MR. Perfect Ch. 6
I was living in an upscale town home that I used to sell my dope out of. I only dealt with niggas that I trusted, but even them niggas was subject to be an informant for the feds at any given moment. I had a clothing store but I was so in love with money and the act of making money, that I would sell shoes, clothes, and even bootleg movies out of my trap. I sold those same items out of my mini van and niggas that didn’t know me thought I was just a petty hustler trying to make some gas money. But niggas that did know me asked me why I was in my Mercedes. My reply was always, “Nigga this van paid for the Mercedes!!!” It was about 7a.m. on a warm Florida morning. I was up early and had just dropped my lady off at work. I came back home and laid down on the couch to watch CNN Headline news. That is my favorite channel. It keeps me updated on what’s going on in the world around me. I was almost asleep again when I was startled by a loud knock on the door. First thing I thought was that it was the Police. I immediately jumped up to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then I heard it again, “boom, boom ,boom, boom, boom”, …..I turned the television off and ran and looked through the peephole. I was instantly releived to see it was my old friend Tiger. We grew up together in the projects. I unlocked and opened the door real quick. “What up bruh? Man.. Why the hell you knocking like the police? You scared me to death!!!” He turned around and looked at me with tears in his eyes. Then he just grabbed me around my neck and started sobbing real loud.
Now Tiger was one of them super quiet niggas who didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and always stayed out of trouble. He had a good job working as a janitor for the school board. The only thing he did was gambled and took care of his wife and kids. And he had a lot of kids. All from the same woman. He was one of the few good niggas I knew. They had two apartments and he used one to play poker with his homeboys and also he stayed over there anytime they weren’t getting along. Now here he was, a nigga who never showed any emotions what so ever, crying on my shoulders. At first I thought he was joking. I asked him what was wrong but he was crying so I hard that he couldn’t talk. So I pushed him off of me and said, ”bruh why you up hear playing so early in the morning” ? He started talking and looked at me with snot coming out of his nose. “E, I just came by to show you some love bro because you’re never going to see me again”. I was totally confused and caught off guard. So I asked what he was talking about. He said, “E, last night….I killed her. I killed my wife… I walked in and she had another nigga in my bed and I lost it. I tried to kill him first but he got away after I stabbed him. Then she ran out after him so I jumped in my donk and tried to leave. But as I was leaving out of the complex, I see her trying to console the nigga that I had just stabbed. Before I knew it I hit the gas and just…just….I just ran her over with my car bro. I didn’t mean to do it I swear bro, I swear I just tried to scare her but she fell as she tried to run and I ran her over in the middle of the street..” He started walking to his car saying all she had to do was tell him she wanted to be with someone else.. I ran to the car and asked him what he needed me to do. He said, “ dog just pray for me my nigga, just pray for my family and my kids. I said, “ my nigga just do not turn yourself in without your lawyer with you because you know how these crackers is in Gainesville”. He pulled off slowly crying and wiping away tears. I walked back in the house and thought about those kids. Damn… they’re going to have to grow up without both parents. A few hours went by and I turned to the local news. And the first person I see was him. My nigga Tiger… They said he ran her over then backed up over her again and got out of the car cursing over her disfigured and lifeless body. Then, come to find out, I was also friends with the nigga he stabbed. They said on the news that the 10 inch blade went 8 inches into his hip area. I sat there staring at the television. I got on my knees and started praying for his wife. No matter what, Lord knows she didn’t deserve that. No matter what…. I prayed for Tiger. I prayed for those kids.. Damn… What about those kids? Lord please watch over those kids… Needless to say, they gave Tiger turned himself in the same day. They gave Tiger a life sentence. His wife was a good woman and Tiger was a good man. Both in their mid twenties. Love is a very powerful emotion. It can create life, and it can just as easily take life away… Jesus please watch over those kids, and please bless them heavenly father…. Amen
I don’t know why he came to my house after he killed her. I didn’t have many friends at all that I was close to, but he was one of those guys who always did what he said he would do. I really looked up to him for that but I couldn’t understand why he snapped. The effect I had on people was beyond my understanding. I never realized how powerful my words were or my friendship for that matter. I felt that God had blessed me with a gift but I was using it in the wrong way. I used it to get people to put in work for me by committing crimes and selling dope. I had niggas that would kill for me with just a phone call. I had women that would play number 2 knowing that we would never be together. I had a heart of stone and I was cold as ice when it came to this world. But on the inside, I knew that only the grace and mercy of Jesus was keeping me alive and out of prison. My aunt Angela raised me in the church and I knew right from wrong. However, I didn’t have the slightest idea on how to make the changes I needed to make. I felt that I had to be perfect in order to be able to live a normal life. And even the idea of being perfect was impossible in my mind unless it was from the dope money. I didn’t have a road map on how to be a good father, a good husband, or a good man in general. My soul was in a constant battle with my flesh. The love and kindness that Christ gave to the world was inside of me, but the struggles of life combined with my greed for a dollar bill kept it trapped in a prison within my heart. I remember kneeling in front of a picture of Jesus that I had bought for my mother for Mothers Day, praying and crying my eyes out. Begging for him to bless my heart with a new since of purpose. All I knew was crime and by the time I was 21, I was a seasoned criminal. I had 10 felony convictions and all the dirt was beginning to catch up to me. It wasn’t long until I landed a myself a lengthy prison sentence.
