From Black To Free: The Birth of a Divine Mind by By: King Divine

Author:By: King Divine [Divine, By: King]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Historical, Cultural Heritage, United States, African American, Urban, Teen & Young Adult, Historical Fiction, African
Amazon: B00RWHPYQO
Published: 2015-01-06T05:00:00+00:00

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I pace the floor of my living-room deep inside my drunken thoughts and mad as fuck. I hold a bottle of Ciroc in my left hand and my .45 Glock in the other. A thirty shot clip sticks out the bottom of the gun and two extra thirty shot clips poke out of my two front pockets. I seriously contemplate on waging war against Black Mob tonight. But after the fight at the club I’m sure the police will be patrolling the north side hard as fuck. The police know that fist fights in the club usually leads to gun shots in the hood.

Seated around the living is D.J., Darryl, Hood, Nephew, Chris, Dre, the Twins and Lil Dru. And posted at the dining room table is Veronica, Stacy, and Valerie. Everybody is quiet, somewhat nervous, as I pace back and forth. Nobody speaks. The only sound to be heard is Gucci Mane’s “Mouth full of gold” which blares from the home stereo. I had the shit on repeat and this was like the millionth time it played since we been here. I loved this song.

“I’m sayin fam, can we change this shit?” Dre summons the nerve to speak.

“Fuck no!” I snap, mad at the world. “Anybody touch the CD player, I’ma kill’em!”

Dre doesn’t respond. Which was his best choice.

As I continue to walk back and forth like a mad man, I tip the bottle of liquor and take another huge gulp. I had been drinking since the club and I was swimming in its spirit-altering effect. I can’t believe them Black Mob bitches made me blew a five million dollar fucking deal. Now I’m finna kill everybody.

My cell phone rings for the thousandth time. I know it’s Rico so I don’t answer. I know that the big homie is mad and I really don’t want to hear shit he got to preach about right now. So every time he call I let it go to voicemail.

Shortly after, Hood’s cell starts ringing. He looks at me with a dreadful stare before he accepts the call.

“Hello?” He answers. He sits quietly for a moment and then ends the call. To me he shakes his head and says “That nigga Rico pissed! He said the show got canceled and them Grind Gang niggas left with the promoters bread.”

“Those Booties ass niggas started that shit on purpose fam, I’m telling you.” Says Darryl, while twisting one of his miniature dreadlocks.

“Fuck the Booties.” I say drunkenly as I down another gulp of liquor with my finger on the trigger of my gun. I look over and catch all three of the girls looking at me like they’re frighten by my behavior. I can tell Veronica’s ass has something to say. The dumb bitch already thinks that I’m fucking crazy and institutionalized. And I probably do look crazy right now but I don’t give a fuck, I’m mad. And truth be told this is the way I was fucking born.

“B-bro can we hit the bottle?” Ask Chris in his country ass accent.

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