Iam A Man.
A Black Man..Trying To Live.
Make it to Another Day.
And I'll Do What it Takes.
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Saint
It was pouring rain as Saint laid under the bridge drawing in his sketch book. He was praying it would stop soon. He had shit to do. And drawing all day wasnt going to feed him.
It was the 1st if the month. Always good. Because black people got they stamps and checks. Finally the Rain turned into sprinkles. Closing his book he grabbed his backpack making his way to Henry Park.
"Wassup Mo. Jay." He said slapping hands with all 3. They was all 16 and struggling. They all had each others back too.
"Nigga you ready." Mo said looking at Saint.
"Nah y'all ready. This for better life. We out ONCE we make enough thats the DEAL." They all nodded.
"Never lacking or slipping. We do what we gotta do." Jay said.
"Let's go meet King. He at the warehouse." Mo said.
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Waking in King stared at all of em. It brought back memories if when he joined a gang. Now he whole Kingpin. "Y'all know this AINT FOR PLAY PLAY." He said.
"Yea we know." Mo said.
"Y'all gone be bottom boy. Y'all wanna touch bread y'all gotta work ya way to the top. You gotta do what you got to. Cuhs on Crip....if it was the other way around nobody sparing you. Once you in ain't no out. Unless you got someone to pass the torch or if you JUST a lone wolf. Ion want no mistakes..no evidence nun. Cleanliness is next to Godliness." He stood staring at all of em. Especially Saint who kept eye contact with the whole time.
"This 100 packs in this fanny...you GOT ONE WEEK." He said handing them each of their own.
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"Where you going Saint?" Mo asked.
"To work. Cant be in one spot well meet at the Park at 7." He said walking away.
He was going were all the bums be. He wanted to work his way up. Being homeless at 16 wasnt what he expected his life to be. But he should of known. A Mother Who was a Fein and a father who was a drunk. Who constantly beat her. His life was far from good. He knew this was what he needed to do. He was tired of sleeping in the park, Bridges ...he was a bum in Harlem.
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It was 6:30 and his Pack was empty. He sold everything EVEN took sliver change. No pennies tho. Making it back to the warehouse he knocked.
The guards lead him to King Office where he was getting head by some random.
"Sup Young Changed your a mind." He smirked.
"Nah....my pack empty." He said standing straight up. He wasnt no punk. He seen the worst of worst. He knew what type of man King was. And he knew soon he'd take his place.
"Damn. This a first. How much you sell for?" He wondered.
"Bums 5/10 they ain't got shit. Even took change. But for the people with jobs and shit I sold for 20." He said.
"Thats pretty cheap."
"The cheaper the more money...more people recognized real dealing. The more other veins come with they MONEY." He shrugged. He didnt care for the chit chat he wanted his second Pack.
"Smart." King said pushing the girl off him.
"I just came to get my second pack." He said.
"Already on it huh mijo." King chuckled.
"Time is money. And thats all I want from this." He said.
"Keep the money....you earned it. This pack as 200 see what you can do with this.....you come back like you did today... Ima change ya status.
Nodding he grabbed his backpack. Walking out Leaving King in his thoughts. He realized he never studded talking to him. Never dropped eye contact.... And sold a pack in a day. He knew what TYPE of hunger Saint Had. The same hunger he use to have. Freedom. Freedom from being at the bottom.
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Y'all like it so far?
New book. Well FIRST Book.
And its in Harlem so you SHOULD know who Saint is (East)
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