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THE DATE WAS August 17^th 2006 and the time was 11:45 pm. The night had a little chill to it because we were posted up in front of the lake. Me and my boy Splif were sitting back waiting for the right time to do what we needed to do. We were sitting in my brand new 2006 Lexus IS 250 with ground effects. I had a brand new MTX audio thunder super amp, 6000 watt max put into this baby. A nigga could hear me coming from three city blocks away. Believe that! I had plenty of whips, but this was my new pride and joy and I loved it. I had it sitting on some 22 inch Havoc XL D’Vince rims lipped up with some Pirellis. I stayed fly on the pavement because I was a fly trap star nigga straight from the projects. That’s how me and my nigga’s from the bricks got down.

The car had that soft leather to complement the smell of brand new car shit. Me and Splif sat back listening to that “Blood Money” shit by Mobb Depp sipping on some Pyrat Cask Rum. The shit cost two-fifty a bottle and was worth every penny of it. Splif passed the bottle to me and said, “Stomach Pain, what the fuck you want to do with this nigga?

“Oh! I told you about all the good shit on this car, but there is one thing wrong with it. I got a fucken body in the trunk.” I got a nigga with half his head gone just lying up in my shit.

“We going to wait till these honkies leave off this pier and we going to toss this nigga. He shouldn’t have played his hand fucked up.”

Splif said, “Yo, kid you don’t have to explain shit to me because I’m with you no matter what. We might have some problems if someone finds out we did this nigga, Mongo.”

Yeah, he was right and all, but the damage was done and it was time to clean up. It took about another 45 minutes for the pier to clear out, the time was now 12:30 am and we needed to hurry up and do this. I jumped out of the car and Splif got out after me. We both looked around to make sure no one was lurking in the cut. I popped the trunk and this nigga was all bent up in my shit from the rigor mortis setting in. The nigga looked like he was in some type of break dancing pose. Word!

We placed a plastic bag over his head so he wouldn’t be leaving blood in my trunk because I watched CSI just like everyone else did. I grabbed the nigga by his feet and Splif grabbed him by the other end. We rushed over to the railing and tossed the nigga straight in the lake. We didn’t care if Mongo sunk or floated, we just wanted the nigga gone. And I wanted to get it over with before someone saw something they weren’t supposed to see.

I jumped back in the car and started it waiting for Splif “Nigga, let’s go.” He jumped in the car and I took off hitting the quickest exit from the pier.

Jamel Watkins was born and raised in the hardcore projects of Cleveland, Ohio. He was being raised by his mother who played mother and father to him and his siblings. His old man played in the streets heavy and the same streets he played in took his life. His, father was into that take shit and ask questions later life-style. One night his mother heard a knock on the door and when she opened the door, she saw her man lying in the hallway with his brains blew out all over the steps. Since that night his mother had been taking care of all three of them.

Jamel had two siblings that stayed behind him all the time and it gave him the ability to be the new man in the house. He had a sister who was three years younger than him and her name was Precious. She was light skin like his mother with brown eyes and copper colored hair. His brother was much younger and was born with a condition that came from his mother’s drug use. He was a king of problem children who learned slower than the other kids. Jamel didn’t care because he was still his baby brother.

The projects were like a fucken world of its own. You had your do's and don’ts and if you didn’t follow, then the whole family paid for it. The bricks were like a big ass house with a big ass family with a lot of big ass rooms to go with it. Everyone knew each other and tried to look out for each other when possible, because it was hard for everyone who lived behind the red bricks.

Jamel always remembered when he and his friends were playing in front of the apartment and they saw this butt naked man running down the parking lot. Not only did he and his friends see it but everyone in eyesight watched all the shit unfold in broad daylight. Right after the man ran past, came this naked woman running right behind him like they were in some type of track meet. Then came this other lady fully clothed chasing the two with a big ass gun in her hand. She fired one shot in the air and everyone who was running came to a dead stop. She walked over to the lady and the man with no emotions in her eyes at all. Everyone in the projects just watched for the next move as if they were all watching a television show. “Bitch what did I tell you about being with my husband? I told you that I was going to fuck you up.” The naked man and woman were standing there scared to death both trying to hide their secrets.

The naked man stepped in and said, “Baby, let’s talk about this at home not in front of all these people.”

She looked at her man with nothing but hatred and hurt in her eyes and lifted the gun in his direction. He threw his hands up and turned his head as if that would stop the hot slug with his name on it from penetrating his skull. The lady with the gun and attitude said, “Fuck you, nigga. I’m tired of your shit and today this shit will come to an end.”

