Sunday, February 1, 2009

POPPED MY CHERRY WITH A BACK HAND

      All eyes are on you, as you stand there in a human made ring with your hands moving in the direction of those gangtas who you have watched previous. Your pulse rate quickens,a knot builds in your throat and your thoughts race as you feverishly contemplate the timing of this thugster (young gangster) before you. Yea you've seen it all before, You've practiced the movements;But this is real time homie, you've been called out kid. He done called you out for mash'n his fresh white on white pumas. You better get ready cause here it comes. He moves in, almost as if in slow motion, your heart is pounding so hard that you think that the whole crowd can hear its beat. here he comes; Hands moving like a blender, no foolishness,no skull and cross bones, no blackman risin, no uptown, this be real homie, full on elmira. You think to yourself,"Am I ready? Did i do the right thing by gettin in this square circle? Then it hits you... This most pristine calm: He swings, you weave, you turn on a fourty five degree angle, he can't see that you have dropped to one knee and then.....POW,a crisp, well placed, well timed, back hand. He is stunned. No, he is amazed. He now wants no parts of you. the crowd loves it. You are now on your way to becoming a hood legend.

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