SOUL SEARCHING

[SOUL SEARCHING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS STORY...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5790312FD1597C58

b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi
Everyday the man would awake and make salat, after that he would go to his room and collect the things that he needed and leave the room.He was always careful not to make to much noise because his cellmate slept late every day.
He liked the morning because it was quiet and because he could watch the news before all the other inmates got up and began to make noise. There were not many muslim inmates and he did not like to fool with the christian inmates that much.
So many of them engaged in frivolous activity...gambling and talking bout dumb shit that he steered clear of them.
The guards pretty much left him alone because he kept the other muslim inmates in line and because he had filed so many lawsuits that he pretty much got what he wanted within reason. There were some guards who were mostly christian ministers and deacons who tried to make his life hard but he expected that.
Classic house nigger shit.
As he sat at the table and began to study the case that the state had against him he woud look up from time to time to check his surroundings. He had been having problems with the christians lately...the chaplain at the jail was putting negative propaganda into the population about muslims and it was causing problems.
When he was younger he had learned a lot about war and the strategies of war and he overstood the need to have allies in every camp and some of the christian inmates were not proud of what the chaplain was doing and would show him the pamplets that they received that said that muslims worshipped the sun...moon gods and satan.
In response to these lies he had started a muslim, christian dialouge and it seemed to be working in some aspects yet there were still christian inmates who were not swayed and would try to attack him so he had to be careful.
After awhile another muslim inmate came out of his room and they began to build together...you know... teach each other more knowledge, study.
He had been elected iman and he took this duty very seriously. These men would base their spirituality in the way that he taught them and he was careful to never let his personal feelings come into the way that he dropped islam on them.
His teaching of the deen.
As he and his akhi [brother] were studying he noticed a young brother sitting at a table with a bible. The brother had come in a few days ago and was always the first one in the room where they held church and he was always the last to leave.
After awhile he kind of forgot about the brother until he looked up and saw him walking towards him and he closed his quran and stood up to meet him...to face whatever this brother was about to say.
Nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
As the brother came closer he noticed that his eyes were red as if he had been crying and what happened next really shook him.
The brother began to cry and his sobs tore through his body as he asked if he could have a minute of the mans time.
He said yes and sat down as the brother began to speak through his tears and he started to tell his tale.
The young brother was a singer and he had been in the church all his life, yet he had always felt that there was something missing and he wanted to know more about islam.
As he began to talk the brother seemed to calm down and a couple of times he stopped the man to ask questions...to say that it felt as if things were beginning to click into place.
After they had talked for awhile more inmates began to come out of there rooms and a few of them went and got the brother who was the jailhouse preacher out of his room and stood in the corner talking.
After a moment of this the brother who was the preacher walked over to the table where the muslims were and they stood up to meet them. The peacher walked over and began to ask the young man what he was doing? why was he talking to these people?
The young brother told them that he was searching and the preacher told him that the only place that he needed to search was the bible...to ask god and god would show him.
The young brother said that he had done this his whole life and that he still felt incomplete and that he was just trying to learn.
The preacher told him that all he would gain from the muslims was hell and the brother told him that all he saw every day was christians who gambled and kept up mess all the time and that the muslims were always studying and stayed away from all the bullshit that was happening in the wing.
The preacher turned and walked away in anger.
The young brother then said that he wanted to be a muslim and the man told him that there were things that he had to do first.
He told the brother to keep coming to the table and that they would give him the keys. The brother continued to come by and learn and after about a week he was givin his kalima shahada.
The first time the he called the adhan every muslim in the ummat cried it was so beautiful.



ARABIC WORDS...
b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi  "In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful"
SALAT...PRAYER
ADHAN...CALL TO PRAYER
DEEN...FAITH
UMMAT...COMMUNITY
KALIMA SHAHADA...DECLARATION OF FAITH.

hamzah faruq

ELECTRONIC LOVE

[electronic love]
THE MUSIC. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK..
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0B9D5BCBDFFDB9A8

