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Morningside Heights, NY

Tony crib

We pulled up to Tony crib. He has a small private home not too far from Amsterdam Ave. He parallel parked, cutting the ignition off as he stepped out the car. I followed suit as he dapped a couple of people that lingered around on the corners. He was well known, especially on this side of Harlem.

I followed him up the steps as he unlocked his house door. Once stepping inside, I admired the pine hardwood floors in his crib, a black sectional couch with a coffee table and a big screen TV. The Sega Genesis sat in the entertainment section alongside his VCR and a small collection of Rap albums, Kurtis Blow, KRS-ONE, Rakim and Eric.B is just a few to name.

I looked and seen a huge portrait of him and his daughter, Cali dream hanging on the wall. Tony daughter is also my goddaughter. I never understood why he named her California Dream, especially since he never been to Cali.

"Damn nigga, this is nice and how lil mama been?".

I looked around before taking a seat on the love seat. I brushed my basketball shorts off, turning my attention to Tony who was in his fridge, taking out two 40oz.

Tony closed the fridge and walked over toward me, handing me the bottle and plopping down on the seat across from me.

"Yea man thanks...  and she ight she be asking bout you nigga go see her"

"Nah man every time I go over there your BM be tryna throw me the ass", I shook my head in disgust causing Tony to let out a heartfelt laugh.

"I ask my self all the time why I fucked with that bitch," Tony shrugged his shoulders.

I watched him take a swig as I took one as well.

"But back to why I bought you here"

"Yeah, what is it? It must be some real shit if you drove all the way over here to say something.

"I sell drugs man, that's it"

I eyeballed him up and down making a "Yeah nigga I know that" face.

"No shit bro, but what type of work you pushing?

Tony chuckled and leaned back in the seat, resting his right arm on the arm as he sipped out his bottle.

"I push real work nigga, not that nickel and dime shit you and Quan was fucking with"

I raised a brow, "Crack?"

Tony didn't respond. He just took another gulp, standing up and staring at me. He cracked a smile.

"You tryna make money nigga? If you serious I'll put you on since you my mans and all"

"Hell, yeah I'm trying to make bread, fuck you talking about" I chuckled in between my words.

"Hold on"

Tony placed the bottle down on the table and walked up the hallway. I mean how could I not wanna make bread, look at this nigga crib. I mean it's not my dream crib but it's a start. I'll take this instead of piss in the hallways anyway.

This shit is blessing him and its time I get the same treatment. My thoughts quickly stopped when I see Tony return with a block inside of a zip-lock bag, some vial tubes and a razor.

He sat down across from me and put the items on the table. My eyes scanned the table as I realized what I was facing, real crack cocaine. Tony pulled the block out and his eyes met mine.

"Yo, I'ma put you on to some shit" He stared at me with seriousness in his eyes. "If you serious about this shit i'ma give you an 8-ball, that's worth 200 dollars, right?

I nodded as I folded my hands and listen to Tony put me on to the tricks and trade of dealing crack. I'm assuming this shit is just like slinging bud, but this bitch holds much higher value than some mid.

Tony cut a decent size of the crack and gathered some of the vials. He stopped and looked up at me;

"Ima give this to you, sell this shit and come holla at me at the end of the week"

I tilted my head back as I twisted my lips, "Nigga who the fuck I'm sell this shit to?"

Tony sighed and shook his head, "Cas nigga just focus on getting selling this and at the end of the week we'll go from there aight nigga?"

I looked down at the drugs on the table. I had to make up my mind quickly. It was either get on this wave or become a delivery boy or a janitor, an honest living type shit. School is not my thing, I gave up on rapping a long time ago, so I think this the only avenue I can walk up right now.

"What bout Quan, he gets parts of this shit too right?

"That's on Quan, he knows he my man's tell him holla at me and I'm tell him the same thing I told you" Tony replied.