She swung around and pointed the gun at the naked girl, who turned away not wanting the muzzle flash to be the last thing she saw on earth. But out of nowhere the lady with the heavy pistol spun on the man and pulled the trigger. BOOM! One shot to the head dropped the naked man right where he stood. Blood shot all over the pavement with chunks of meat and pieces of his Afro. The naked woman screamed and tried to run, but she caught not one, but two shots in the back. The force of the bullets drove her straight into a tree, which she bounced off before landing on the soft earth.

She cried and tried to crawl away from the pain she was feeling but the angry woman walked up to her and pulled the trigger one more time. BOOM! The bullet hit the already wounded woman in the head, killing all body functions in her tiny frame. She was lying on her stomach looking in the direction of the crowd when all life escaped her body. You could hear the police sirens in the background getting louder with every second that passed.

The lady with the heavy pistol looked around at everyone while crying and stuck the gun in her mouth, pulling the trigger. A big red cloud appeared behind her head causing her to drop to the ground knees first, blowing her freshly done hairdo back.

Growing up in the “jects” you had to learn to survive and that’s exactly what Jamel did. I mean, you had some people who worked hard for a living, but you also had those who were broke as fuck and had to hustle out in the streets to make ends meet. His family was fucked up and he used to wonder, if there was a God, then why was his family suffering the way they were. I mean, they were crazy broke and it seemed like bad luck was a close family member of theirs. There were plenty of times they sat in the house with no lights for a couple of weeks just waiting for the daylight to show its pretty little head through the dirty windows.

He had been through all of that type of shit and he remembered one winter they had no electricity and the food in the refrigerator was going to spoil. So, his mother made them carry the food outside to stash the shit out in the snow. Yeah! That shit came to an end real quick, because the food started coming up short and sometimes even gone. His mother tried to take care of them the best she could but shit was hard and the company she kept around her was no better. All they wanted to do was smoke weed and drink 40 ounces of Bull till the early mornings. But the crazy thing about it was, didn’t no one else she hung with work. So, they didn’t give a fuck about partying all day and all night. Mom Dukes ended up losing her job and all shit went downhill. The food was getting shorter, while the days were getting longer. His sister had to grow up fast because she had to watch their brother while he went out to find shit for them to eat. Their mother would go to the after hour spot for hours and forget all about them. When she did come home, she’d pass the fuck out from getting high and drinking.

Jamel was 12 years old now and his nose was starting to smell other shit than the little shit he was out there in the streets doing to take care of him and his siblings. One day, he sat outside fixing a flat tire on his bike and saw this kid counting some money. Jamel was tired of going into the stores and sticking chicken and pork chops down his pants and then being chased out. He couldn’t even go to any stores around his hood now because the owners were waiting on his black ass

The kid with the money looked kind of nerdy but Jamel wasn’t in any position to be making any type of choices. He needed this come up and he was going to get it when the right time presented itself. The kid went on to deliver his papers and Jamel jumped on his bike to follow him. Once he got to a house that Jamel felt he could get him at, he jumped at the chance. When the paperboy came down the stairs of the house, Jamel rushed him off top and punched him right in the eye. The boy hit the ground hard and Jamel said, “Give me that money. And if you don’t, I’m gone beat your punk ass.”

The boy was crying and Jamel didn’t care because didn’t no one care about him and the shit he was going through. He just wanted to get the money to put food in his family's mouths.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Give that boy his money back.”

It was some big dude who lived in the house they were at and he was coming down the porch towards him and the boy on the ground. Jamel had the money in his hands and tried to jump on the bike but the man grabbed his coat from the back and wouldn’t let him go and was talking about calling home. Jamel didn’t care about that; it was when he said something about the cops. So, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the rusty twenty five he had found and punched the nigga right in the stomach. The older person grabbed his shit and stumbled back into the yard.

“What the fuck you do that for you little bastard?”

Jamel got back on his bike and hurried down the street, almost getting hit by a car crossing 40^th, but he kept his cool and made it back safe.

Jamel ran into his room, which was nothing but a fucken dump with shit all over it. Most of the shit wasn’t even his. He ran into the closet and counted his money in the dark. He had over eighty dollars and Jamel felt like he had about eight thousand in his hand. He came out into the living room where his mother was ironing some evening clothes and smoking on some of that good weed. He loved his mother with all his heart but she made some wrong moves in life and now they all were paying for it.

After their last Christmas of not getting anything, Jamel knew there was going to be some long sad years to come. To look at the sad faces on his sister and baby brother bothered him badly. Jamel knew he had to make a change and get it however he had to. Once he did make a way to generate some money, they would never live in poverty again.

“Boy, what were you doing in that room and what you got that smile for?” asked his mother.

Jamel said, “Ma! I wasn’t doing anything, can’t I have a smile on my face?”

