After they ditch the car, Lefty and Right-hand go to their respective homes to get ready for the rest of the evening..."I be back through here in 'bout a hour" Right-hand tells Lefty.
"Aight" Lefty replies, "Don't forget your phone in the house."
Right-hand retrieves his phones and responds to a handful of texts from friends. Meanwhile Lefty is in the house smoking some Purp' and reflecting on what just happened. He thinks to himself that there's no one like Right-hand. Right-hand will literally do anything for him. He wonders hows Right-hand feels about what just happened. He never considered that Right-hand might feel a little off given their current circumstances. Before he just thought it was like old times.
Right-hand walks in the house and pours a cup of Bone VSOP and sits it in the refrigerator. He turns some music on, "Other Side of the Game" by Erykah Badu is what his itunes shuffles plays first as he heads to the shower. He hops in listening to the lyrics, and thinks about what else tonight will bring. He has no remorse for his relapse, it's just a part of the game as far as he is concerned. It was necessary to him, Lefty said he had to go so he had to go.
He gets out of the shower and gets dressed, then calls Lefty and tells him he'll be there in a minute. He drinks his cups that he fixed when he walked into the house and it's on. He's grabs his bookbag and heads out the door...
Right-hand and Lefty arrive at a popular bar. They buy drinks at the bar, and reminisce about old days. They flirt with women, most of the people in this bar are at least 5 years older than them, yet their faces are familiar in this crowd. Left-hand is more relaxed and calm, kind of like Right-hand was earlier in the night. He just sits back and watches Right-hand have fun with the crowd at the bar. Right-hand is laughing, telling stories, and joking. Everything is right, no complaints from either side.
Lefty is amazed at Right-hand's transformation. He's always been amazed at how fast Right-hand can switch it up. He's usually anit-social after making a move like tonight. Right-hand always parties it off.
In the midst of social activities, Right-hand feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see a woman with an apparent attitude. " Tonight?" the woman says. Right-hand-looks at her and nods his head while hunching his shoulders with his hands out to the side as if he didn't do anything wrong. She recognizes Lefty and hugs him, and mushes the back of Right-hand's head.
Right-hand pulls her by her arm to go sit in the back of the bar where it's more secluded. This is Diamond, Right-hand's on again off again girl, main thing, future wife. "So what's up? I called you and texted you" she says.
"I know..." Right-hand says before he's interrupted.
"Don't say nothing, you did some dumb shit didn't you?"
"What you talkin' 'bout?"
" I see it in your face. I thought you stopped?"
Right-hand thinks that Diamond is bad, this is why she's his girl or whatever she is.
"I keep telling you, you ain't Superman."
"I hear you, what's going on though? How was your day?" Rights-hand asks pulling Diamond close.
They settle their differences as Diamond curses Right-hand out. Right-hand and Diamond been at it since Right-hand was fourteen. She was 18. Right-hand left her too, but she still shines. She's been threatening to leave Right-hand alone for years thanks to his "street" activity. She grew up privileged, but she connects with Right-hand. His ignorance of her wishes is why they are always off and on. His charm, ambition, and personality is why she stays. He taught her the other side of the game and she wants to understand, so never gives up on him. Their relationship made her mentally tough and even though he leaves her from time to time, she's still successful. Right-hand's precious little Diamond.
Lefty looks at them across the bar, and thinks to himself. "Right-hand got a good one." He sees their chemistry and thinks they're crazy for how they deal with each other. No titles, no handcuffs, no fights, all the problems in the world, and they just keep it moving. He wonders how they manage, even though Right-hand always leaves her for periods at a time. Lefty doesn't see how they balance each other out. He does not see that she's the opposite of Lefty himself. She's what Lefty is not, Left and Right-hand move to the same beat. They function as one, they never resist the other. They are alike with one key difference, Right-hand has a stronger will and thinks in terms of a big picture. Lefty just thinks in terms of the city, he's fit for the city and the city only, which is why he never left. Diamond exposed Right-hand to much more and challenges him. Makes him better...
Right-hand and Lefty are one of the same kind but, Right-hand is diverse while Lefty has one train of thought. This is why they both couldn't turn the same way; Lefty's mind would not let him and Right-hand would not challenge him...
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Prelude to My Masterpiece
The word Hood was formed from the word Good but the "G" was replaced with the "H" from Hell...
The inner-city aka the hood aka the Ghetto...
Black America
Full of all sorts of characters just looking to survive
All playing roles in a grand scheme, but with the same complex
Let's call it the "Inner" complex
This complex if full of duality, subplots, good vs. evil, & good/evil
But it all comes from the same state of mind
We got the....