I nodded, "Aight son"

Tony smirked and gathered all the stuff I'll need. I examined him as my heart raced, thinking about what I just agreed to. I just got to shake this feeling that something gonna go wrong if I fall into this lifestyle. This ain't weed, this is the real deal.

"You gonna be good nigga, trust me shit is like fucking a bitch," He held up a small piece of the crack," just don't let this bitch Fuck you"

"Yeah yeah nigga, take my ass back to my side for my mama fuck my shit up bout her grocery list", I laughed as I picked up the items and put them deep down in my shorts pocket.

"Nah nigga we bout to get high first"

"You bugging I'm not smoking that shit!", I yelled, pointing to the drugs.

"You a real dumb nigga son I swear yo" Tony laughed.

Tony and I chopped it up for a little bit, smoking on some loud while sipping on our 40z. I swear I haven't gotten this high in a minute. My eyes looked Chinese as hell since we shared two fat blunts. I coughed as I inhaled the smoke of the clip. I felt the clip burn my lip a little bit. I hate that feeling, shit don't hurt but it doesn't feel good either.

I Told Tony that I had to get to the store before my mom's blacked out on me. One thing she don't play with is her lotto tickets and her groceries. Typical hood mom stuff. Tony laughed and grabbed his car keys as we both proceeded outside, headed back to his whip.

We cruised through the Harlem busy streets, finally pulling up to the grocery store close to my crib. I walked in and luckily for me there wasn't a line so I was in and out. I came back out a walked back over to Tony beamer.

"Aight nigga," I dapped him up while holding the other bags in my left hand.

"Remember what I said, end of the week son"

I nodded as I watched Tony swerve off into traffic. I crossed the street, walking back up the hill to my building. After the little walk, I reached the building door, placing the bags down and digging in my pocket for the lobby door key. I heard the door open as my eyes met with this girl, Lauren.

"Oh, hey E" she smiled, showing a mouth full of pink braces.

"Was sup Lauren" I smiled.

I looked her up and down as she smirked at me admiring her body. She was about 5 feet even, light skinned with long brown hair and some freckles on her face. Baby girl body was crazy, flat ass stomach, big titties and a round ass to match, but she was known as train brain. Sucking dick in the stairwell. How do I know? Let's just say she lives up to that name.

"Nun babe, looking good how come you don't come chill anymore?"

"Ima holla at you Lauren"

I grabbed the bags walking past her and not even acknowledging her question. I just remembered I'm standing here with a big ass chunk of crack in my pocket and while I'm down here talking to this hoe, the feds will pull up pressing a nigga about If I live here or not.

I took the stairway to the fourth floor, finally reaching my house door. I unlocked it and pushed it open, seeing Kyra in the living room getting her braided by her little friend Nyasia.

"Took you long enough" Kyra spat.

I stuck my middle finger up and gave Nyasia a head nod. She blushed as she stared at me. Kyra little fast ass friends always throwing their little asses at me. Every time they see me they be like:

"Oh, my gawdddd Kyra your brother look JUSSSST like that rapper Eazy E from NWA"

Personally, I don't see it, but anyway, Nyasia was cute, but too cute. She's a good girl, 9 to 5 school and church going type of girl. She not ready to fuck with a nigga like me. 'I'd fuck one of these little girl's life up if I fucked one of them.

"Eric, is that you?" I watched my mom poke her head around the wall of the kitchen.

I stepped in the kitchen, placing the groceries on the table as well as her change and quickly headed into my bedroom.

"Thank you, Eric!," she screamed down the hallway.

I didn't even respond to her. I locked my bedroom door. I sat at my computer desk and dug in my pocket, taking out the drugs. I stared at it as if I never seen drugs a day in my life.

Sure, I've seen crack before but I never sold it. This shit is real. I rubbed my hand down my face as I continued eyeing the drugs.

Was I about to sell crack? What if I get caught? My life will be spent in jail if I was caught with this heat. But a nigga need bread and I'm tired of living with my mom's. A nigga need to be on his own and not answer to nobody.

I always say hustle by any means, and in this case Ima take that chance and do just that...

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