Mr. Perfect Ch. 11
It didn’t take long for all the wrong I was doing to others to catch up to me.
Shortly after the birth of my first child, was my first attempt to leave the game. And it’s
strange how I got away with all the dirt I did, but when karma came, I was being accused
of all kinds of robberies and shootings that I had absolutely no idea of and had absolutely
nothing to do with. 2 days earlier, one of my plugs showed up to my house unannounced.
This nigga was one of the biggest cocaine suppliers in Gainesville. He had more many
and clout than any other nigga I knew. He was older and stayed very low key. He had a
few tricked out cars but rode around all the time in an old, rusted out pick up truck. He
never wore jewelry, he didn’t have any gold in his mouth, and always dressed in a regular
white T-shirt and blue jeans. He was a very soft spoken dude who worked the watermelon
fields in Williston every summer during watermelon season. He was a legend in the hood
but most people have never seen his face or even knew what he looked like for that
manner. But he was straight out the hood. Born and raised. I seen my first $10,000 off of
the weight he used to front me. I would buy 2.5 ounces and he would front me another 2.5
and let me owe him the rest. I was young but he seen the spirit of a hustler in me so he
took me under his wing. We did business together for years until that night he showed up
to my house. I had no idea why he was at my house. He knocked on the door real loud as
the rain came poring down outside. I thought it was either the police or somebody looking
for some coke. I glanced at my surveillance monitor and seen it was him. I opened the
door and to let him with a smile on my face but he wasn’t smiling at all. “What’s good
bruh”? I asked, not knowing what he wanted because I didn’t owe him any money to my
knowledge. He glared at me and asked, “E, where the hell is my car and my dope”? I had
the slightest idea of what he was talking about and I thought I may have misunderstood
what hw was saying. Before I could say anything 2 big niggas exited the car he was in and
walked towards us while we were standing in front of my door with it wide open. I said, “
Bruh what in the hell are you talking about? Nigga I….”. The two big muscle bound
niggas grabbed me and proceeded to try to drag me out of the house and into the car that
sat in my driveway while it was still running. There was another nigga in the drivers seat.
We began to fight as these gigantic niggas attempted to kidnap me. We struggled for
about 30 seconds but I kept breaking loose from their grips. I desperately trying to get
back into my house to grab the sawed off I had hidden behind my front door. But they
kept grabbing and pulling me and hitting me in the face and head with the butt of a big
chrome pistol. Blood was everywhere. My shirt was saturated and it made it even harder
for them to hold me. They beat me violently but my adrenaline was rushing and there was
no way I was getting into that car. They almost had me in the back seat at one point until I
kicked the door closed with my leg that was loose. My plug had his hand holding the door
open and I could hear his knuckles crack like dry peanut shells as the door slammed shut.
His hand was still in it. He yelled out so loud that my next door neighbor peeped out the
window to see what was going on. The 2 big niggas let me go and went to help they
homeboy get his hand out of the door. I was on the ground trying to catch my breath when
they got the door open. His hand flipped out and hung down like a wet sock. I jumped up
and dove back into my house and grabbed the sawed off shot gun from behind the door. I
cocked it and aimed for the windshield of the car. When the gun went off, it jumped in
my hands and the windshield of the car exploded. They all ran as the driver of the car
backed out full speed. He hit a ditch and the car got stuck so I ran out to give him the
business. Before I could reach him he jumped out of the car and ran in the same direction
as the niggas he was with. I cocked the gun again and let it go into the darkness because I
couldn’t see where any of them were. The engine of the car was still running so I turned
around and shot my last 2 shots into the car. As I walked back up to the front of my
house, I noticed a gas can that was on the porch. I took the gas left in it and poured it into
the front seat of the car. I had a lighter in my pocket so I lit a piece of paper that was on
the ground and tossed it into the car which was about 25 feet in front of my home but
across the street. I locked up my house and left after hiding all my dope and guns in a
whole in the wall. I took my 9mm with me cause nothing was going to stop me from this
murder I was about to commit. I was still bloody and blood was all over my house. My
neighbors called me all night trying to find out what happened and tell me that the police