Old Married Couple:
They so into each other they just let things BE
Nothing's more beautiful to them than love... It's priceless
Symbolic of Lauryn Hill's "Nothing Even Matters"
They have kids and they kids can be...
The Female:
The Inner Complex has a multitude of women
The Single Black Woman... single due to her sense of pride or bitterness
She may have been scorned or burned from pasr relationships
Or she might just be too independent for a man to accept
She'll love you like you love yourself, But misogyny is not her concept
She may or may not have kids, and they'll be her pride and joy
Then there's the trifling version of her...
The Selfish Naive Single Woman
She's the definition of "Trick or Treat", cause with her...
You either tricking, or she's your treat...
And it just so seems that's she interested in the Dope Boy
He's the hustler, drug dealer, and maybe a G
Or least he affiliated with 'em
It is he who brings the most pain into the inner-city aside from his Providers
He has assembled or is part of a narcotics team
They distribute coke, crack, weed and E
You can have whatever you like,
And these be the ones addicted to the limelight
It's kinda ironic, considering he 'sposed to stay outta sight
Outta sight? you out ya mind
Night is his time to shine
Clubs, pictures, bottles and wannabe model
The life of a local celebrity
And he might be charismatic, full of charm and grace
Grin and smile while he doin' harm in your face
He transport drugs @ will
Shootin slugs that kill, and if he ain't shootin,
He gotta someone that will, and he'll pay the bill
Outsiders looking in, "That nigga's ill". A social ill
Then there's the Urban Athlete:
He's a local celebrity too, and he more than likely he got ties to the dope boy
or he's what the Dope-boy used to be...
He inspires to be the next LeBron or LT
Driven by his father or lack thereof as he can be the son of the Single Black Woman.
His life can be reflective of both Heaven and Hell
He's in the limelight all day, and strangers always got something to say
People seek to exploit him and Many Seek to get at him
You never know their intentions are, They're just wishing upon a star...
The athlete may like the aforementioned trifling female, but he really wants Ole Faithful:
The female that stands there through thick and thin, despite all the random night he never check-in
She rides for her man, there ain't a dishonest bone in her body
More than likely she's been through it all in relationships, and she prolly used to be a tomboy
She wants to be her own woman, independent, but she can either be destroyed by a man or turned off to men altogether.
She can be the Girl that Like Girls:
Conflicted interest derived due to the mistreatment of men, either from within the family or failed relations
The mistreatment from within could be abuse or molestation done by the sick perverts that lurk through the inner-city
They prey on the young and innocent, they have insecurities or drug addiction or both.
They're are sick, the ones that just are not respected in the inner-city. Imposing their will on innocent little girls.
And there perverts that don't get the same attention, but they do the same but on a different scale.,,
They manipulate the teenage girls and impose their will on them until she either resists or is broken,
A simple choice of words could bruise his ego, but most of the time this pervert would indulge in relation with younger girls for the same reasons as the other pervert.
He is also accompanied by the Young But Old Teen, who seeks this pervert.
She's sexually advanced or just intrigued by older dudes who can Do for her. She's young and her future is a toss up
She don't like listening to people or she just misunderstood...Maybe she could relate to the "Faggy":
The gay male in the inner-city that females love and niggaz hate(or so they say)
He just doesn't wanna be tough, He preers to be flamboyant of "one of the girls"
Neighborhood renegade and showoff, King of credit fraud
Which leads to the boys in Blue
Yeah, The Boys in Blue do:
The authority
The Law
5-0
Some of them be that bullshit because they are apart of narcotics teams as well
He makes side profits figuring he can't stop the crime so join it...
He abuses his authority and just as dirty as the shadiest character around.
Claim he a good guy, but just a mirror of the dope boy who does good on occasion
And Homocide... The Detectives:
Manipulators at it's finest
they use people just to erase cases off the board
Nevermind that while erasing one case they create another
They portray people as snitches in a place where snitching is forbidden
They create bogus charges knowing their targets are amongst the most uneducated in the world
They can care less about who died and why, they function by any means necessary
They know who the bad guys are, cause they grew up watchin each and every one
Yet they wait 'til they have to do something to react, which means when that board downtowns needs a face beside it to make it go away
They figure that most of the people here are bad, and it doesn't matter what crime he is convicted of cause he was going to jail anyway..................... They run narcotics teams too, all kingpin drug dealers are also killers and the none of 'em ever white?
