and the white cop with a beard like a Viking saw me this time.
“I have a visual! She has a gun!” That lying muthafucka drew his Glock and fired twice in my direction. I took off running, thinking that if these dirty ass pigs gun me down from behind it will end up being ruled a justified homicide. All because the pig guessed right about me having a strap.
I ran through what was left of the back yard behind the abandoned crib. There was nothing but dirt where the grass used to be and rotten crab apples all over the ground. I cut through the gangway, confident those dirty ass pigs didn’t have the wind to keep up. I just had to worry about running into the backup they called in.
Niggas was hanging out on porches and barbecuing. Shorties were playing cans and cats were playing the block. Muthafuckas stayed out in the hood when the weather was decent. Some of them clapped and cheered me on when I ran across Forty-Ninth Street. They saw me when I ran through their block the first time and was happy to see I hadn’t been caught yet. The bad guy was the good guy in the ghetto. My intention was to make it to the abandoned garage where I parked the Charger. But I saw the po-pos questioning Kim K. in the back of the building.
I screamed under my breath as I cut to my right on Forty-Ninth instead. I remembered what Ivan taught me about staying off the sidewalk when running from the po-pos. Run through the yards. Especially when people are out. They’ll be more hesitant to shoot. I looked back and saw the two dirty pigs who had been chasing me finally make it through the gangway, on the other side of the street. Them muthafuckas had their Glocks drawn and were ready to light a bitch up. They yelled for me to freeze and damn near made the whole block scatter for cover. I kept running through the small front yards, trying to blend in with everybody else.
I didn’t know how much longer I could keep the athletic shit up. I’d done pretty good for a bitch who had smoked that bag since I was eleven. But I was tired than a muthafucka. My legs were starting to feel like I was running under water and if I didn’t find a place to hide or some kind of transportation I was going to get caught. So when I saw Toni waving at me from a gangway after I’d run across Clarke Street, I wanted to do the Shamurda Dance right there in the middle of the block.
Yet, I played it cool and ran a few more houses down and cut through the gangway to throw the po-pos off. When I came back around through the alley, Toni was waiting for me in her backyard. Her long dreads would’ve made 2 Chainz and Lil Wayne jealous. She was rocking a V-neck white t-shirt, True Religion jeans that she had cuffed over her white high top Air Force Ones. Her gold Cartier frames with the wide circular lenses made her eyes look big and excited.
“Get in the house girl,” she said with eight gold teeth in her mouth, four up top and four at the bottom. I watched her bowlegged swag as I followed her into the back door of her crib. From behind you would’ve swore Toni was a dude. She was built like a basketball player, wiry and tall. To keep it all the way one hundred, Toni wasn’t too feminine from the front either.
We sat down in her living room that was decorated with black leather furniture and a huge flat screen. A petite red bone bitch with a beautiful curvy ass and an average face brought me a bottled water and then sat down on Toni’s lap.
“Shanita saw you running from the cops on her way back from the store.” I nodded before I took the entire bottle of water to the head.
“Go get her another one.” Toni swatted Shanita on the ass as she jumped off his lap and did as she was told.
I carefully peeked out of the vertical blinds behind the sofa I was sitting on. The two dirty ass pigs who’d been chasing me were standing on the corner. The black one with a fro like Professor Clump was bent down in the passenger side window of a squad car. Shanita handed me
“I have a visual! She has a gun!” That lying muthafucka drew his Glock and fired twice in my direction. I took off running, thinking that if these dirty ass pigs gun me down from behind it will end up being ruled a justified homicide. All because the pig guessed right about me having a strap.
I ran through what was left of the back yard behind the abandoned crib. There was nothing but dirt where the grass used to be and rotten crab apples all over the ground. I cut through the gangway, confident those dirty ass pigs didn’t have the wind to keep up. I just had to worry about running into the backup they called in.
Niggas was hanging out on porches and barbecuing. Shorties were playing cans and cats were playing the block. Muthafuckas stayed out in the hood when the weather was decent. Some of them clapped and cheered me on when I ran across Forty-Ninth Street. They saw me when I ran through their block the first time and was happy to see I hadn’t been caught yet. The bad guy was the good guy in the ghetto. My intention was to make it to the abandoned garage where I parked the Charger. But I saw the po-pos questioning Kim K. in the back of the building.
I screamed under my breath as I cut to my right on Forty-Ninth instead. I remembered what Ivan taught me about staying off the sidewalk when running from the po-pos. Run through the yards. Especially when people are out. They’ll be more hesitant to shoot. I looked back and saw the two dirty pigs who had been chasing me finally make it through the gangway, on the other side of the street. Them muthafuckas had their Glocks drawn and were ready to light a bitch up. They yelled for me to freeze and damn near made the whole block scatter for cover. I kept running through the small front yards, trying to blend in with everybody else.
I didn’t know how much longer I could keep the athletic shit up. I’d done pretty good for a bitch who had smoked that bag since I was eleven. But I was tired than a muthafucka. My legs were starting to feel like I was running under water and if I didn’t find a place to hide or some kind of transportation I was going to get caught. So when I saw Toni waving at me from a gangway after I’d run across Clarke Street, I wanted to do the Shamurda Dance right there in the middle of the block.
Yet, I played it cool and ran a few more houses down and cut through the gangway to throw the po-pos off. When I came back around through the alley, Toni was waiting for me in her backyard. Her long dreads would’ve made 2 Chainz and Lil Wayne jealous. She was rocking a V-neck white t-shirt, True Religion jeans that she had cuffed over her white high top Air Force Ones. Her gold Cartier frames with the wide circular lenses made her eyes look big and excited.
“Get in the house girl,” she said with eight gold teeth in her mouth, four up top and four at the bottom. I watched her bowlegged swag as I followed her into the back door of her crib. From behind you would’ve swore Toni was a dude. She was built like a basketball player, wiry and tall. To keep it all the way one hundred, Toni wasn’t too feminine from the front either.
We sat down in her living room that was decorated with black leather furniture and a huge flat screen. A petite red bone bitch with a beautiful curvy ass and an average face brought me a bottled water and then sat down on Toni’s lap.
“Shanita saw you running from the cops on her way back from the store.” I nodded before I took the entire bottle of water to the head.
“Go get her another one.” Toni swatted Shanita on the ass as she jumped off his lap and did as she was told.
I carefully peeked out of the vertical blinds behind the sofa I was sitting on. The two dirty ass pigs who’d been chasing me were standing on the corner. The black one with a fro like Professor Clump was bent down in the passenger side window of a squad car. Shanita handed me
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