Uh Oh

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After the men had left. the house remained grusomgly quiet. not until he scooted his way across the floor could anything be heard, and he strategically made his way to place himself back to back with one of the other lil g's. they didn't need much encouragement to quickly try at loosening the knots the bound the men's hands. one by one the others took to the hint, and quickly worked together to free them all from the ropes that held them captive. then they all stood over the body of their murdered resident O.G. some stood quiet as they shed their tears, and only when Antonio spoke up did it break the trance the the dead body had hel over the room.

" You all act like this is the first dead body u have seen, " Antonio half heartedly joked. "come on guys let's get this place cleaned up.

"Shouldn't we call the police" one of the lil g's spoke up.

All answered in unisome, " f**k the police". it was a saying that had been drilled in their heads, over and over by not only their family that stood in this very room, but also by the media and rapped about by their predecessors in their multi platinum lp's. They often yelled out the mantra together fiercely so that all within ears reach would easily be heard.

"what the f**k u think the police gonna do, other than sweep this whole thing under the rug and frame one of us to be the scapegoat. " the homeboy little bear stated.

"Ya, ain't no one calling the damn cops, and whoever said that owes one to the circle. nobody could be mistaken as to whose voice had just spoken.

They all looked to antonio's direction with their ears straining for direction. He was puppets protege and he was the rightful heir to the throne that was so viciously put up for grabs. it was exactly what puppet had been grooming him for. he would for sure be the voted in og residency.

Fuck he thought again" " what have I got myself into.

"Alright let's get this place cleaned up. take og out by where he always smoked under the branches and rather large weeping will tree. we will bury him there. its just as good of place as any. finish eating up this mess and meet me at place in 45 min." was the last orders he gave the lil g's.

he turned his heal and ascended the staircase on his way to his new master bedroom. as he crossed the threshold of what was his mentors dwelling, he only allowed a few tears because he was taught, men don't cry.

In all reality he knew exactly what he was getting into, he had been summoned and confided in, goomed to the t for this, he immediately assumed the position.

he called who he needed to, always hatinv to be the messenger, and quickly took out a pen and paper. he guessed he better damn well write something for their og, nobody probly else would.

he met with the others exactly 45 min later and stayed quiet while their chatter died away. again all looked to Antonio for guidance. with a soft barrotone he began to speak, all turned an ear to listen.

nobody knew puppet like I did. we were close, like brothers, blood could not of made us closer. he was good, he cared for u all. " stop crying and all the voices rang out quit acting b***h!!! the exact words mantra of their late og.

the house partied on throught the night and also the next. . they had to do it big for their dearly departed. business would wait till morning he thought he would try to forget today.