Sound funny? I know
The Boys in Blue work for what I call Mr. MIA:
He got pull in America, both corporate and Streets
He's the provider of the Dope-Boys materials; drugs and guns alike
Though he's never seen
MIA
He can afford to make frequent trips to South Beach
MIA
Big house, lavish life, model for a wife. American Principles was written for him (check the blogs)
He used his social drug of cocaine and chopped up up to give birth to Crackheads aka Aunties and Uncs:
Crackheads are like necessary evils in the inner-city
They work hard and clean for cheap, kinda like immigrants in America on a bigger scale.
They're also like encyclopedias, they can tell the history of their neighborhood
They know every single thing that has occurred, but they addicted to the 1st high
They'll chase it 'til they die. They used to be everything good and are now the result of everything gone bad...
The inner-city has mainstay institutions too:
Overcrowded schools
Liquor stores and carry-outs owned by Koreans
and the Penitentiary where our young men finally meet other people from different walks of life...
Despite the bad we still have the occasional success, I call it Beautiful:
Beautiful is the young one with their head on straight, they made it out and gave back
Male or female, they defied the odds, and made It happen...They become artists, CEOs, Lawyers, Doctors, Entrepreneurs, etc.
The sun shines bright on them, but for each one it's a million other inner city characters that develop to Content:
The in between Beautiful and the Bad
And can consists of the reformed Dope-Boy who just wants to see his kids make it
And the murderer who's chasing serenity in helping kids develop into something to make up for the dreams he stole.
Or the woman, who finally found herself after realizing she doesn't need a man to make her whole
And the elderly who done lived through this all and cherishing their last days on the earth
They sit back and watch..While people always die, old and young. Another life enters this world and is born into the complex in which every plays a role and a part. Some people consume more than one or two...
The inner-city aka the hood aka the Ghetto...
Black America
Full of all sorts of characters just looking to survive
All playing roles in a grand scheme, but with the same complex
Let's call it the "Inner" complex
This complex if full of duality, subplots, good vs. evil, & good/evil
But it all comes from the same state of mind
We got the....
Old Married Couple:
They so into each other they just let things BE
Nothing's more beautiful to them than love... It's priceless
Symbolic of Lauryn Hill's "Nothing Even Matters"
They have kids and they kids can be...
The Female:
The Inner Complex has a multitude of women
The Single Black Woman... single due to her sense of pride or bitterness
She may have been scorned or burned from pasr relationships
Or she might just be too independent for a man to accept
She'll love you like you love yourself, But misogyny is not her concept
She may or may not have kids, and they'll be her pride and joy
Then there's the trifling version of her...
The Selfish Naive Single Woman
She's the definition of "Trick or Treat", cause with her...
You either tricking, or she's your treat...
And it just so seems that's she interested in the Dope Boy
He's the hustler, drug dealer, and maybe a G
Or least he affiliated with 'em
It is he who brings the most pain into the inner-city aside from his Providers
He has assembled or is part of a narcotics team
They distribute coke, crack, weed and E
You can have whatever you like,
And these be the ones addicted to the limelight
It's kinda ironic, considering he 'sposed to stay outta sight
Outta sight? you out ya mind
Night is his time to shine
Clubs, pictures, bottles and wannabe model
The life of a local celebrity
And he might be charismatic, full of charm and grace
Grin and smile while he doin' harm in your face
He transport drugs @ will
Shootin slugs that kill, and if he ain't shootin,
He gotta someone that will, and he'll pay the bill
Outsiders looking in, "That nigga's ill". A social ill
Then there's the Urban Athlete:
He's a local celebrity too, and he more than likely he got ties to the dope boy
or he's what the Dope-boy used to be...
He inspires to be the next LeBron or LT
Driven by his father or lack thereof as he can be the son of the Single Black Woman.
His life can be reflective of both Heaven and Hell
He's in the limelight all day, and strangers always got something to say
People seek to exploit him and Many Seek to get at him
You never know their intentions are, They're just wishing upon a star...
The athlete may like the aforementioned trifling female, but he really wants Ole Faithful:
The female that stands there through thick and thin, despite all the random night he never check-in
She rides for her man, there ain't a dishonest bone in her body
More than likely she's been through it all in relationships, and she prolly used to be a tomboy
She wants to be her own woman, independent, but she can either be destroyed by a man or turned off to men altogether.
She can be the Girl that Like Girls:
Conflicted interest derived due to the mistreatment of men, either from within the family or failed relations
The mistreatment from within could be abuse or molestation done by the sick perverts that lurk through the inner-city
They prey on the young and innocent, they have insecurities or drug addiction or both.
They're are sick, the ones that just are not respected in the inner-city. Imposing their will on innocent little girls.
And there perverts that don't get the same attention, but they do the same but on a different scale.,,
They manipulate the teenage girls and impose their will on them until she either resists or is broken,
A simple choice of words could bruise his ego, but most of the time this pervert would indulge in relation with younger girls for the same reasons as the other pervert.
