"August, babe! Its not safe out there. Just...please come back to bed babe." Jerome pleaded.
I growled in displeasure as I continued to pull my clothes on. Grabbing my gun I unlocked it settling it in the back of my pants, making sure I kept an extra thing of bullets.
"Your not comprehending shit I'm telling you Jerome!" I growled in frustration an annoyance. "I need to be out there fighting for my fam man! These niqqas don't give a fuck about me or MY FAMILY! They will shoot a niqqa in fucking cold blood and not give a fuck whether it was my mama, my brother, my sister, or even you! They will do any damn thing to see my fall, to see me broken down in an emotional state.
When you livin' in the hood, its kill or get killed trying. Niqqas on the street will kill you execution style if they had to or was told to do so just to get to me, ME! So you gotta understand were I'm coming from baby, on some real ass shit." I spoke pulling my black leather gloves on my fingers, sitting down on ...