I haven't been on here for a minute. Totally forgot that it was here too. Maybe it was the ever changing technology wave that caught me. This young woman I went to college inspired this post. ---
Last night I had a dream. I was walking down the street, picture any north philly block with cars on the side-walk. My .380 was clutched in my right pocket. Once I turned the corner I thumbed the safety down, but didn't cock the hammer back. Visions of She crossed my mind. Brown skin thing, hair in a bun, lace lingerie. Damn she was fine. I really took my time. So much so it was around 5. In the morning. "You so nasty." She said when I licked them after being with her. If it wasn't so cold, I'd sniff my fingers.
The fiends be up early on the block. Traffic. At the bottom is the undercover cop.
Dumb nghas. Never playing they part.
I'm not bitchn, but caughtious. I park up at the top. Right accross from the poppy store.
"Yo. Who you bul?" I turn and give him a grill. He accross the street. I keep walking towards the wheel.
"Ayo. He talkn' to you ngha." His mans chime in.
There's six shots in this beretta. Enough for them, the ngha on the phone, the youngn on the bench and the two in the store. I turn around. "I'm not from around here, money." I look towards the cop car.
She flashes in my mind. I hope this isn't the last time I see her. Damn. She was so fine. And I was beginning to fall in love with her mind.
He swings. A cross. I block with my left. He crosses my right shoulder. My Right hand still in my pocket clutchin my strap. Trigger finger at the ready. "Get that ngha!" His man with the durag runs over. Big ngha. He's not as quick. At the same, I hook punch his side. He bends to the right. My right knee connects with his chin as he bends.
"STOP!" My pistol out pointing at his man. Big ngha was no fool. I had the drop. He couldnt defend.
The youngn runs into the store. The one on the phone runs behind a near by trash can.
This is it.
Somebodys' gonna die . . .