He is also accompanied by the Young But Old Teen, who seeks this pervert.
She's sexually advanced or just intrigued by older dudes who can Do for her. She's young and her future is a toss up
She don't like listening to people or she just misunderstood...Maybe she could relate to the "Faggy":
The gay male in the inner-city that females love and niggaz hate(or so they say)
He just doesn't wanna be tough, He preers to be flamboyant of "one of the girls"
Neighborhood renegade and showoff, King of credit fraud
Which leads to the boys in Blue
Yeah, The Boys in Blue do:
The authority
The Law
5-0
Some of them be that bullshit because they are apart of narcotics teams as well
He makes side profits figuring he can't stop the crime so join it...
He abuses his authority and just as dirty as the shadiest character around.
Claim he a good guy, but just a mirror of the dope boy who does good on occasion
And Homocide... The Detectives:
Manipulators at it's finest
they use people just to erase cases off the board
Nevermind that while erasing one case they create another
They portray people as snitches in a place where snitching is forbidden
They create bogus charges knowing their targets are amongst the most uneducated in the world
They can care less about who died and why, they function by any means necessary
They know who the bad guys are, cause they grew up watchin each and every one
Yet they wait 'til they have to do something to react, which means when that board downtowns needs a face beside it to make it go away
They figure that most of the people here are bad, and it doesn't matter what crime he is convicted of cause he was going to jail anyway..................... They run narcotics teams too, all kingpin drug dealers are also killers and the none of 'em ever white?
Sound funny? I know
The Boys in Blue work for what I call Mr. MIA:
He got pull in America, both corporate and Streets
He's the provider of the Dope-Boys materials; drugs and guns alike
Though he's never seen
MIA
He can afford to make frequent trips to South Beach
MIA
Big house, lavish life, model for a wife. American Principles was written for him (check the blogs)
He used his social drug of cocaine and chopped up up to give birth to Crackheads aka Aunties and Uncs:
Crackheads are like necessary evils in the inner-city
They work hard and clean for cheap, kinda like immigrants in America on a bigger scale.
They're also like encyclopedias, they can tell the history of their neighborhood
They know every single thing that has occurred, but they addicted to the 1st high
They'll chase it 'til they die. They used to be everything good and are now the result of everything gone bad...
The inner-city has mainstay institutions too:
Overcrowded schools
Liquor stores and carry-outs owned by Koreans
and the Penitentiary where our young men finally meet other people from different walks of life...
Despite the bad we still have the occasional success, I call it Beautiful:
Beautiful is the young one with their head on straight, they made it out and gave back
Male or female, they defied the odds, and made It happen...They become artists, CEOs, Lawyers, Doctors, Entrepreneurs, etc.
The sun shines bright on them, but for each one it's a million other inner city characters that develop to Content:
The in between Beautiful and the Bad
And can consists of the reformed Dope-Boy who just wants to see his kids make it
And the murderer who's chasing serenity in helping kids develop into something to make up for the dreams he stole.
Or the woman, who finally found herself after realizing she doesn't need a man to make her whole
And the elderly who done lived through this all and cherishing their last days on the earth
They sit back and watch..While people always die, old and young. Another life enters this world and is born into the complex in which every plays a role and a part. Some people consume more than one or two...
Monday, February 9, 2009
It's a Fork In the Road & They Can't Drive the Same Way
Meet Lefty & Right-hand
They're best friends
Lefty grew up only to LEFT back in the city streets after HS
Right-hand is living quite alRIGHT, he's went to college & doing all the RIGHT things
Lefty's a good dude, heart of gold just like Right-hand & it's a lot in RIght-hand that ain't RIGHT. The roles can easily be reversed. Regardless of circumstances, Right-hand. Lefty are like Yin and Yang. At the end of the day, they just see each other as one of the same kind...
Lefty and Right-hand are chilling (a rare occasion these days). Drinking, smoking, and just talking. Lefty pulls out a shopping bag and looks at Right-Hand, "I need you to ride wit me." Right-hand just nods. He pulls out a black hoody, sweatpants, and football gloves.The Uniform. They walk to the car, Right-hand still has his drink in hand, no too sure of what's really going on wit Lefty. He forgot what he left behind when he turned right. The drive around the city, Lefty lays out tonight's plans:
"Yeah son, take a look at this, gotta silencer and all..... These niggas been runnin' they mouf too much. They bout to fuck all kind of shit up. Ya feel me? When we pull up follow my lead, It's usually two or three niggas. you know how dat be. U 'memba Dum Dum and dem?... Yeah, I know they ain't strapped, I been watchin dem niggas. You fuck with this joint? I got da' banana clip for this joint. But I ain't gon' need that tonight... U gon' finish your cup?"