were knocking on my door. I didn’t care. I was too mad to care about anything but killing
this nigga when I caught him. I made a few calls and found out that he had left one of his
cars running in front of his house and somebody had jumped in it and sped off. He had 5
kilos in the trunk. I was innocent. But this nigga want war and I’m about to bring it to his
doorstrep like he brought to mine. I went to pick up DD which was one of my workers
and I had him drive me around this nigga neighborhood. He knew that I knew where he
lived at and he also knew that I wasn’t gone go out like that. I rode by his house a few
times until I seen the lil raggedy truck he be in. I told DD to pull up behind him at the
stop light. “Bruh, pick me at the car wash in 10 minutes. I’m bout to kill this nigga”. I got
out of the and ran up to the driver side window. It was halfway down. I cocked my pistol
back and began to raise it into the window of the truck. Just as I was about to pull the
trigger, I seen it was his aunt. She was about 60 years old and had no idea of what was
about to happen. She seen the gun in my hand and pissed on herself. “Lord baby please
don’t shoot me”!!! She screeched. I said ma’am I am looking for your nephew. I am sorry
if I scared you but I need to see him right now. She said she hadn’t seen him all day. So I
apologized again and she drove off. I got back in the car with DD and started praying and
crying. I almost killed that old lady. “Man take me to the hospital so I can get some
stitches”. I can’t believe I almost killed that old lady…. Lord please help me.
A few weeks later my neighbor got robbed at gunpoint. He was moving huge amounts of
week from the neighborhood we lived in. Late one night some niggas from Jacksonville
kicked his door in and tied him up with his wife and 1 year old baby, side by side. They
poured lighter fluid on them while they were tied up, lit a match, and demanded the
money, weed, and the keys to his car that he had tricked out in his front yard. He gave it
up and they left. Rumors circulated through the hoods the next day saying that I set it up.
I had to fight this nigga for 15 minutes in front of my house. Our mothers were friends
and so were we. I had nothing to do with it but the karma from all the other dirt I was
doing had me paying the price. Shortly after that, the exact same thing happened to my
step brother, and we fell out for years. A wise king will never seek out war, but must
always be prepared for it. And I was prepared.
It didn’t take long for all the wrong I was doing to others to catch up to me.
Shortly after the birth of my first child, was my first attempt to leave the game. And it’s
strange how I got away with all the dirt I did, but when karma came, I was being accused
of all kinds of robberies and shootings that I had absolutely no idea of and had absolutely
nothing to do with. 2 days earlier, one of my plugs showed up to my house unannounced.
This nigga was one of the biggest cocaine suppliers in Gainesville. He had more many
and clout than any other nigga I knew. He was older and stayed very low key. He had a
few tricked out cars but rode around all the time in an old, rusted out pick up truck. He
never wore jewelry, he didn’t have any gold in his mouth, and always dressed in a regular
white T-shirt and blue jeans. He was a very soft spoken dude who worked the watermelon
fields in Williston every summer during watermelon season. He was a legend in the hood
but most people have never seen his face or even knew what he looked like for that
manner. But he was straight out the hood. Born and raised. I seen my first $10,000 off of
the weight he used to front me. I would buy 2.5 ounces and he would front me another 2.5
and let me owe him the rest. I was young but he seen the spirit of a hustler in me so he
took me under his wing. We did business together for years until that night he showed up
to my house. I had no idea why he was at my house. He knocked on the door real loud as
the rain came poring down outside. I thought it was either the police or somebody looking
for some coke. I glanced at my surveillance monitor and seen it was him. I opened the
door and to let him with a smile on my face but he wasn’t smiling at all. “What’s good
bruh”? I asked, not knowing what he wanted because I didn’t owe him any money to my
knowledge. He glared at me and asked, “E, where the hell is my car and my dope”? I had
the slightest idea of what he was talking about and I thought I may have misunderstood
what hw was saying. Before I could say anything 2 big niggas exited the car he was in and
walked towards us while we were standing in front of my door with it wide open. I said, “
Bruh what in the hell are you talking about? Nigga I….”. The two big muscle bound
niggas grabbed me and proceeded to try to drag me out of the house and into the car that
sat in my driveway while it was still running. There was another nigga in the drivers seat.
