“Yeah, didn’t write this song, but I’m recordin’ with this lead Know it sound strange but I’ma die for all my Nobody really know how he feels I always thought that you would be here Why do I always question God but I never pray because
i think about you, I end up cryin’ on my best days”
Blasted through the speakers of the car while speeding down the highway riding back to Tae house. My mind is just racing right now i got a text from Tae that he got the drop onnat bitch ass nigga who killed my brother him and my brothers trynna lay his ass out tonight since the laws are busy at the shooting that happened off North Street between 22nd and 33rd. Im about to become the man my mama steered me away from but i hoped in the same route my brother decided to take. I’ve done all my mama’s ever wanted i was the first in the house to graduate high school and the first to step foot in a college classroom. But now i gotta be a man and do what i promised if i everr seen that fuk nigga again. I arrive at Tae crib i park my car by the 7/11 down the street and while walking over to his apartment i call Aaliyah.
“You still up?”
“Yeaaaa i just been up thinking about alot right now,” She said letting out a big exhale
“What you got to think about i hope it ain’t no bs keeping you up.”
“Nah you don’t gotta worry about it bae but where you its late as hell.”
“I had to make a quick store run at 7/11 my mama ain’t go no snacks,” I laughed
Just looking at Aaliyah through the phone all tired while still lookin’ fine is just doing something to me. This may be the last time i’ll ever speak to her that wither i get killed or arrested on the spot i may not even get to see my son be born over some street shit. Man i love this girl with all my life i know i’ve fucked up alot in the past and she still doesn’t know about all of my infidelity but i don’t think i could ever bring myself to hurt her and her idea of our perfect relationship. So just incase i make it out of here in a body bag or in handcuffs i wrote her a letter to pass on to her just incase anything happens but it’s all in gods hands now.
We continued to talk.
“Aye, Aaliyah i love you bae and i hope you don’t ever switch up on me promise me you’ll never switch up no matter what.”
“Christopher why you talking like that?” She sat up very concerned.
“Ain’t nothing happening love sometimes a nigga needs so reassurance,” I laughed awkwardly
“Alright Christopher Jermaine Monroe i love you and i promise to never switch up on you UNLESS you fuck over me or my son but i love you babe.”
“You already know that won’t happen but imma talk to you soon get some rest i love you,” I hung up.
I opened Tae door.
“Damn son finally we been waiting on yo ass had me thinking you ran,” Tae laughed
“Nah nigga know how im coming behind my brothers name.”
“Fasho i got yo stick inna car.” He said going outside.
“Bet that up.”
30 mins later
I heard the screams from inside the house as everyone outside. We had a lil jawn set KJ up she told him to wait in his car so she can pull up for them to “Talk” and I ran up on the car and three caps into the drivers seat “This for my brother mane,” I said after shooting him i took off into the alley way where tae was waiting in the car.
“KAYLEN NOOOOO!” I hear his mother wail
“KJ PLEASE WAKE UP”
“OH LORD THE SHOT MY BABY THEY SHOT MY SON”
“OMG NO NO NO”
Is all you could hear as we speed off into the next street. We seen the ambulance pass by Tae laughed.
“Yeah Chris you finally did it i remember when you first found out they killed Mucho i ain’t never seen you so fucked up before you ain’t talk for like two weeks straight”
Tae kept speaking but i was just zoned out thinking about how in less than a minute i altered his family’s whole life with just one simple tool. Hearing the screams and cries brought me back to when Mucho my brother died. KJ shot him right on our doorstep two bullet in his chest then he fled off. I witnessed my brother get murdered but i never told nobody. I told the police i ain’t seen nothing but all it’s crazy because 2 minutes before he went to open the door we was just playing on the game together then he was gone forever. Damn i miss my nigga but since i was a youngin i’ve always been told. “You live in Baton Rouge you either slang that iron or get yo head popped off.”