if you see them in the street and they say that they are with me that is my family and they know of me. if you see them in the street and they say that they are against me that is my family yet they know not of me.
Be live and believe in the fathers who be leavin’, the mothers who be raisin’, the sons be misbehavin’ with the daughters who be chasin’-paper-dolls.
“I can’t do this.” It was throbbing in his mind as he sat silent in the backseat. His sweaty forehead rested on the window, squeaking against it. He kept his gaze fastened to the yellow center line as the car pierced through the darkness.
He knew that he could not follow through with the plan. The cold steel weapon felt heavy and foreign in his soft hands. It rested, concealed in his jeans, pressed firmly against his pelvis. The men that he rolled with were baby gangsters. They had nothing. It was the thirst for fortune that possessed them. That was the reason they had no resignation, and no hesitation to up the anty.
Robert knew that he couldn’t do it. He felt that once they crossed that line there was no coming back. He sat paralyzed as the whip propelled him closer and closer towards the edge.