I am home on leave and one of my boys is sitting in my living room telling me about some girls he met.
I am half listening cause he is known to lie from time to time and I don't want to be sucked into one of his wild ass tales right now.
"Man I got one you would like bro. she has a big ol ass and all."
Okay now he has my full attention.
I say "man why you lyin and shit."
"Man I aint lyin"  he says as I pass him the blunt and he takes a toke and coughs.
After he is done coughing he passes it back to me and says "man let me use the damn phone?"
He dials and I say to myself "this nigga probably is calling a number he knows aint no damn good" and I sit back and use the pencil in my hand to put some finishing touches on the graffitti that I have been working on.
I look over and I see that he is still holding an imaginary ass conversation on the phone or so I think until I hear the laughter of a woman.
He starts to tell her about me and I sit foward cause I want him to get this shit right.
I hear him say "here he is right here" and he hands me the phone.
I take it from his hands with a little trepidation cause he is also known to like some skanky ass women too and I do not need that on my resume.
I place it to my ear and I say "Hello?"
There is a pause and I hear someone say hello back to me and we begin to talk.
I mean its kind of weird because I have never seen her but we talk for hours and I do not even really notice when he leaves...when my family comes home.
She tells me that she is 17 and that her birthday is next week and that she is throwing a party at the Sheraton and asks me if I would like to come. I say yes and we talk a little while longer before we hang up and  go to help my mom in the kitchen. I have always liked to cook and my mom likes my food as well as I like hers.
We talk every night and we begin to grow close over the phone and every night I wonder what she looks like as I am sure she wonders what I look like as well.
Her party is going to be on New Years Eve and I buy a brand new outfit in anticipation.
Every day I hang out with my boys and smoke and drink. Idont know it yet but this will be my last time seeing a couple of them as they become casualties of the streets.
And I am in the army...wow what a juxtaposition!
The night of her party I call a cab and I arrive at the Sheraton thinking of an escape if she is ugly or whatever.Hey what can I say?
I catch the elevator to the floor she is on and as the doors slide open I hear music and see people standing around. I walk through the crowd and enter the suite where they are throwing the party. No one notices me so I just kind of stand around until a beautiful girl pushes a drink in my hand and dissapears ack into the crowd.
I take a sip of the drink and smile.
It is just like i like it strong and firm and I lean back against the wall and start listening to voices trying to pick her out.
A group of girls enter the room and I hear her but I cant see her as well as I want to because they surround her.
I move closer and it seems as if they all move at the same time and I see her.
Wow!
She is beautiful and yes indeed she does have a most magnificent ass.
Wow!
I move to her and whisper in her ear and she leans back into me.
"I knew that you would come."
"Would'nt miss it or you for the world." I say as she takes my hand and introduces me to the beautiful girl who handed me my drink.
Turns out this is her sister and the other girls are all classmates and friends.
We all stand around and talk for awhile before I make the acquaintance of her cousin and his frien and we discover that we share a common love of the bud and we dip out to burn a couple.
I return to the party after we finish and she says "I thought maybe you did'nt like me or something."
I assure her that is certainly not the case and she says to me "I want to go somewhere alone with you."
I take her hand and we walk out of the party and go to the next floor down where it is a little quieter and we start to make out in the hall.
What the hell it is New Years Eve.
I rub her ample breasts through her blouse and we kiss and become hotter and hotter.
I push her back and we look at each other for a minute before I take her hand and lead her to the service elevator room and I push her against the wall and thrust my hand into her pants and she moans so deeply that it makes my dick even harder.
I start to take her pants off and she tries to stop me...to say someone might catch us. I tell her thats what makes it better and we fall to the floor as I push her legs as far back as they will go and beat into her pussy as she throws her pussy back at me.
We fuck like this until we both cum and I kiss her deeply before I get up and hand her  one of the clean towels that lies folded on the maids stand.
She stands up and I ask her if she wants to see something. She says yes and we ride the elevator to the top floor of the Sheraton and look at the city as it lies beneath us and talk of our young futures.
I do not want to share her with anyone so when we leave the top floor I ask her if she would like to go for a walk with me and she says yes, so we walk out into the Florida winter night and even though all I wear is a long sleeved shirt and pants and  she wears a sweater and jeans we are warm.
I decide to take her in the direction that I grew up in and we walk, talk, hold hands as we look at the lights and admire the night and each other.
Every once in awhile we pause to kiss and I feel my nature rising again right before she says Iwish we had somewhere to go.
I look around as we walk and I notice a house that is empty. We are in a historic district so the house around us have ample yards and  plenty of foliage and I take her hand and we move up the walk of the empty house and I tell her to sit on the front poarch as I check the windows and doors and they all are locked.
Yet I grew up in the ghetto and one of the things that I was good at was getting in locked doors and windows.
I plead the fifth.
I get in and make my way to the front door and let her in and we sit on the floor and talk for awhile before I strip her naked and do something that I have been wanting to do since I saw that big ol booty earlier.
I turn her around and guide my dick into her doggystyle and she pushes back against me as I fuck her and spank her ass.
She comes so fast that it surprises me but I am not finished yet and I fuck her until she begs me to cum in her...to fill her up and I do.
We talk and fuck for the rest of the night and when I take her back to the room everyone is already asleep.
We kiss and I promise to call her tat night and when I do we talk until the next morning.
We see each other a few more times before I leave and when I am home I always make sure to call her and our relationship continues for many years.
She always will be my first electronic lover.

