The Life
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Michael Lawrence
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Doctors should consult you first. And they shouldn’t cauterize motherfuckers. Doc says I'm
one lucky nigger though - slug missed the important shit. Talkin’ about how he did this big
ass transfusion from a special foreign donor – anonymous. How they lost me for a minute
but that new juice got me back good as new.
They letting me out today. I seen my crew through the glass waiting on me all excited n’
shit. They all planning my welcome home party. Bless them niggers. We sure as fuck gonna
burn some chronic to-night.
Some white boy was standing outside my room trying to act all smooth. Motherfucker
staring right at me, smiling. Don’t nobody outside the crew make eye contact less they ready
to dance - ‘specially no faggot cracker. Damn I hated that motherfucker the second I saw
him. I wanted to bitch slap that white boy smile off his face but I was still rigged up with the
IV.
♦♦♦♦
Straight off we needed some weed. We jacked some dimes and nicks off this silly nigger on
Belmont. I got some thyme leaves and we flipped that shit for a 4mac. We talked about
smokin’ the nigger tried to ice me. I musta gone soft in the hospital ’cause I felt lucky to be
alive and ready to let the shit go. But I remembered the rules - anybody tries to smoke one of
our crew they get got. No exceptions.
♦♦♦♦
Party was off the hook. Crew was fucked up when we got there behind that hydro we
schemed. I hit it a few times my own self but that shit did nothing for me. Rest of the crew
was gigglin’ like fools though. Fridge was stacked with mad 40s but I wasn’t really wantin’
one which is fucked up because I could usually off about ten of them bitches. But damn
Ronzetta was looking tight. Smelled better than usual tonight, some new shit she musta been
wearing.
♦♦♦♦
Got Ronzetta upstairs ‘round about 2:00 - goddamn she was smelling sweet. I was over the
foreplay but she started talkin’ about her time and couldn’t I just wait and the doctor said this
and the doctor said that. So we just kept dancing around the shit and she smelling better
every second. Normal times I like to just get in there and hit it, never was one for them
faggot techniques. But once I got them panties down to her knees the smell just kicked my
ass and my stomach stared growling like I ain’t eaten in a month. Next thing Ronzetta
started screaming and jumped out the bed. It was running all down the inside of her legs and
she was trying to stop it with a towel and screaming about what the fuck was wrong with
me. She ain’t look too happy but I damn sure felt better.
♦♦♦♦
Nigger we was looking for hung on a corner off Jefferson, slingin’ his weak-ass chronic.
That’s the edge of our ‘hood and that corner was the whole beef. We came correct and
ready to end this shit right now - so of course our nigger ain’t nowhere around. Punk-ass
bitch probably in Peru or sumshit by now. Some trick said she knew the fool - told us about
a building few blocks down - check out the second floor.
Shit looked abandoned. Soon as we hit the door you could smell piss and shit. Nothing on
the second floor but a nasty old sofa and mattress with broken glass and newspaper all
around. There was shit all on the floor and I damned near slipped in some piss. But nasty as
it was, I caught a sweet smell cuttin’ through – started getting that pain in my stomach and
getting hungry as a motherfucker. Junkies was up in here recent, but nothing now so we
was anxious to get the fuck out. I seen some runny lookin’ shits on the floor with red all
mixed in - some junkie motherfucker with dissinterry or sumshit. I told my crew I had to
piss and I’d meet them out front. When I got up with them a couple minutes later I wasn’t
hungry no more.
♦♦♦♦
Found that bitch. Shacking up with this new bitch of his at her aunt’s crib off Grant Park.
Just a tip – anonymous. Door wasn’t even locked, dumb motherfucker. Motherfucker
sittin’ on the sofa with a 40 playing Madden. Crew got his bitch and her kid and the aunt in
the back bedroom so I could have some quality time alone with this nigger. He knew it was
time, didn’t apologize, beg or no shit like that, just talkin’ some nonsense about a white boy
paid him to shoot me - shoot me in a certain spot. Like this fantasizing nigger thought he was
a paid assassin. I wasn’t for his bullshit so I put a round in a certain spot on his lame ass.
I swear, seeing that nigger’s shirt turn dark around the bullet hole got me harder than any
pussy I ever touched. That hole was lookin’ bigger and bigger and wetter and wetter and my
stomach stared screamin’ like a bitch ‘til I couldn’t remember what happened next.
♦♦♦♦
Woke up in a fucked-up church. There was a goat where there was supposed to be Jesus on
the cross. And that white boy from the hospital was standing at the altar, still smiling. Fuck
was I trippin’ behind? I pulled my Taurus and emptied the chamber right at this fool.
Normally my Taurus and I is tight but my aim musta got fucked up ‘cause that cracker
nigger was still standing there smiling. Then he stopped smiling and started to talk - and talk -
about how he been watching me all these years, about a new adventure I was on. How he
was giving me shit I couldn’t imagine. How I could live happy forever and help my people on
the street. Fuck this cracker know about my people – or the street?
I heard about enough of this shit. Shit didn’t seem right. All I knew, this white boy was
some faggot looking to suck deep off a nigger’s joint. I was trying to find my way out and
he was behind me saying that next time I would look for him, that this shit was already
decided. Decided? Like I was gonna run off with this fool? Give up my crew, my girl, the
life? Some niggers is crazy out here.