We began to fight as these gigantic niggas attempted to kidnap me. We struggled for
about 30 seconds but I kept breaking loose from their grips. I desperately trying to get
back into my house to grab the sawed off I had hidden behind my front door. But they
kept grabbing and pulling me and hitting me in the face and head with the butt of a big
chrome pistol. Blood was everywhere. My shirt was saturated and it made it even harder
for them to hold me. They beat me violently but my adrenaline was rushing and there was
no way I was getting into that car. They almost had me in the back seat at one point until I
kicked the door closed with my leg that was loose. My plug had his hand holding the door
open and I could hear his knuckles crack like dry peanut shells as the door slammed shut.
His hand was still in it. He yelled out so loud that my next door neighbor peeped out the
window to see what was going on. The 2 big niggas let me go and went to help they
homeboy get his hand out of the door. I was on the ground trying to catch my breath when
they got the door open. His hand flipped out and hung down like a wet sock. I jumped up
and dove back into my house and grabbed the sawed off shot gun from behind the door. I
cocked it and aimed for the windshield of the car. When the gun went off, it jumped in
my hands and the windshield of the car exploded. They all ran as the driver of the car
backed out full speed. He hit a ditch and the car got stuck so I ran out to give him the
business. Before I could reach him he jumped out of the car and ran in the same direction
as the niggas he was with. I cocked the gun again and let it go into the darkness because I
couldn’t see where any of them were. The engine of the car was still running so I turned
around and shot my last 2 shots into the car. As I walked back up to the front of my
house, I noticed a gas can that was on the porch. I took the gas left in it and poured it into
the front seat of the car. I had a lighter in my pocket so I lit a piece of paper that was on
the ground and tossed it into the car which was about 25 feet in front of my home but
across the street. I locked up my house and left after hiding all my dope and guns in a
whole in the wall. I took my 9mm with me cause nothing was going to stop me from this
murder I was about to commit. I was still bloody and blood was all over my house. My
neighbors called me all night trying to find out what happened and tell me that the police
were knocking on my door. I didn’t care. I was too mad to care about anything but killing
this nigga when I caught him. I made a few calls and found out that he had left one of his
cars running in front of his house and somebody had jumped in it and sped off. He had 5
kilos in the trunk. I was innocent. But this nigga want war and I’m about to bring it to his
doorstrep like he brought to mine. I went to pick up DD which was one of my workers
and I had him drive me around this nigga neighborhood. He knew that I knew where he
lived at and he also knew that I wasn’t gone go out like that. I rode by his house a few
times until I seen the lil raggedy truck he be in. I told DD to pull up behind him at the
stop light. “Bruh, pick me at the car wash in 10 minutes. I’m bout to kill this nigga”. I got
out of the and ran up to the driver side window. It was halfway down. I cocked my pistol
back and began to raise it into the window of the truck. Just as I was about to pull the
trigger, I seen it was his aunt. She was about 60 years old and had no idea of what was
about to happen. She seen the gun in my hand and pissed on herself. “Lord baby please
don’t shoot me”!!! She screeched. I said ma’am I am looking for your nephew. I am sorry
if I scared you but I need to see him right now. She said she hadn’t seen him all day. So I
apologized again and she drove off. I got back in the car with DD and started praying and
crying. I almost killed that old lady. “Man take me to the hospital so I can get some
stitches”. I can’t believe I almost killed that old lady…. Lord please help me.
A few weeks later my neighbor got robbed at gunpoint. He was moving huge amounts of
week from the neighborhood we lived in. Late one night some niggas from Jacksonville
kicked his door in and tied him up with his wife and 1 year old baby, side by side. They
poured lighter fluid on them while they were tied up, lit a match, and demanded the
money, weed, and the keys to his car that he had tricked out in his front yard. He gave it
up and they left. Rumors circulated through the hoods the next day saying that I set it up.
I had to fight this nigga for 15 minutes in front of my house. Our mothers were friends
and so were we. I had nothing to do with it but the karma from all the other dirt I was
doing had me paying the price. Shortly after that, the exact same thing happened to my
step brother, and we fell out for years. A wise king will never seek out war, but must
always be prepared for it. And I was prepared.
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