THE LAW OF THE LAND

[LAW OF THE LAND]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LESSON IN NIGGAOLOGY 101...YO ASS BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/1Dc-v0BeLhE

Where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change...a whole lotta body work, some fresh paint.
All tricked out and clean and sittin on chrome like a donk at a southern car show, as meanwhile women in little bitty clothes stand around showing it off.
Yet I see through the glitz and glamor, the futile attempts to cover up, the bullshit as it is spread.
See I got more power than an electric chair in a little bitty concrete room as the guard prepares to throw the switch, lyrics that will lace you up with more rounds than a bitch ass snitch
I am the seed of free men and former slaves, sharecroppers and service men, bones and dust are the testaments to their lives.
Marble and stone ranks in a cemetary where tears fall to hot hard ground as a boy became a man, trying to put it all in place.
Milk from breasts and bottles that nourishes a babies soft body as a man tries to figure out how to make it work out as life beats down.
A nigga has been told that he aint shit by the system, told that he aint shit by the queens that he is supposed to protect, so hard to rise when you just a nigga that aint shit.
Soundbites in an urban nightmare where the enemy is you, everytime you turn on the evening news, they spittin the new nigga blues.
In this the land of free, home of the brave, where the words African American still seperate and stigmatize a whole race.
Cause where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change.

INDEPENDENCE DAY. [FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST.] A SHORT STORY

INDEPENDENCE DAY. [FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST.] A SHORT STORY

THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS STORY...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL028611AF6DD8F7EC



This picture has inspired about 4 writes from me. This is the latest...



