A Drug Baron's Woman

I was lowly when I came here; dirty too, prolly covered with fleas, my voyage to America reminds one of Scarface arriving from overseas. I felt that my end was near, no skill, no family, future was not clear. No social security card, couldn't get the green one either, if I did they'd get my info, look @ my record & see what I did to that guy with a meat cleaver. Shit! Life's not fair, fuck it I don't care, but I'm so tired of singing the same painful song like I'm Fred Astaire. But where, could a guy like me this low in society, find the kind of work that's right for me. I see hoe's on the corner, but I'm not pretty enough to get em, I see a preacher on the other corner but I don't have patience to listen. Reminds me of my life, the tightrope of wrong & right, but on this night, wrong will do more than suffice. I look for a sucker who's slippin on surveying his surroundings, I find a drunken wealthy man, he's stumbling down the streets wildin'. I ask for some change @ first & he curses me vehemently, then I take him the alley & beat him till he can't see.

I use the loot collected to buy some dime bags, back on the corner to sell it to some fiends so one day soon I can get out of these rags. Weeks pass, money is comin somewhat regular, hoes see me & now they checkin for a brotha. I got no time to chase them that's a foolish pursuit, chase the money first I say then the hoes will chase you. It seems I am garnering a lot of attention, then I see a limo that triggers my comprehension. I understand that I've seen this vehicle before, last night, & twice last week for sure. I feel like they plottin to get me, so later that day I purchase a semi.

Who want it wit me now? Yea they can't get ya boy, funny I had no idea I was dealin with the real McCoy. Next night the limo is there again cruising down the street slow, drive by perhaps, so I keep my head low. The window rolls down & I expect the clap to be pronounced, instead all I see is a cloud of smoke pouring out. "You, come here…" I'm caught off guard, this scenario screams boss & this is the big dog in the yard. This person I don't know talks about makin me a part of his empire, he likes the way I hustle & under the pressure of talking to him he saw I didn't perspire. From moving bags, to moving weight, from moving boxes, to movin crates, money so long now, I have my choice of estate.

I got bearskin rugs now, I feel better than a cripple who dreams of scoring a touchdown. So now when I'm dirty I bathe with silver dollars, moisturize with jewels, & wipe my ass with 20's, damn this shit rules. I walk out after a nice long Jacuzzi sit, I head to my wine bar to choose which grandpa grapes I will sip. Merlot? No. White Zinfandel? Maybe. Too much thinkin' I just get the Hypnotiq before this contemplating makes me crazy. 72 inch looks good over the fireplace, kick back, relax & fast forward to the highlights of the Mayweather tape. Chillin for about an hour, then I fall asleep, so comfortable as the fireplace warms my feet. I was just about to be in the land of tranquility until my cell vibrates which indicates someone wants to deal with me.

"Who the hell is this?" Caller ID reveals that it's the boss…shit! He wants me to come over to discuss business & the like; he also has an "exclusive" tape of the Mayweather fight. Now I don't decline or say that I've already seen it, in this business being cordial is what often keeps you breathing. It also helps if you're accommodating but not being too nice, cuz before you know it you'll get caught slippin' & end up in the little room kept cold with dry ice. Midnight purple velvet jacket, black dress shirt with purple cufflinks, black slacks, purple socks, shoes finish it off, who can fuck with me?! One last look in the mirror further tells me I'm killin it, I roll out in the black Civic cuz if you show off you'll be the next one on a hungry dudes hit list. This is just a vivid depiction of the environment I live in, I'm glad to see another night, but if anyone tests me their family will have a eulogy speech for which they will need to be practicing.

I make it to the boss' estate; he gives me a hug & yanks me inside letting me know that when it comes to getting down to business he can hardly wait. He offers me scotch on the rocks, I prefer Bacardi & Sprite mixed with a cherry, but I take his offer cuz if not he'll tell me what I'm missing & tonight I want him to spare me. He asks me how are the returns looking since we calculate finances @ the middle of the year, I tell him it's a record amount of money & weight that we are moving up here. He laughs that hearty, but to me, that fake laugh, he sees the Bengals lost again & he breaks a slick glass. I ask, "How much was that glass worth?" He says, "Bought it for 3,000 by itself, but it got cloudy so it didn't match its worth." I smirk cuz this idiot didn't realize that ice makes a glass cloud, thought locked in my head, I shouldn't say it aloud. 30 min roll by we know Mayweather's toying with his opponent, nothing left to say, then I hear heels on the spiral staircase….

It's DeSiree…. Oh my God she's in a black tight evening dress, I put my drink down cuz if I held it in my lap soon I would have had a mess. You see there are women, & then there are bad women, she is so unexplainable that fuck your name she makes you forget you entire family's lineage. I can't trace that, but I would love to trace her body with my hands, I fight these thoughts cuz it's always @ the most inopportune moments that a man has to stand, & I don't want her to see the bulge in my pants. She says, "Hi Riley…" I say, "Hi Ms. Vance", in the back of my mind I want her to get naked in front of me & tease me with a dirty dance. I can't keep it on the down low cuz she's not interested, I could make a move but she would snitch on me with the quickness. I talk to her in my dreams when I say, "When you walk your titties bounce, & I like that jiggle, plus to see your face again a hardcore gangster like me would beg for an acquittal. If I was loving you, I'd make you feel that I am the best in it, what you don't believe me? Once I slide once, you'll feel the difference in how the rest did it."

I wake up hot, just like a sauna to a fat man, without you I'm losing like I was up against a full house with only an 8, 6, 2 3's & a Jack man… I must be nuts to wanna go after you, now that I think about it, I ain't got half a clue. I remember where I came from & where I am now, you are worth losing all of this for but I'm too materialistic right now. Maybe one day me & you could click, but then your husband would click too & I'd become non-existent… Mrs. DeSiree Vance, I gotta say goodbye, a baby doll you are but I'll just make you my pie in the sky…

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni