ll, we just got an unexpected phone call from, oh, Sico. I hung up though.”
“Well, listen, we’ll be there in a minute, so just chill.”
As Sico looked at his phone like it was crazy, in his heart he knew he heard that voice before, he just couldn’t put a face with the voice at this time, but it will come to mind. “Plus I’ll swing by there when I check on big bro,” Sico was thinking, and he exited his car and ran inside the hospital.
“Sir, how may I help you?” a female said on the other side of the glass. As Sico started talking all fast, “Sir, you gonna have to calm down, so I can understand you,” the woman said.
“Bitch, look, my brother just got shot, Lord knows how many times, and you telling me to calm down.”
“Sir, it’s the only way I can help you,” not being fazed by the word bitch. In the hood, she knew she could’ve been called worst, so she brushed the dirt of her shoulder and kept it moving. “Sir, what is his name?”
“Man, what type of shit is this? I just told you, my brother just got shot a million times, and you wanna know his name.”
“Well, sir, for you information your brother ain’t and will never be the only one getting bullets in his ass,” she said, showing she could let her ghetto side show.
“My bad, you right, his name is Sterling Haywood.”
“Damn, was that so hard? Now hold on a minute while I type in his name.” As she finished typing, she paused, looked at Sico, and said, “Sorry, sir, but your brother is in the operating room as we speak, and no one is allowed in until the doctors are done.”
“And how long will that be?”
“Sir, I can’t tell you all that. All I can tell you is have a seat, and as soon as the doctors are finish, they’ll tell you what’s up. As a matter of fact I’ll let them know you’re his next of kin, that’s all I can do,” the woman said, closing her window.
“Fuck you too,” Sico said under his breath, as he took a seat, he pulled out his cell phone, and dialed his brother’s house. After five rings and no answer, he hung up. “Man, what the fuck is going on?” he said, standing up, josing for a hit.
When Fatboy and his friends heard the phone ring, they grabbed their guns they had close at hand, ’cause the sound of the phone ringing scared them to death.
“Chill out, dog, before y’all kill somebody,” Flick said. “It’s just the phone ringing.” As he looked over at Trirena, Mr. Big’s daughter, who was silently crying, she looked at her mother, who was in a bad state. “Damn,” Trirena was thinking, “why did I have to come home to this? I knew something wasn’t right, as soon as I got out the car, and I still came in here.” As she heard her mother moan. “Why, y’all won’t let us go?” Trirena asked, startling everyone in the house, and Turtle jumped up, looking like he was ready to slap Trirena. “Dog, if you wanna live past tonight, don’t do it,” Fatboy said, watching Turtle sit back down. Trirena finished what she was saying. “Why y’all doing this? Y’all already got my daddy, and y’all just gonna let my momma die,” Trirena said, crying, knowing the whole time who two of the masked man were. It was the dark-skinned one who acted like he was gonna hit her that she didn’t know.
“Look,” Fatboy said, breaking her train of thought, “y’all gonna be all right.”
“Yeah, ain’t shit going to happen to y’all,” Flick said, forgetting to disguise his voice. Not that it matter anyways, the lil lady sitting in front of them already knew their identity. “Listen, as soon as our boy come, we up outta here, and you can get some help for your old girl,” Flick said, pausing ’cause he thought he heard something. “Chill, y’all, somebody coming,” Flick said. “Be quiet.” As they listened to the sounds of footsteps, all three boys had their guns cocked and loaded, ready to burn whoever walked through the door. Knock, knock. 
“It’s us!” Pokey screamed, walking into the house, with Rim and Lo-P behind him, all three rocking the ski masks again.
“Damn, y’all scared the shit outta a nigga,” Flick said, coming from behind the sofa. As Pokey was about to say something, he froze in his tracks when he saw Trirena tied up to a chair, with tears streaming down her face.
“What the fuck,” Pokey was thinking. “If it’s not one thing, it’s another.”
“Yo, Rim, clean this shit up so we can bounce, and don’t touch the girl.”