I hear my wife cry out as I sit on the porch looking into the night sky. The stars that flicker, the full moon that shines so bright.
I hear the bedsprings as they creak and moan. The voices as they whisper. I stand to go inside and then I remember that I cant.
I look at the houses that line the road and I see Tom as he pulls aside the flimsy rags that serve as the curtains of his house, he looks my way and I sit down and try to become one with the shadows...the night.
I wonder why things got to be this way? Why I gotta sit out here on this cold porch wrapped in sadness and all alone? Why do things have to be so unfair?
I was new to this place when I first met Ruth, she was without a doubt the prettiest woman that I had ever seen, all brown and beautiful and dressed in a calico dress. I was coming in from work and covered in dust and wearing a pair of torn pants and nothing else. My feet were bare and I stopped dead in my tracks as she passed me by and walked up to a house on the dirt road and went up the stairs and inside.
I stood there barechested and dirty as more women came down the road and went into the same house.
I saw a man as he came around the side of the house with his head bowed and he sat on the steps of the house and placed his face in his hands and I saw his shoulders shaking as he cried.
I wondered what could be happening inside the house that would make him so sad. I did'nt go anywhere near him, I simply found a tree and and sat against it. More men came and they sat on the steps with him. Some of them lit their pipes and stood around and talked, tried to console him.
After about an hour I heard a lot of noise coming from inside the house and I heard the sharp cries of a baby.
One of the women came out of the house and took the mans hand and led him inside. There was a great cry and I saw the other men rush in and they brought the man out kicking and screaming as Ruth walked out and watched them take him away.
Over the next few days I learned that the man that I saw crying at that house was married to the woman inside and that the white man who owned the plantation was having sex with his wife. The baby that had been born that night was the white mans child and that the boy looked just like him.The white man.
I also started to pay a whole lot of attention to Ruth and learned that she worked in the big plantation house as a maid to his wife. Ruth went to church at the plantation church on sundays and she sang in the choir.
I made it my business to go to church every sunday after that and pretty soon Ruth was paying attention to me. We were married a year later and needless to say I love her with all my heart.
Today I found out that the man who owns this plantation and in a way our lives had told my wife that he was coming to our house tonight and that I should find somewhere to be until he came and left. I thought about it all day before I finally realised that there was nothing that I could really do.
This thing had been happening so long...would continue to happen.
I would have prayed but I would be praying to his god... a white god.
What could he do for me?
Even the black preacher told us that we were cursed. Meant to serve the white people.
I look into the expanse of sky, the stars above my head and reach out for strength and I see one of them glow for a minute so bright that I think I must be seeing things.
I hear things moving around inside and I know that they are finished.
I stand and the door opens and there he is. He looks at me as if I am nothing and starts to place his hat on his head.
I reach into my pants and I pull the knife out and plunge it into the softness of his stomach and push it up into his heart. I have butchered plenty of animals before.
He screams out in pain and falls to the floor and I see lights as doors are opened and people pour out of their houses to see what is happening.
One of them is the so called police of the negroes and he and two more black men grab me and throw me to the ground and hold me down.
I do not struggle.
What will be, will be.
Ruth runs out of the house and looks at the body of the dead white man and at me as I lie on the ground with them holding me down and she she falls to the ground beside me and takes my hand in hers and asks me to forgive her over and over with tears in her eyes.
I want to tell her that I do not hate her, That I will love her till I die and even after that.
I hear the big plantation house come alive and it is not long before I see the white mans brother and his teenaged son appear and look at the body of their brother and father. He turns around and the rage that is on his face is so strong that it can be felt and I feel the black men kind of let go of me a little bit in their fear. He tells the black men to stand me up and they do.
He pulls a revolver from his waistband and shoots me in the knee right before he hits me with the hot pistol in my face and shatters my nose.
"What the fuck is wrong with you nigger!!!" He screams as he continues to beat me with the gun and some of my teeth shatter.
As I spit them out I hear him ask for a chopping knife and one of the slave runs to the side of the house and grabs a machete from the hook on the porch where it is located hanging by a leather strap.
I hear as he give orders to a black man to go and get a horse and hook it to a wagon and he hightails it to the barn as the white mans wife comes down the road and falls next to his body on the ground and she began to wail.
The machete is handed to the white mans brother and he calls the teenaged boy and hands him the machete and tells him to chop off the hand that killed his father.
The boy stands there and looks and for an instant I start to think that he may not have the heart to do this thing as the uncle and two black men hold me down.
It is then that I see the white boys face change and I know that he will. He chops swiftly and my right hand is gone.
It is the wrong hand.
I scream and Ruth screams with me...In me.
The black men are told to put me on the back of the wagon that arrives and a  rope is produced and placed around my neck.
I am stood up and I see the young black child that was born on the day that I first saw Ruth,his hair grows in a sort of blond halo around his head. I also see Ruth crying and being supported by some of the black women and then I see something that is totally out of place. I see the blackest man that I have ever seen. He is so strong that I can feel the power that he emanates and it calms me and gives me strength. He is wearing the skin of a golden animal and its head rests on his shoulder, it has large teeth and it and the man seem to glow.
The rope is thrown over the limb of a tree and I hear someone yell at the horses as the black man reaches out his hands towards me and I hear his voice in a language that I have never heard but I seem to understand as he says "you are free." As the rope breaks my kneck and my spirit leaves my body.

HMZAH FARUQ

DAMN WATERMELONS

DAMN WATERMELONS. A TRUE STORY

 THE MUSIC. SOME OF THAT 70S FUNK...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLC7641484D627650D





I get out of the car and the heat of the day seems to ripple in front of my eyes. My mother and father and my sisters climb out as well and we watch as my aunt and uncle and their children come down the stairs into the yard. I see my cousin Mike and we are the only boys so far. He has three sisters that are older than us and my sister is older than me. We all start to talk and forget about the adults as they make their way to the porch,into the coolness of the house.

My cousins live in the country part of Moultrie, Georgia out near Norman Park and my uncle Robert raises hogs. He also has fields planted with corn and all kinds of things, yet there is only one thing that we are concerned with right now and that is watermelons. I look past the barbed wire and I see the striped watermelons and I can already taste the sweetness of them...the coolness.

We look back and the adults have forgotten about us as more family members pull up. Aunts and uncles and plenty of cousins.

