slowed up and turned around squinting to see who I was. His eyes relaxed when he realized it was me in the “ Dodge Charger ,” I pulled up close to him and motioned for him to get in.
"What up Tyce, good to see you still here!" He said as he slid inside."You been alright?"
"Always my nigga. That shit aint nuthin’ I can't
handle but thanks for pullin' my coat tail to it." I said.
Flash sat back in the seat and raised up his shirt revealing the handle on his gun, "Jus’ holla if you need us."
I smiled at his bravery but knew he was serious, "I appreciate that, but this shit is personal. You played your part and I'm thankful. Anyway wasup with you these days?" I asked changing the topic.
"Shit, I'm good, jus’ runnin’, you know how it is.
"Yeah I know, you look a lil’ stressed youngsta you sure you ok?" I quizzed.
He sighed and adjusted his hat, "I jus’ been thinkin’ and shit lately. Man it's getting harder and harder to hit these blocks, I'm startin’ to look at shit differently; I see these niggas out here workin’ hard as fuck for nuthin’...and I'm one of em. It aint no 4O1k in this line of work and I'm startin' to see the effects of this shit on people. I noticed it before but the shit never bothered me." Flash confessed.
I turned down the volume on “ Steve Harvey's” radio show and listened as Flash aired out his feelings. I'd never seen him like this but I could definitely relate. I just noticed early in life that the dope game on the street level was a dead end for most niggas. Yeah, people bump the music of ex-hustlers but those niggas were the exception...not the rule.
"I blame yo ass for this new found conscience I have. He joked.
"Me?" I asked pointing at my chest.
"Yeah you-ever since you had me drop that package off at the Mosque I been poppin’ in ever since. I even joined the study group!"
"That's beautiful man...I know a lot of Muslims and they good people. I thought about checkin’ more into it myself but a nigga like me gotta sin to win...at least for now. I still got some shit to do that God aint gonna like; I gotta fight fire with fire and be hotter than hell in the summer on these niggas. But keep ya head in that Mosque and watch ya ass on these streets." I warned. "If you need my help...jus’ let me know."
"No doubt Tyce. I been talkin’ with Brother Cory down there and he got me thinkin’ ‘bout makin’ a move. I been takin’ some classes to get my GED and he said he got a spot for me at his insurance company when I finish. He said he'd train me to be a financial planner and help get me certified and shit when I turn 18. Corey said it's basically the same shit I do out here but legal." Flash laughed.
I nodded in agreement. I was proud of the way he was thinking. I sent him there on purpose ‘cuz I saw a lot of me in him. Flash just needed a little direction, his mom died of breast cancer when he was ten and he wouldn't recognize his daddy if he walked right by him ‘cuz he never even seen the dude. I could definitely relate to that shit!
"Yo, that's wasup. When you become an advisor...I'll be your first client." I smiled.
"I'm thinkin’ on it, but it's easier said than done, a nigga still gotta eat you know?"
"I feel you but your head is in the right place...jus’ pray on it, ‘cuz I know you been doing that shit to, them Muslims pray five times a day in shit!" I teased.
Flash laughed at my accurate statement and shook his head. I reached in my pocket and handed him a piece of paper, "If you can't get a hold of me call this number, and ask for Angelique. This number is for you only." I said focused.
"Bet." He said pushing the paper in his front pocket. "Yo Tyce, there is one thing I wanted to ask you. I got a little female hangin on these days and I wanna shoot down to Vegas for the weekend. I wanted to know if I could twist one of your rides, she like that flossy shit." He grinned.
"Yeah that's cool, jus’ don’t wreck my shit or
leave some coochie crust on my
"What up Tyce, good to see you still here!" He said as he slid inside."You been alright?"
"Always my nigga. That shit aint nuthin’ I can't
handle but thanks for pullin' my coat tail to it." I said.
Flash sat back in the seat and raised up his shirt revealing the handle on his gun, "Jus’ holla if you need us."
I smiled at his bravery but knew he was serious, "I appreciate that, but this shit is personal. You played your part and I'm thankful. Anyway wasup with you these days?" I asked changing the topic.
"Shit, I'm good, jus’ runnin’, you know how it is.
"Yeah I know, you look a lil’ stressed youngsta you sure you ok?" I quizzed.
He sighed and adjusted his hat, "I jus’ been thinkin’ and shit lately. Man it's getting harder and harder to hit these blocks, I'm startin’ to look at shit differently; I see these niggas out here workin’ hard as fuck for nuthin’...and I'm one of em. It aint no 4O1k in this line of work and I'm startin' to see the effects of this shit on people. I noticed it before but the shit never bothered me." Flash confessed.
I turned down the volume on “ Steve Harvey's” radio show and listened as Flash aired out his feelings. I'd never seen him like this but I could definitely relate. I just noticed early in life that the dope game on the street level was a dead end for most niggas. Yeah, people bump the music of ex-hustlers but those niggas were the exception...not the rule.
"I blame yo ass for this new found conscience I have. He joked.
"Me?" I asked pointing at my chest.
"Yeah you-ever since you had me drop that package off at the Mosque I been poppin’ in ever since. I even joined the study group!"
"That's beautiful man...I know a lot of Muslims and they good people. I thought about checkin’ more into it myself but a nigga like me gotta sin to win...at least for now. I still got some shit to do that God aint gonna like; I gotta fight fire with fire and be hotter than hell in the summer on these niggas. But keep ya head in that Mosque and watch ya ass on these streets." I warned. "If you need my help...jus’ let me know."
"No doubt Tyce. I been talkin’ with Brother Cory down there and he got me thinkin’ ‘bout makin’ a move. I been takin’ some classes to get my GED and he said he got a spot for me at his insurance company when I finish. He said he'd train me to be a financial planner and help get me certified and shit when I turn 18. Corey said it's basically the same shit I do out here but legal." Flash laughed.
I nodded in agreement. I was proud of the way he was thinking. I sent him there on purpose ‘cuz I saw a lot of me in him. Flash just needed a little direction, his mom died of breast cancer when he was ten and he wouldn't recognize his daddy if he walked right by him ‘cuz he never even seen the dude. I could definitely relate to that shit!
"Yo, that's wasup. When you become an advisor...I'll be your first client." I smiled.
"I'm thinkin’ on it, but it's easier said than done, a nigga still gotta eat you know?"
"I feel you but your head is in the right place...jus’ pray on it, ‘cuz I know you been doing that shit to, them Muslims pray five times a day in shit!" I teased.
Flash laughed at my accurate statement and shook his head. I reached in my pocket and handed him a piece of paper, "If you can't get a hold of me call this number, and ask for Angelique. This number is for you only." I said focused.
"Bet." He said pushing the paper in his front pocket. "Yo Tyce, there is one thing I wanted to ask you. I got a little female hangin on these days and I wanna shoot down to Vegas for the weekend. I wanted to know if I could twist one of your rides, she like that flossy shit." He grinned.
"Yeah that's cool, jus’ don’t wreck my shit or
leave some coochie crust on my
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