I was living in an upscale town home that I used to sell my dope out of. I only dealt with niggas that I trusted, but even them niggas was subject to be an informant for the feds at any given moment. I had a clothing store but I was so in love with money and the act of making money, that I would sell shoes, clothes, and even bootleg movies out of my trap. I sold those same items out of my mini van and niggas that didn’t know me thought I was just a petty hustler trying to make some gas money. But niggas that did know me asked me why I was in my Mercedes. My reply was always, “Nigga this van paid for the Mercedes!!!” It was about 7a.m. on a warm Florida morning. I was up early and had just dropped my lady off at work. I came back home and laid down on the couch to watch CNN Headline news. That is my favorite channel. It keeps me updated on what’s going on in the world around me. I was almost asleep again when I was startled by a loud knock on the door. First thing I thought was that it was the Police. I immediately jumped up to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then I heard it again, “boom, boom ,boom, boom, boom”, …..I turned the television off and ran and looked through the peephole. I was instantly releived to see it was my old friend Tiger. We grew up together in the projects. I unlocked and opened the door real quick. “What up bruh? Man.. Why the hell you knocking like the police? You scared me to death!!!” He turned around and looked at me with tears in his eyes. Then he just grabbed me around my neck and started sobbing real loud.
Now Tiger was one of them super quiet niggas who didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and always stayed out of trouble. He had a good job working as a janitor for the school board. The only thing he did was gambled and took care of his wife and kids. And he had a lot of kids. All from the same woman. He was one of the few good niggas I knew. They had two apartments and he used one to play poker with his homeboys and also he stayed over there anytime they weren’t getting along. Now here he was, a nigga who never showed any emotions what so ever, crying on my shoulders. At first I thought he was joking. I asked him what was wrong but he was crying so I hard that he couldn’t talk. So I pushed him off of me and said, ”bruh why you up hear playing so early in the morning” ? He started talking and looked at me with snot coming out of his nose. “E, I just came by to show you some love bro because you’re never going to see me again”. I was totally confused and caught off guard. So I asked what he was talking about. He said, “E, last night….I killed her. I killed my wife… I walked in and she had another nigga in my bed and I lost it. I tried to kill him first but he got away after I stabbed him. Then she ran out after him so I jumped in my donk and tried to leave. But as I was leaving out of the complex, I see her trying to console the nigga that I had just stabbed. Before I knew it I hit the gas and just…just….I just ran her over with my car bro. I didn’t mean to do it I swear bro, I swear I just tried to scare her but she fell as she tried to run and I ran her over in the middle of the street..” He started walking to his car saying all she had to do was tell him she wanted to be with someone else.. I ran to the car and asked him what he needed me to do. He said, “ dog just pray for me my nigga, just pray for my family and my kids. I said, “ my nigga just do not turn yourself in without your lawyer with you because you know how these crackers is in Gainesville”. He pulled off slowly crying and wiping away tears. I walked back in the house and thought about those kids. Damn… they’re going to have to grow up without both parents. A few hours went by and I turned to the local news. And the first person I see was him. My nigga Tiger… They said he ran her over then backed up over her again and got out of the car cursing over her disfigured and lifeless body. Then, come to find out, I was also friends with the nigga he stabbed. They said on the news that the 10 inch blade went 8 inches into his hip area. I sat there staring at the television. I got on my knees and started praying for his wife. No matter what, Lord knows she didn’t deserve that. No matter what…. I prayed for Tiger. I prayed for those kids.. Damn… What about those kids? Lord please watch over those kids… Needless to say, they gave Tiger turned himself in the same day. They gave Tiger a life sentence. His wife was a good woman and Tiger was a good man. Both in their mid twenties. Love is a very powerful emotion. It can create life, and it can just as easily take life away… Jesus please watch over those kids, and please bless them heavenly father…. Amen
I don’t know why he came to my house after he killed her. I didn’t have many friends at all that I was close to, but he was one of those guys who always did what he said he would do. I really looked up to him for that but I couldn’t understand why he snapped. The effect I had on people was beyond my understanding. I never realized how powerful my words were or my friendship for that matter. I felt that God had blessed me with a gift but I was using it in the wrong way. I used it to get people to put in work for me by committing crimes and selling dope. I had niggas that would kill for me with just a phone call. I had women that would play number 2 knowing that we would never be together. I had a heart of stone and I was cold as ice when it came to this world. But on the inside, I knew that only the grace and mercy of Jesus was keeping me alive and out of prison. My aunt Angela raised me in the church and I knew right from wrong. However, I didn’t have the slightest idea on how to make the changes I needed to make. I felt that I had to be perfect in order to be able to live a normal life. And even the idea of being perfect was impossible in my mind unless it was from the dope money. I didn’t have a road map on how to be a good father, a good husband, or a good man in general. My soul was in a constant battle with my flesh. The love and kindness that Christ gave to the world was inside of me, but the struggles of life combined with my greed for a dollar bill kept it trapped in a prison within my heart. I remember kneeling in front of a picture of Jesus that I had bought for my mother for Mothers Day, praying and crying my eyes out. Begging for him to bless my heart with a new since of purpose. All I knew was crime and by the time I was 21, I was a seasoned criminal. I had 10 felony convictions and all the dirt was beginning to catch up to me. It wasn’t long until I landed a myself a lengthy prison sentence.
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