“Hold up,” Fatboy said, knowing what the lick was. As he walked over to Trirena, he whispered, “Look, I’m sorry about this, but some things I can’t help.” As soon as she heard the words, tears started falling one after another. As she felt her hands being untied from the chair, she knew someone was helping her out the chair, but the state of mind she was in had her elsewhere.
“Unplug every phone in this bitch. Make sure she can’t call nobody, at least till we’re good and gone. Flick, go outside and cut or slash hole in each car tires.” As Pokey watched Fatboy take his sister to the game room, about twenty seconds later, he followed behind them. Standing in the doorway, he watched as Fatboy made her sit in another chair and tied her hands back up but not too tight. He turned around and walked off. As soon as he bent the corner, he heard blaka, blaka. And what followed hurt him to his heart, as he heard his sister’s piercing scream. “No, please, God, no!” knowing in her heart that the sound she heard was two bullets going into her momma. As that thought came to her mind, she cried harder than she ever did in life. “No, please, please, God, not my momma.” As she remembered the words her momma and daddy used to tell her: “Baby, ain’t no rules in this game. Sometimes it costs to live this life, so always be prepared for the worst.” As she looked up, she locked eyes with Fatboy for only a moment. As he dropped his head and walked away, Trirena began to think, the same rules they live by, GABOS, would also apply to them. She was already plotting revenge for the death of her momma, and she already knew she would go to any length to do it. As she dried her tears, she started wondering what’s the fate of her father, ’cause she knew the outcome of her mother, and in her heart, she wouldn’t stop seeking revenge until everyone involved was six feet deep or their body was floating in the ocean. It was now her business to find all the souls that played a part in taking her mother away from her. As she shed her last tears, she knew in order to win this game she had to turn her heart cold.
“They showed no mercy, they will receive none,” she was thinking. As she heard the door slam, only then did she try to free herself. As she struggled with the ropes, they finally gave way. As she slid one hand after the other out the ropes, she got up, cracked the door open, and peeped round the corner, walking like an m into the living room. She dreaded what she knew she would see. Holding back a scream that wanted to escape her throat, she looked over at her mother’s bloody body for what she knew was the very last time. As she cradled her mother’s body in her arms, she saw firsthand how wrong they did her mother. As the blood poured down from the gunshot wounds, she made a promise to her mother. “I’mma get the people who took you away from me, Momma. I promise you,” she said, rocking back and forth. With her mother still in her arms, as she looked down, she hoped her mother was now in peace, ’cause Trirena knew she wouldn’t have none “till the job was complete!” 
“Waiting inside the hospital for over two hours, the doctors finally came out to speak with me,” Sico was thinking. As the doctor walked up to him and asked him to walk with him a moment, he looked at the nigga like he was crazy, ’cause there ain’t too many black doctors, but this nigga was black and his name tag read, “Dr. Van.”
“Listen, Dr. Van, we two big boys, so just tell me what the fuck is going on with my brother!” Sico yelled, scaring the doctor.
“Sir, please calm down. I assure you we’re doing all we can to help your brother. Right now he’s on life support, he’s lost a lotta blood, got shot in the chest three times. The good thing is none of the bullets hit major organs. We removed two of the bullets. The third one is still lodged over his heart. We stopped the bleeding, but to remove the bullet so close to his heart is dangerous, so we need your permission to move it, or let it stay. After a while it will heal on its own, and possibly with time, it will move up away from the heart. Then we can go in and remove it. That’s the worst of his problems, like I said. The major problem is the amount of blood he’s lost. He’s still in the operating room, ’cause whoever did this tried to torture him, ’cause he had three bad knife cuts, one on the upper chest, two on his legs.” As the doctor was about to say something else, Sico remembered the stranger answering his brother’s phone and took off running, leaving the doctor standing there, looking flabbergasted.
“Damn, I’m really slipping,” Sico said, hopping in his ride. “I gotta leave this crack shit alone,” he said, punching the steering wheel, as he headed to his brother’s crib.
On the way back to the projects, Pokey was deep in thought, along with Fatboy and Flick. Finally, Fatboy broke the silence, “What’s up? Y’all two niggas good?”

“Yeah, dog, I’m good,” Pokey lied. This was followed by, “I’m straight. I’m just thinking, that’s all.”