The Streets Are Calling: A Lost Soul by Duquie Wilson

Author:Duquie Wilson [Wilson, Duquie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2019-01-24T22:00:00+00:00

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Monday

May 19, 2014

9:24 p.m. Trenton, New Jersey

“Damn, it’s mad bitches out tonight,” Bino said, as Rah was parking.

Only thing certain is death

When I squeeze ten

I’ma watch all of them jerk in his chest

They wanna talk about peace

I’ma piss in the dirt/ spit on the flowers fuck if he rest

I’ma show you what a animal is

Cut his hands off

Cause I ain’t like the way he handled his biz

I get a lot more violenter

I swear to, God, and like

What I wouldn’t do for a shotgun silencer

“Yo, that’s my shit right there, nef! A bitch could listen to that all day and never get tired of it,” Rah confessed as he climbed out of his midnight red Chevrolet Equinox, adjusting the black P-89 ruger on his waist.

“I see!” Bino returned, looking up and down Olden Avenue and East State Street. “All a bitch listen to is D-Block from sun up to sun down, nef.”

“Yeah, a’ight, nigga.” Rah laughed, noticing a short light skin chick squinting her eyes in their direction.

“Bino, is that you?” she asked.

“Yo, who the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know, mu’fucka!” Bino replied, looking at the girl with a confused look on his face.

“Bino, why you ain’t call me yet?” the girl asked, standing in front of the chicken shack with three other females.

“‘Cause a bitch don’t want your stalking ass following them around the town all day!” the chick standing to her left in a yellow minidress shot back before Bino could reply.

“Damn, nigga! A bitch ain’t tell me you had bitches like this on standby!” Rah said as they approached the entrance of the chicken shack.

“Shit, nigga. I forgot all about her. You know Shay be going through my phone and shit,” Bino said, loud enough for her to hear him. “She probably deleted her number out of my phone.”

“Oooh, you let the wife find my number and erase it?” she said, shaking head from left to right disappointment, as Rah walked up on the girl with the minidress on.

“What’s poppin’, shorty? What’s your name?” Rah questioned, tossing his right arm around her shoulders, leading her into the chicken shack.

“I’m Lemur and this is my sister, Leopard,” Lee replied, stopping to turning around to face the other three girls. When she did, a white Jeep Cherokee pulled up in front of the chicken shack playing Tupac’s “Keep Ya Head Up”. “And that’s my other sister, Lemming, and her two friends, KeKe and Lisa.”

And I remember Marvin Gaye use to sing to me

He had me feeling like black was the thing to be

And suddenly the ghetto didn’t seem so tough

And though we had it rough was always had enough

I often fussed about my curfew and broke the rules

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two

“Damn, that’s right. Your name is Leo. We met at the big ass cookout at Columbus Park the other week,” Bino said, wrapping his left arm around her shoulder, escorting her towards the chicken shack. “I did mean to hit you up, but a bitch be so busy chasing this paper and beating down the studio.

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