My mother has twenty brothers and sisters and when we cousins get together we make an impressive mob. We already have realised that there is power in numbers and we roll as a group almost everywhere we go. Nobody bothers us. There are simply to many of us.

Today we turn our attention to the field which lies in front of us as we make plans to go in and get us some watermelons. We start to pick up sticks and rocks and we talk to each other as we collect these things. We are getting these things because there is something in this field that is worse than all the snakes and the rats, yet we are ready to challenge even this presence today.

There is nothing better than a cold watermelon on a hot day.

We climb through the barbed wire into the field and start to make our way to where we know the largest watermelons are. There are about ten of us in this group, We are the oldest and the boldest. We may not see each other all  the time but we spend enough time together that we trust each other and each of us knows the other strengths and weaknesses. There are only three boys in this group, the rest are girls but they are tough just like us and we do not question their abilities.

We start to walk into the field and the stalks of the corn seem like a forest as we go deeper and deeper into the field where my cousin says the really big watermelons are. As we walk we talk and play around.

The main thing that we talk about is what we are going to do if we see our enemy. I have a rather large stick in my hand and I show how I am going to hit him if he bothers me,..if I see him. My cousins all agree that we are going to kick his butt.

We pass by watermelons but they are all to small for us, We want the big ones that are left after the adults have picked all the ones that they are going to sell.

The corn shades us and we see mice and birds as we make our way deeper and deeper into the jungle of corn and watermelons. The sounds of summer surround us and it seems as if music plays as the insects and the birds sing to us...to each other.

We reach the place where my older female cousins say the the big watermelons are and we start to look around but we stay together.

Strength in numbers remember?

We hear a sound in the corn ahead and we freeze as the rustling and huffing grow louder. I look at my older cousin and she places her finger to her lips in the hush position and we all crouch down. We all raise our sticks and get our rocks in the ready position.

All of a sudden the corn parts and a very large boar hog comes into view. He is much larger that I thought a hog could get and I realize at this moment that we all have the same idea as he paws the ground and snorts. It seems as if smoke comes from his nostrils as the dust from his face blows into the summer air. I see my cousin Mike throw his rock right before all hell breaks loose and the hog charges us. I turn to run and I realize that there are already three or 4 other kids in front of me. I imagine that the hog is breathing on my ass and that makes me run faster and we are all hollering and dragging sticks and running like hell. Something about a hog that a lot of people don't know is that if he gets after you he does not give up until he wants to.

We run across the field and jump through the barbed wire into the back yard and I keep running until I am in the car with the windows rolled up.I do not notice that my cousin Mike is with me until I calm down a little. I look out of the window and I see that my other cousins made it out as well. I look at the porch and I see my dad and one of my uncles, Horace I think... laughing their asses off and I get out of the car and puff my chest out as I walk up to them. My dad tries to contain his laughter as he asks Mike and I what happened and we make up a story about 20 hogs chasing us. As we turn to walk away my dad says to me. " Boy you might want to change them pants since half your ass is hanging out." I look back and see that  my pants are ripped and half my ass is indeed hanging out.

My dad and uncle told that story again and again about the cloud of dust that they saw coming at them across the field that day.

Needless to say when the story was told again and again that summer I was the butt of all the jokes.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SWEET SUCCUBUS

SWEET SUCCUBUS [ROCKS ON MY WINDOW]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS LUSTY TALE...
http://youtu.be/sg0hhh_mfoE

Rocks on my window in the middle of the night and I rise from my bed. The curtains billow inward from the breeze, I look out of my window and she stands in the moonlight. A vision to behold as her clothes capture the very air surrounding her. I dont even know how I came to be standing on this porch as she whispers in my ear and causes the blood to rush and pulse into my heart. She takes my hand and places it on her chest , her nipples are so hard that they feel like firm pipe plums on a fruit tree in a yard in Georgia. I lift her skirt and she wears no panties. Her pussy seems to call my name as I rub my finger across her clit, she trembles and falls against me and I turn her around and my dick rests between her ass cheeks like a fat ass salami. I pull her into my apartment and rip her shirt off, shredded it falls to the floor, a trophy for my wall of lust. Her skirt is pushed up around her stomach as I throwher to the floor and spread her legs. I kiss her mouth , her neck, her breasts as my finger continues to massage her clit. I bite her neck as i take my hand and place it into her mouth so that she can see how good she tastes to me. I place my head between her legs as I take her clit into my mouth and suck it softly like the stem of a honeysuckle on a spring morning , sweetness on my tounge. I let my tounge brush back and forth as I bring her liquids to the surface and they pour into my mouth. Ambrosia for my immortality. She pulls me up onto her and takes my dick into her mouth and sucks on it , her eyes look up at me as she swallows my dick. I want to see her pussy, I want to beat it with my dick. I push her back and place my hands on her thighs and push my dick into her until I feel it slip into her womb. I push my dick so hard into her that she cries out and sinks her teeth into my chest, her clit is standing up, a man in a boat. I flip her onto me and she rides my dick until she cums again and her fluids flow over my nuts and onto the carpet. I put her on her knees and ride her until I cum on her ass , it runs down her pussy lips as she collapses to the floor to catch her breath. DAMN! I live for the sound of those rocks on my window in the middle of the night.