His sister was at the table finishing her homework while his brother chased around the many flies that seemed to be the babysitter of the house at the time. Jamel said, “I’m about to go to the Compound and play with my friends over there, okay?”

His mother spun around with the joint hanging halfway out her mouth and said, “You make sure you’re not gone too long because I’m going out tonight and I want you to watch your sister and brother.”

He just walked out the door because he had things to do and had to find a way to make this little money work for him. Things one day would change for all of them and it would change best for him.

As me and Splif rode down the street I thought about what the fuck took place between us and Mongo. I couldn’t understand how Mongo went and raised the price up on us like he just met us. We’ve been dealing with him and his family for over four years and I brought his punk ass crazy cream. I was getting like twenty five to thirty bricks from him supplying my projects and other areas in the city. He had the game screwed up and he needed to be put in check.

“Stomach Pain, I got to raise the price up on you. Things are going kind of slow right now and I got to jump the prices.”

I stood there for a second thinking he was trying to play some type of game with me. “Ha Ha. Okay! Now, what did you call me all the way over here for?”

He said the same thing again and was dead serious this time. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and what he was trying to run on me.

We met the nigga at some house over on West 117^th because we never met up at the same place twice in a row. When me and Splif got in the house this nigga Mongo was sitting on the couch with three bad Dominican bitches who were ready to do anything for him the one who answered the door and let us in was fine as hell. When she walked us into the living room, she went and sat on the edge of the couch. There had to be about 150 grams of coke on the table, which I knew was nose candy to get their party started.

I said, “What the fuck you talking about you’re raising the price on me? Nigga, I aint buying no little shit from you, I’m buying big shit.”

Mongo sat there just smiling at me with a neck full of gold chains like shit was funny. He said, “Stomach, watch your mouth and the way you talk in front of these ladies.”

Oh! Hell naw this pretty boy ass nigga’s trippen and he’s really trying to see how my shit spit. Splif stepped in and said, “What you want, man?”

Mongo was looking up at the ceiling trying to figure out a price and said, “I want twenty a brick and if shit gets tighter, it’ll be twenty-two a brick,”

I was mad as hell and Splif said, “Let me holla at my boy real quick and see what we come up with.” Mongo said, “Cool. But don’t take too long because I got shit to do.”

While saying that, Mongo had his hand up one of the girl's skirt letting his fingers do the walking, playing us like we were cold suckers. Me and Splif went in the hallway and I knew what I wanted to do before we even made it in there.

“Splif, let’s just lift this ho ass nigga off that couch and show this nigga he aint running shit but his mouth.”

I was hyped as hell and Splif had his finger up to his lips telling me to quiet up a bit. He said, “Yeah! I feel you, but what about our, connect and these nigga’s we supplying?”

I simmered down a bit and said, “Man, we got the money to bust other moves plus I got some other nigga’s who want our business. Splif, I ain't on it. I’m about to serve this nigga.”

Splif said nothing because he knew what type of cat I was. I worked too hard for mines and wasn’t no nigga going to play me out like no damn fiend.

We walked back into the living room where this ho ass nigga was at with these fine Island ho’s. I had the double action Ruger Super Red Hawk 454 Casull caliber against my spine and was ready to use it on Mongo.

“So, did y’all come up with something or do I have to take my business somewhere else?”

I looked at this nigga who was still up the girl's dress trying to still play us like suckers and I just piped on his bitch ass. Mongo froze up when he saw the pistol pointed in his direction and tried to act civil about the situation. “Hey! Hey! Hold up, Stomach, What’s this all about? I thought we were better than this,” as he started sliding his hands from under the girls dress, trying not to reveal the gun I already seen.

I never gave him the chance to do what his mind was trying to tell him and I fired the baby cannon. BOOM! The slug from my gun took the whole top of his pretty head straight off. The force from the bullet snapped his neck to the back pushing blood and brain matter on the wall and onto the two women sitting up on him.

The pretty girl that was leaning on the edge of the couch jumped up running towards us speaking in Spanish with a razor in her hand. Without hesitation, Splif pulled out the 9mm catching the pretty thing in the jaw, causing her to spin and hit the wall. She grabbed her face and blood was pouring out like a broken faucet but she still tried to rush. The final shot lifted her off her pretty feet, killing her before her body crashed to the soft white carpet.

One of the bitches on the couch tried to reach for the 357, which got her boy twisted and she found herself in the same position. Once she reached for the gun, I shot her in the elbow snapping it into two, causing her to realize shit was real up in this bitch. Before she was able to scream, another bullet caught her in the throat knocking her voice box and neck muscles up on the curtains. The last girl just sat there around her dead friends in silence not knowing what the next move was going to be. So, she took it upon herself to reach down and grab the razor on the floor. She looked up and said something in Spanish to us before taking the razor across her own throat.