Free Knee Deep in the Game by Boston George

noticed a large crowd started to form.
    â€œYo, that shit ain’t right,” shouted a black guy from in the crowd wearing a du-rag.
    â€œWhy don’t y’all go to the white neighborhoods and do that shit,” another young lady shouted.
    â€œY’all mu’fuckas lucky a crowd showed up,” the white officer whispered in Pop’s ear before him and his partner walked off with an attitude.
    â€œHave a nice day, officers,” Pooh yelled loud enough so the two officers could hear him. “Dickheads.”
    â€œI can’t stand those dicks,” Pop said, cracking open his Dutch Master, tossing the guts on the ground once the cops were out of eyesight.
    â€œThat’s why I stay high, B. Them clowns just fucked up my whole day,” Pop stated as he proceeded to roll up his blunt.
    â€œYo, come with me to building five real quick, I have to go check up on this clown that owe me some bread,” Pooh said as he retrieved his weed and pocketknife from out the grass, then headed to the next building.
    Before they could make it to the building, Pooh saw his victim walking out the building.
    â€œYo, Mike what’s good you—got that money for me?” he asked way louder than he had to.
    â€œI got you next week, I didn’t get my check this week,” Mike said, looking down at the ground, mad that he had bumped into the last person he wanted to see.
    â€œJust like last week, right?” Pooh said, digging in his back pocket.
    â€œYo, Pooh, I promise I’m going to give you your money next week, you got my word,” Mike said, looking at Pop giving him a private look that said Please help me .
    Pop quickly broke eye contact with his former friend. He felt bad for Mike, but business is business, and this was all in a day’s work.
    â€œI know,” Pooh said, flicking open the blade on his pocketknife.
    Without hesitation he plunged the knife in and out of Mike’s stomach three times, splattering blood all over the concrete.
    â€œHave that for me next week B. Last time I’m going to tell you,” Pooh said as he cleaned his knife off on Mike’s shirt before he walked off.
    Before Pop walked off he kicked Mike in the side of his face for good measure. “Punk mu’fucka.”
    â€œY’all make the community look bad,” an old lady said, shaking her head from a second-floor window. “Why don’t y’all try doing something positive in the community instead of just trying to destroy and tear down the community.”
    â€œShut up, old lady, before you be next,” Pop growled, staring down the old lady. “Yo, I have to get out the hood tonight before I kill somebody,” Pop said, taking a long drag from his blunt.
    â€œWe can go to the club tonight if you want,” Pooh suggested.
    â€œYeah, that’s cool. I think I need to be surrounded by some beautiful women tonight, know what I mean?”
    â€œA’ight, bet, we going to hit up Club Spirit downtown. Fresh be in there every Friday, plus I heard it be jumping in there,” Pooh said, doing his two-step.
    â€œA’ight, I’m going home so I can go change I’ma meet you back here at eleven,” Pop said as he headed home.
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    Fresh sat in his abandoned warehouse along with Rusty, counting piles of money.
    â€œYo, be on point tonight, just in case this clown Bamboo tries to make a move, smell me?” Fresh placed a rubber band over the neatly stacked money.
    â€œYou know I’m on it, I hope that nigga do make a move because I been dying to pop that nigga,” Rusty joked, placing a rubber band on a stack of money.
    â€œYeah, I got a meeting with this Spanish cat next week, my man plugged me in, said this cat got the best coke on Broadway, so I’m going to go see what he working with, if he got that butter then that’s going to be our new connect,” Fresh said, sipping on his