7 MINUTES A HOOD TRAGEDY

7 MINUTES [A HOOD TRAGEDY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD STORY...

http://youtu.be/myszr-xSfxQ

 The shots explode in the hallway as he shoots the locks off the door to the apartment. He smells the acrid smoke of the powder as he kicks the door in. " I told this motherfucker i needs all my money." he thinks as he moves into the small entryway and leans against the wall. Him and Scoob been friends a long time. Done drank together...smoked together...fucked hoes together. That was before he found out he was holding out on him. This shit was personal now.
That was why he hadnt sent anyone else to handle it.
He peeks around the corner. The T.V. blares in the background. A commercial about the next Maury Povitch show plays on the screen...more people being disappointed. He leans around the corner of the wall and pops off a shot at the T.V. and it blows up in a hail of smoke and glass. All of a sudden the wall next to him throws off some plaster and paint chips. He hears the shot almost at the same time.
 "Nigga I told you I was gonna pay you!"
"Its a little late for that shit Scoob!" He shouts as he tries to determine if the voice is coming from behind the couch or the love seat.
"Man I thought we was boys!" Scoob yells and he pinpoints the voice.
The loveseat.
He squeezes off two more shots from the 45 and he hears Scoob screaming in fear as the cushions of the chair throw particles into the air.
All of sudden he sees movement in the mirror across from him and he spins towards the other hallway as Scoobs woman runs out with a shotgun. She shoots as she runs and the shot is wide but wide with a shotgun is good in some instances. This is not one of them though and all she manages to do is spray him with glass from the shattered mirror...more plaster rains on him . He shoots her square in the chest and the impact of the bullet lifts her off her feet and throws her back. She is wearing panties and nothing else and it looks kind of erotic as she slams into the wall and sinks down. The blood looks like red paint and blends with the painting above her head as she sits with her legs splayed.He hears Scoob call her name and he comes out from behind the loveseat blazing fire from the barrel of his gun. He sees the flashes as Scoob shoots wildly at him. 4 shots. All wild.
He pumps two shots into Scoob and Scoob spins and hits the floor. He walks over to Scoob and kicks the gun from his fingers as he is dying.
" I told yo dumb ass to take them weapons classes." he says as he pumps a bullet into his brain.
He then loads a fresh magazine into the pistol.
He quickly moves into the room where the woman came from and looks under the bed...in the drawers of the dresser as he hurls them to the floor.
"Ahh there it is" he thinks as he pulls out a bottom drawer and see the cocaine and blocks of weed on the floor under the dresser. He  rips the backpack off of his back and stuffs the dope inside.
"Where the fuck is the money?"
His mind races as he looks around the room.
FUCK...FUCK...FUCK!!!
He opens the chest at the end of the bed and throws the blankets and shit to the floor before he sees the metal box at the bottom he shoots it and the cheap lock gives way. He opens it and stuffs the stacks of money into the backpack on top of the dope.
He leaves the room quickly. Even though this is a part of town where motherfuckers are used to the sound of gushots he knows that someone has called the police by now.
As he steps into the living room he is suprised to see Scoobs son kneeling on the floor by his mothers body. The boy is holding the gun that he kicked away from Scoobs hand. He is only about 10 and and kind of small but he holds the gun like he knows what he is doing.
"What the fuck?"
The boy pulls the trigger and the bullet rips into Turks neck and takes everything in it with it when it exits.
Sirens sound in the distance as the boy drops the gun and picks up his mothers head and run his fingers through her hair.
The hot tears from his eyes fall onto her cooling face.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY