Special Delivery
By TyWill
BANG
BANG
“yo he’s hit”
“What the fuck, naw not my dawg”
“Stay with me Quan, Stay with me”
“Fuck, how didn’t you see that nigga coming.”
“The Nigga snuck up behind mall and dropped him.”
Ten feet away laid one dead, two wounded and one critical.
Dispatch: “911, what’s your emergency “
“I just shot multiple people on the corner of Craft and Kelly.”
Click . . . .
So before we get into how I got to this point, let me take you back.
“Naquan, ”
“Naquan, ”
“Naquan Bell, get your ass up and out my damn house. I told you to stop selling drugs out of my house.”
Waking up confused, I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I was 28 sleeping on my ex’s couch. When we broke up, I lost everything and started drinking and smoking, boy was it bad. She took my name off the lease and paid for the apartment and car by herself. I thought she would hold me down, but no, I got kicked to the curb like I didn’t pay all the bills while she was unemployed.