Knock Knock Whooz There?. Marvin Griffin

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      Equal took the joint out of justice's hand all the while thinking that's exactly what he needed and pulled on it rather gently. And seconds later, religion passed a dollar bill full of coke to the front.

      "Here, hit dis my nigga."

      Equal glanced back to see the bill and the coke. Then he twisted his body in a 45° angle towards the back seat and with his free hand received the coked bill. He took one last hit before he passed the joint to someone else. He didn't even know who he passed it to. He just held his hand in the air and someone grabbed it. Boom, Boom, Boom.

      "Everything straight with the old girl dawg," Justice asked, as he pulled off.

      "Yeah every thang straight dawg," Equal responded as he snorted the cocaine. "You know a lot of mutha fucka's out here just got a nigga pegged out wrong." Equal wiped the residue from his nose as Justice nosed the Bronco towards 12th avenue. Equal's mom lived directly on the opposite side of the bridge on 75th street and 12th avenue, well between 12th and 11th. On the other side of the bridge set Miami North Western high school. A little ways from there was their destination, 15th Ave!

      But first Justice decided to gas up. He was almost on "E" and the closest gas station was on 17th Ave and 79th street, still in close proximity to where they were headed.

      "I got to stop by the gas station first." Justice thought aloud.

      "Damn nigga yo shit on E again already?" Burden asked.

      "You knew this shit drank gas," Fame cracked a joke.

      "Fuck you nigga. You just got beef you ain't got nothing as raw as the Bronco." Justice fired back jokingly. He continued to drive up 12th until he reached the traffic light on 17th Ave. He wanted to make a right turn.

      When the intersection was clear he eased the front grill out into the thinning traffic and headed north towards 79th street. Amoco sat right on the corner on their right hand side. Moments later, the crew reached the station, pulled the bronco up to one of the gas pumps and commenced to do what they had to do.

      "My nigga you ain't gone cut the car off?" Glory asked. "You see the sign nigga — no smoking!"

      "Fuck dat shit I ain't cutting my shit off for nobody," Justice quipped.

      "Man dis nigga gone fuck around and get a nigga blown on up GP." Burden or laughed.

      "Y'all niggas wild," Fame said, as he slid out the fifth door. He made his way to the gas station to pay for the gas.

      "And you better drop a dub or betta in my shit." Justice spat as he exited the truck in route to do the pumping.

      "Fuck you nigga I'm putting one dollar in yo shit." Fame and Justice laughed. Five minutes later Famous reemerged out the gas station still talking trash.

      "Pump dat dollar nigga," he cracked, right before he entered the truck the same way he exited. He tried to slow his breath down causing him to labor to talk at the same time.

      "Hit...hit dat window up my nigga Equal." Equal leaned forward and pressed the button that controlled the fifth window, thinking.

      Five minutes later Justice entered the truck. All eyes were on him as he got set to drive away. But first Justice watched his gas needle as it rose almost to a full tank. "Nigga betta had to drop a dub in my shit." Justice thought as he looked in his rearview mirror in search of Fame. He was lying down in the back out of sight. Instead Justice caught a glimpse of Equal as he gave up his effort to make eye contact with Fame. "But bet dat up fool." Justice mumbled under his breath.

      Justice couldn't help but noticed Equal had the same contorted look on his face earlier. He looked like something was bothering him. All he could think of was it had something to do with him and his mom. This time though he had to pry and he wasn't going anywhere until Equal told him something, what the hell was on his mind.

      As Equal gazed cautiously out the window staring at the streets, the cars traveling in rows, and people - life, Justice let the Bronco idle.

      "Equal what's up poppa? You ain't lookin' right. You got that look on your face like something's bothering you." Justice's rough voice invaded Equal's thought.

      "My nigga jus' need a little pussy dats all. My nigga fresh out what'cha thank." Burden soft cracked and they all laughed.

      "Naw dat ain't it," Equal said. He talked to the window never altering his gaze. "Ya' know its jus' one thing that bothers me 'bout this whole thing."

      "What?" Glory piped up.

      "Brick."

      "Whatta 'bout Brick?" Equal finally turned away from the window.

      "I just can't get the thought out my head."

      "Oh yeah, you talkin' shit 'bout-" Religion cut his his self off in midsentence. He didn't want to say what was on his mind out his mouth and have the word get back to Brick what he said about him. But he and Equal was on the same page.

      "Yeah that's exactly what um talking about. I told you Religion that's why I ain't really wanna get dude involved. But I knew he was the only one that could come up with that type of dope." Equal said. Then a long pause seiged the truck. The crew had an epic moment for a short while. Everybody already knew about Brick's so called shaddy past.

      "But that was a long time ago, my nigga ain't like that no 'moe." Glory said unevenly.

      "Brick thorough dawg." Glory chimed warily.

      "He better be," Equal said dreamily. Justice looked at Equal and smiled aimlessly. Equal wanted to rejoin in Justice's positivity but he couldn't.

      "Trust me homeboy every thang gone be straight. I mean, have that shit that was said about him was never proven..." Justice said.

      "And not only that, the shit they were saying came from the feds and you already know how they play. They a master at dropping propaganda." Fame added. "Let's just get dis money." Justice finally pulled out the gas station when he heard someone blow their horn at them to move.

      "I hope for our sake — you right." Equal mumbled under his breath.

      "I hope you right poppa." Equal thought to hisself. His thought belined off to a deep sigh.

      Boom. . Boom. . Boom. . Boom. .

      Equal felt the ride of the Bronco's rugged but smooth coursing. He heard the roar of the Mickey Thompson's deep threaded tires and how they honed in the distance like a thunder storm making its way to the perry land. The sun had even dropped down a few degrees being as though clouds had consumed its rays. "It was time," and the normal mission chit-chat developed through the Bronco's interior. Fame told the crew the best way to handle Duke.

      "I got dat pussy nigga. Let's just get there. I got him and Murph. This one or two is on me."

      "You gone handle both of 'em?" Glory questioned poetically. Fame nodded his head and chanted "yep!" He cracked his knuckles on his broad hands.

      "I gotta see dis." Equal said now smiling. He began to feel much better.

      Justice drove the bronco through the narrow allies as the crew scoped everything СКАЧАТЬ