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Jac

The evening spread throughout the sky, coating it with the colors of orange and pink. It was going on 7pm and I sat outside on my porch. Resting between Stacy's legs as she began to braid up my dreads. Shooting the shit with my niggas, Black passed me the blunt. I was already lifted but the intensity of the kush had me at a place where although I was still fucked up from what happened to my cousin and getting the cold shoulder from my family, I was somewhat at ease. Right at the moment, all I really had was my kush, my niggas and Stacy. Stacy wasn't around much when I was down, when everything was real and I didn't trip much, I had shit beyond her to deal with and I just left shit alone. She came back around with apologies and called herself making it up to me by giving me the pussy that I've already dug in plenty of times. We're good as far as I know of but I'm not really pressed on locking her down. "Hold your head over", her soft voice said.

I did as she said in response as I exhaled the smoke. At an instant, I took another pull of the blunt and passed it to Boadie. "You good baby?", Stacy queried.

Before I could respond to her question, Boadie interrupted. "Yeah baby, you good?", he joked as he took a pull of the blunt.

I chuckled. "Be off that gay shit man", I said before going on to answer Stacy's question. "I'm cool for the most part.", I said before continuing the conversation with everybody else. "We slackin man, so far, all we've done was spray at them niggas. They all still walking round this bitch in one piece.", I said in an agitated tone.

"Shit, I thought shit was all good, we offed one of them niggas little sister", Boadie said followed by a shrug. "A body for a body", he said nonchalantly.

I gazed at him. "Nigga who said that was what that was supposed to be. You want a name around this bitch for offin a little ass girl? I don't give no fuck about deadin a loved one, I don't but my only focus is whackin that bitch ass nigga Sina and I swear to God, on sight. I'm at his head, no talkin, that nigga out here walkin around like he can't be touched. That's another thing that fucks me up, this nigga out here like he a God, nigga you bleed just like the next nigga, ain't no fear in me and it shouldn't be in any of y'all, real shit man. But it's all good, let him and his niggas think that we done comin at them since we ain't did shit since the day we sprayed. Let them think they safe out here", I said wearing the same agitated tone.

Black leaned against the railing. "Man let me know what's what and shit, I'll get on the phone with Des for these choppas to dead everyone of them niggas with one clip, you know I'm with the shits nigga. All this sittin around talkin bout the shit ain't gettin us nowhere. Sitting around here discussing the same shit got us lookin like some lil bitches. It's about that time we make some moves, some real moves. Shit, it would've went different if we would've waited until night to do that drive by. Hit the lights, they wouldn't had seen us because it wasn't no street lights on that block but shit who's to say if they would've been there, damn.", He said realizing what he said. "Man, we don't even know what that nigga look like, it was 5 of them on the porch the day we sprayed. It's about that time we find out which one he is", Black said as he took a pull of the blunt that was passed back to him. "Then we'll take it from there, dead his homies after", Black said after exhaling.

My niggas went on with the conversation as I began to think things over. Black made a valid point about knowing which nigga was being aimed at. I want that nigga dead, I don't give a fuck about his homies, they're afterthoughts. Sina is going to get his and that's on my mama.

"Hold your head down", Stacy said as she continued to braid.

I did as she said and with that I heard her phone ring from her purse which rested on the porch next to her foot. She took her hands away from my head and dug into her purse. I turned a bit to see her digging inside. "You know it's bad luck to have ya purse sittin on the ground, shit, so I've heard", I said followed by a slight chuckle as I turned back around.