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MONEY TALKS - FREDO & DAVE
lets keep it real, if money talks
then why dem mandem speaking still
| zaiyre 'merkz' thiago charleston |
| 🇬🇧 x 🇯🇲 x 🇭🇹 |
22 years old
| present |
Omniscient.
CHILLING TO THE SOUL, THE LATE NIGHT AIR PENETRATED HIS SKIN AND BLISTERED HIS BODY, THE INKY BLANKET THICK WITH STARS LIKE ICE CRYSTALS, FLASHING AND FLICKERING. THE INTICING SLIVER OF SILVER IN THE TENEBROUS SKY, CAST A PALLOR ON THE DEVIOUS BACK ROADS OF SOUTH AND DELICATELY CRADLED THE DIM GHOSTLY OUTLINE OF HIS FULL SELF.
The solitary moment in his car provided him with conditional warmth, the startling temperature could still be felt, just to a much lesser extent.
With his brick on his right leg and personal phone in his left hand he waited.
He was kind of grateful he didn't belong to no gang. Although he was born and raised in south, he had the freedom to not be confined in his area.
He just delved in criminal drug dealing activities. He was really from the block and had been offered opportunities to deal crow (weed/skunk) and crack from a young buck but chose not to.
Sometimes he wondered if he was hypocritical, partaking in criminal activities but he never killed anyone. Memories of suffering were embedded in his brain and inked into his toffee coloured skin, he couldn't commit the act, the same act which costed the lives of his loved ones.
If a situation would arise, then he would do what he had to, but with a heavier heart than most people within his proximity.
The deal with some morrocans were still in conversation, he was almost unsure of his involvement. He never wanted to be deep in this road ting, but he grew up around killers and gunmen, and once idolised the most ruthless.
He'd matured since then and learnt what most failed or ignored to.
' ¤|the only permanent gift of being a thug was temporary MONEY and RESPECT.
and all for what?
for the outcome to be death or imprisonment, if you were a BLACK MAN you were already not free.
so whats the point of playing with the fate of your life.|¤ '
COBRA's runner was now in view, Zaiyre couldn't lie and say he was content. The runner was late, and he didnt particularly like his time wasters- he could never get it back.
He was now slightly pissed off, his usual screw intensified and the runner caught his mood.
He looked young, kinda. His brown eyes darted all over except at Merkz. Once the transaction was over Zaiyre sped off and made his way to a new drop-
Upon arrival Zaiyre faced the older man, wearing his balaclava, sheilding his identity, unbeknownst XAHAN was implicated in DHYANI's plot to murder AZARIA
After that drop was made he felt a devilish chill ripple through his body, the aura he felt from his new customer made him decide to never sell to him again.
A sudden urge overcame him, sitting in his illegally tinted car, the semi-warm tips of his fingers hovered over the contact, the individual he was slowly but surely becoming attached to.
Preying they'd answer at this ungodly hour...
"hello" her soft voice edged with sleep
"azaria" he said pausing
"yes zaiyre" she responded quickly, he didn't call her by her full name unless it was serious
"suen' don't feel right."
" like how, in what way?" she inquired, getting fearful something tragic might happen to him
" a bad feeling, i can feel it affecting my mental and my body"
"okay, repeat after me. and close your eyes. Put your hands together and directly on your heart and put your head up" she said
" okay" he replied
" heavenly father, i come to you in fear, doubt and love, say it" she told him seriously
"heavenly father i come to you in fear, doubt and love." his deep voice echoed
" forgive me, divine father fore i have sinned and i beg for your repentance. Please continue to guide me and support me." she continued
"forgive me, divine father fore i have sinned and i beg for your repentance. Please continue to guide me and support me." he said
" a spirit, bad omen, negative energy is getting into my mind and soul and i need you to cleanse me of this unknown disease. Please protect me and my loved ones on this difficult journey of life. " she said
"a spirit, bad omen, negative energy is getting into my mind and soul and i need you to cleanse me of this unknown disease. Please protect me and my loved ones on this difficult journey of life. " he said
"I thank you for everything you have done for me and provided me with, amen." she finished
""I thank you for everything you have done for me and provided me with, amen." he said, opening his tear filled orbs.
THATS WHEN AZARIA HEARD SOMETHING DEEPLY SPLINTERED BENEATH HIS FACADE]▪
his beautiful scars revealed
his pretty pain
the line was still on--
-- she had heard a distorted sob and inwardly gasped
heard; her thugs lamentation
- A Gangsta's Cry