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one lucky nigger though - slug missed the important shit. Talkin’ about how he did this big
ass transfusion from a special foreign donor – anonymous. How they lost me for a minute
but that new juice got me back good as new.
They letting me out today. I seen my crew through the glass waiting on me all excited n’
shit. They all planning my welcome home party. Bless them niggers. We sure as fuck gonna
burn some chronic to-night.
Some white boy was standing outside my room trying to act all smooth. Motherfucker
staring right at me, smiling. Don’t nobody outside the crew make eye contact less they ready
to dance - ‘specially no faggot cracker. Damn I hated that motherfucker the second I saw
him. I wanted to bitch slap that white boy smile off his face but I was still rigged up with the
IV.
♦♦♦♦
Straight off we needed some weed. We jacked some dimes and nicks off this silly nigger on
Belmont. I got some thyme leaves and we flipped that shit for a 4mac. We talked about
smokin’ the nigger tried to ice me. I musta gone soft in the hospital ’cause I felt lucky to be
alive and ready to let the shit go. But I remembered the rules - anybody tries to smoke one of
our crew they get got. No exceptions.
♦♦♦♦
Party was off the hook. Crew was fucked up when we got there behind that hydro we
schemed. I hit it a few times my own self but that shit did nothing for me. Rest of the crew
was gigglin’ like fools though. Fridge was stacked with mad 40s but I wasn’t really wantin’
one which is fucked up because I could usually off about ten of them bitches. But damn
Ronzetta was looking tight. Smelled better than usual tonight, some new shit she musta been
wearing.
♦♦♦♦
Got Ronzetta upstairs ‘round about 2:00 - goddamn she was smelling sweet. I was over the
foreplay but she started talkin’ about her time and couldn’t I just wait and the doctor said this
and the doctor said that. So we just kept dancing around the shit and she smelling better
every second. Normal times I like to just get in there and hit it, never was one for them
faggot techniques. But once I got them panties down to her knees the smell just kicked my
ass and my stomach stared growling like I ain’t eaten in a month. Next thing Ronzetta
started screaming and jumped out the bed. It was running all down the inside of her legs and
she was trying to stop it with a towel and screaming about what the fuck was wrong with
me. She ain’t look too happy but I damn sure felt better.
♦♦♦♦
Nigger we was looking for hung on a corner off Jefferson, slingin’ his weak-ass chronic.
That’s the edge of our ‘hood and that corner was the whole beef. We came correct and
ready to end this shit right now - so of course our nigger ain’t nowhere around. Punk-ass
bitch probably in Peru or sumshit by now. Some trick said she knew the fool - told us about
a building few blocks down - check out the second floor.
Shit looked abandoned. Soon as we hit the door you could smell piss and shit. Nothing on
the second floor but a nasty old sofa and mattress with broken glass and newspaper all
around. There was shit all on the floor and I damned near slipped in some piss. But nasty as
it was, I caught a sweet smell cuttin’ through – started getting that pain in my stomach and
getting hungry as a motherfucker. Junkies was up in here recent, but nothing now so we
was anxious to get the fuck out. I seen some runny lookin’ shits on the floor with red all
mixed in - some junkie motherfucker with dissinterry or sumshit. I told my crew I had to
piss and I’d meet them out front. When I got up with them a couple minutes later I wasn’t
hungry no more.
♦♦♦♦
Found that bitch. Shacking up with this new bitch of his at her aunt’s crib off Grant Park.
Just a tip – anonymous. Door wasn’t even locked, dumb motherfucker. Motherfucker
sittin’ on the sofa with a 40 playing Madden. Crew got his bitch and her kid and the aunt in
the back bedroom so I could have some quality time alone with this nigger. He knew it was
time, didn’t apologize, beg or no shit like that, just talkin’ some nonsense about a white boy
paid him to shoot me - shoot me in a certain spot. Like this fantasizing nigger thought he was
a paid assassin. I wasn’t for his bullshit so I put a round in a certain spot on his lame ass.
I swear, seeing that nigger’s shirt turn dark around the bullet hole got me harder than any
pussy I ever touched. That hole was lookin’ bigger and bigger and wetter and wetter and my
stomach stared screamin’ like a bitch ‘til I couldn’t remember what happened next.
♦♦♦♦
Woke up in a fucked-up church. There was a goat where there was supposed to be Jesus on
the cross. And that white boy from the hospital was standing at the altar, still smiling. Fuck
was I trippin’ behind? I pulled my Taurus and emptied the chamber right at this fool.
Normally my Taurus and I is tight but my aim musta got fucked up ‘cause that cracker
nigger was still standing there smiling. Then he stopped smiling and started to talk - and talk -
about how he been watching me all these years, about a new adventure I was on. How he
was giving me shit I couldn’t imagine. How I could live happy forever and help my people on
the street. Fuck this cracker know about my people – or the street?
I heard about enough of this shit. Shit didn’t seem right. All I knew, this white boy was
some faggot looking to suck deep off a nigger’s joint. I was trying to find my way out and
he was behind me saying that next time I would look for him, that this shit was already
decided. Decided? Like I was gonna run off with this fool? Give up my crew, my girl, the
life? Some niggers is crazy out here.
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