Gangsta

ignorance is a very contagious disease

To my pop's, I ain't salty with you no more. All I can do is learn from your mistakes and make sure I don't repeat them with my seeds.
To my unborn, your daddy made something out of nothing.

We slaughter each other in the streets, for what? What the fuck is it all about?"
Gutter answered his friends question with one word.
"Power."

But your grandfather wasn't just
fighting for the hell of it. He fought with a purpose. What's our purpose?

I have crossed an entire ocean, and at last I've found you

ox from his nigh

"Between your gold digging ass sister and all the powder he snort, they'll be broke soon. Shall I go on?" When she didn't answer he continued.
"If your sister supposed to be oh so in love, maybe you can answer me this? If she love her man soooooo much, why little Snoopy seen her hugged up with one of them fag ass brims on 112th street? Huh, tell me that?" Lou-loc felt himself about to go over board, but he figured why stop now? So he didn't. "Yo sister just salty because I didn't take the pussy when she offered it to me." Lou-loc walked over to the mirror and started combing his wild hair. He told himself, that he couldn't give in to Martina this time. He had to stick to his guns. But when he looked at her reflection in the mirror, his heart sank.
Her full sexy lips were drawn and pouted as she stood looking at her feet with her hands on her belly. When she looked at him, her big brown eyes were rimmed with tears. Martina was a pure hell raiser, but at times she appeared so innocent and fragile.

"You supposed to be my man, but you would let me go to my sister's wedding solo?"
Lou-loc's anger was rising, but he tried to keep it in check.
"Martina," he said through clenched teeth. "Them people don't even like me. Every time we go by there, her and her stank ass friends be talking about me.
"They think if they speak Spanish, I won't understand. That goes to show how stupid they are. I grew up in L.A., Spanish is a second language for us. Dumb ass heifers."
"What you mean my sister be tripping?" she shot back snaking her neck. "Don't even go there. Especially the way your sister came out here acting. That little yellow bitch acting like her shit don't stink."
Lou-loc had finally had enough. "Look, Martina, you know just as well as I do how that yo sister is, acting all high off the hog and shit. She be acting like she ain't even from the projects."
"Plus she always bragging on that punk ass nigga she hooked up with. Talking about he a high powered lawyer, and all the money he got. I'm surprised he got any at all.

After his shower, Lou-loc went into the bedroom and began dressing.He figured if he dressed and left quickly, he could avoid a confrontation with Martina. As if reading his mind, she appeared in the doorway.
"Daddy," she said in her sweetest voice. As soon as he heard her tone he knew what she was after...paper.
"You know daddy, my sister's wedding is next week?" No answer. "Well, are you still going with me?" Lou-loc continued tying his sneakers. "I can't call it," he said still not looking at her.
"What kind of answer is that? What you mean, you can't call it?"
"I mean what I said. I don't know."
"Lou-loc," she whined. "How you going to do me like that?
How will that look to my family?

opped combing his hair and walked to where she was standing. When their eyes met, a lone tear ran down her cheek.
She had him hooked.
She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. With one hand she was wiping the tears from her eyes. With the other hand she motioned for him to sit between her legs. And he did.
She began to gently finger comb his hair while he rested his cheek on her thigh. As Lou-loc smelled the fresh sent coming from her private place, he remembered all the good times they had when he first came out to New York. She was a pain in the ass, but he loved her.
"Why you always got to go there, Lou-loc? I know you don't like my family, but you don't always have to throw it up in my face like that? A bitch got feelings too, you know?
"I didn't even come back here to argue with you. I knew you'd feel funny about going around my peoples, so I just figured I'd start softening you up for it early. I'm sorry for wanting to be around you."
Lou-loc started to feel bad. He honestly thought she had come to hit him up for some bread. Guess he was wrong?
"My bad," he whispered. "Your moms and every body else is pretty cool"- when they weren't trying to get him in church- "but me and Mirasol just don't click." For a long moment they just sat in silence. Each lost in their own thoughts. Lou-loc got u