Right-hand just sits there nodding his head the whole time."So Dum Dum and dem huh?"
They pull up behind an apartment building complex, right around the corner from Dum Dum's car. Lights off, Right-hand takes his cup to the head. They pull out ski-masks, load and cock their weapons. Lefty gotta .45 and Right-hand a 380, his favorite. They check the safety locks on their weapons making sure there ain't no trigger jams. They sit there in dark and silence, looking around to make sure nobody noticed them. Lefty know this spot is perfect, he's practiced several times in the last week. His car tonight, a car from the local junkyard, stolen out of town tags. After another hour or so, Lefty nudges Right-hand, "C'mon son, there they go."
Lefty and Right-hand get out of the car as Dum Dum walks towards his car. They jog softly towards Dum Dum and his confidante. Too late Dum Dum, Lefty just let one off in his head, and Right-hand follows up at the confidante, but Lefty is quicker and the Confidante catches two. Turn and Run; they jump in the car and pull off.
Right-hand's eyes are bloodshot red and Lefty looks content. "You aight?" Lefty asks. Right-hand nods and reclines his seat after he removes his ski-mask. "Thanx son, you still trynna go out?" Right-hand, laying back in the seat,"Yeah, take me around some bitches." The duo, rides to the back alley of a city project, where they remove their shoes, sweatshirts, gloves, ski masks, and sweatpants. They throw them in the trash, and proceed home in gym shorts to shower and go out. Right-hand knows what kind of life he left behind; but in his eyes Lefty deserves to be right too. So he does whatever he can do...
They're best friends
Lefty grew up only to LEFT back in the city streets after HS
Right-hand is living quite alRIGHT, he's went to college & doing all the RIGHT things
Lefty's a good dude, heart of gold just like Right-hand & it's a lot in RIght-hand that ain't RIGHT. The roles can easily be reversed. Regardless of circumstances, Right-hand. Lefty are like Yin and Yang. At the end of the day, they just see each other as one of the same kind...
Lefty and Right-hand are chilling (a rare occasion these days). Drinking, smoking, and just talking. Lefty pulls out a shopping bag and looks at Right-Hand, "I need you to ride wit me." Right-hand just nods. He pulls out a black hoody, sweatpants, and football gloves.The Uniform. They walk to the car, Right-hand still has his drink in hand, no too sure of what's really going on wit Lefty. He forgot what he left behind when he turned right. The drive around the city, Lefty lays out tonight's plans:
"Yeah son, take a look at this, gotta silencer and all..... These niggas been runnin' they mouf too much. They bout to fuck all kind of shit up. Ya feel me? When we pull up follow my lead, It's usually two or three niggas. you know how dat be. U 'memba Dum Dum and dem?... Yeah, I know they ain't strapped, I been watchin dem niggas. You fuck with this joint? I got da' banana clip for this joint. But I ain't gon' need that tonight... U gon' finish your cup?"
Right-hand just sits there nodding his head the whole time."So Dum Dum and dem huh?"
They pull up behind an apartment building complex, right around the corner from Dum Dum's car. Lights off, Right-hand takes his cup to the head. They pull out ski-masks, load and cock their weapons. Lefty gotta .45 and Right-hand a 380, his favorite. They check the safety locks on their weapons making sure there ain't no trigger jams. They sit there in dark and silence, looking around to make sure nobody noticed them. Lefty know this spot is perfect, he's practiced several times in the last week. His car tonight, a car from the local junkyard, stolen out of town tags. After another hour or so, Lefty nudges Right-hand, "C'mon son, there they go."
Lefty and Right-hand get out of the car as Dum Dum walks towards his car. They jog softly towards Dum Dum and his confidante. Too late Dum Dum, Lefty just let one off in his head, and Right-hand follows up at the confidante, but Lefty is quicker and the Confidante catches two. Turn and Run; they jump in the car and pull off.
Right-hand's eyes are bloodshot red and Lefty looks content. "You aight?" Lefty asks. Right-hand nods and reclines his seat after he removes his ski-mask. "Thanx son, you still trynna go out?" Right-hand, laying back in the seat,"Yeah, take me around some bitches." The duo, rides to the back alley of a city project, where they remove their shoes, sweatshirts, gloves, ski masks, and sweatpants. They throw them in the trash, and proceed home in gym shorts to shower and go out. Right-hand knows what kind of life he left behind; but in his eyes Lefty deserves to be right too. So he does whatever he can do...
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