Raggedy

Awww why im always in some shit mark thought to himself shaking his head as he paced back and forth he often did that,the pacing, it was out of his control as long as he could remember he paced it was like his legs were working hard to keep his mind busy but this time was different no amount of pacing could ease his mind . He had to get it together get a plan maybe Shanna would be down she was always talking about leaving the hood anyway he thought looking at his big face watch he had gotten from puff puff pass the smoke shop on the corner  mark kept on pacing constantly whipping his head around to look behind him his dark eyes shifting left to right he stood out on the st for 2 hrs ...waiting.
    
         Warned.
 this ain't just gone go away you think that nigga became known as the Richmond reaper  by letting shit go? Marquise said .his voice so high pitch it was  funny.he is not the forgiving type he won't his shit and he don't give a damn about you yo family yo st credit none of that matters ...when you gone see that marquise yelled at his little cousin.p leading with him to return the drugs he had stolen.
 Yo yo  yo calm down quise
 mark said sitting back in the leather  he had just bought rubbing his palms together I'm not sweating that bitch ass nigga he  can come for me ...he said standing up pulling up the right side of his Gucci shirt revealing a chrome pistol.h e grinned allowing a few of his gold teeth to peak through his lips.i don't owe him shit he  better step back and respect it cuz I ain't hesitating to put em on a shirt.mark sat back down slammed down the pistol grabbed the half a blunt from his  ashtray and  took a black bag from the side of the chair.he looked at quise who still looked scared and laughed  look at you nigga this ol muthafucka got you actin like a bitch you ain't act like this with- quise cut him off ..he is not like any of them other cats we robbed he is the biggest dboy in the state most feared most respected and he is not to be fuckef wit.
Yea well I'm not either he said choking on the weed he passed it here hit this shit go head you need to with yo paranoid ass I'm not worried about shit. He fumbled with his pocket knife and wiped the blade clean, before sticking the tip into  the package and snorted a pile of coke he closed his eyes and sat up... like I said I don't give a fuck. And you shouldn't either it's bout time someone gave him a taste of his own medicine he always setting niggas up and fuckin over his own clique..shit he even fuckin his brother bitch..he don't know the meaning of loyalty, I think he s snitch how he sellin More dope than a little bit, but never go to jail ,heget arrested with 3  guns and a couple ounces and  never go to the slammer...heeeeeeeellllll naaaaaaaw something ain't right . Mark yelled and chuckled feeling better about the situation than before yeah I'm a nigga that's gone get mine any way I can.im not stopping till I'm in the ground.quise looked at his baby cousin with disappointment  knowing how real of a possibility that was,and left him alone.

 Shanna