Sittin in a dunkin donuts parking lot on Route 20 right on the fringe of paterson, I nervously think "Man I gotta bad feeling." My man wants to get high. I rather get outta dodge. We go here all the time he says. Yea but when its light out. At night the boys be coming thru here like its their job.
I still remember that exact quote I said.
I boot him up. Put shit down in my purse, wherever, not put away at all.
About ready to make up my shot, lights come up behind me.
It cant fucking be.
Get outta the car. Hands on the dashboard.
Brick in my lap, 3 twentys of haze right next to it.
Youre goin to jail tonight you know that?
He looks at me and says im sorry. He knows i cant afford this. He knows i already got arrested twice this year, once on some serious jail time able offenses. He knows how it was supposed to go. that id only cop if he handed the money and held the shit so even if we got stopped, i wouldnt get in trouble. we had a plan and in two minutes that plan got fucked. in two minutes that plan was layin on the side of the road like a piece of red plastic from a busted out taillight. In two minutes im right there with him leaning on the back of the car. His look speaks more words than volumes stacked on top of each other. I know youre sorry. Dont you wish you woulda listened to me? I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. the chant beats in my head over and over. if i just woulda did wat i knew was the right thing. But i slipped and now its over and now im fucked and I dont know I dont know I dont know...........
Back of the car, cuffs on, i manage to eat one of the bags that is still accidentally on me from trying to shove it down my pants in the less than a millisecond i had to try and put shit away. I wiggle out of the cuffs and dispose of the 2 bags i have in case they search at the precinct.
Sitting cuffed to a bench while i hear them grill my man for information.
Good, baby, i think, as I hear him feed them totally wrong information about blocks that aint even dope spots, telling them he cops there, that he just sees whosever out and picks up off them, no numbers. Good baby good.
Youre goin to jail if you wont go in the car with us tonight and help us make a buy.
I guess I have to go to jail then huh.
Oh babe I love you so much I knew you wouldnt snitch under pressure you didnt give them shit.
Unlock, release, a pile of sneering good ol boys behind a plexiglass buletproof wall in the front lobby, slurring the numbers while giving me the number for a taxi so that I cant understand the meaning of them, and then laughing at me. Na-sevvatwee, twee fo wuh sebbana tweefore.
A fuckin white guy who spoke perfect english before. I know damn well he can say those letters. actin liek he got a stutter or some shit. All his boys behind him laughing in on the joke. Tell the lil junkie bitch who just got out of lockup the number but make her sweat for it. laugh at her frustration. 973 341 7934. A cab will be there in ten minutes.
Thank god they left me with my lighter and cigarettes.
The taxi shows up and takes me and him back to the spot the car got left at.
We turn left and right and get on the chirp. go buy 3 more bundles and get higher than we ever been. Hello march, month of court dates. I am afraid of wats comin.
I still remember that exact quote I said.
I boot him up. Put shit down in my purse, wherever, not put away at all.
About ready to make up my shot, lights come up behind me.
It cant fucking be.
Get outta the car. Hands on the dashboard.
Brick in my lap, 3 twentys of haze right next to it.
Youre goin to jail tonight you know that?
He looks at me and says im sorry. He knows i cant afford this. He knows i already got arrested twice this year, once on some serious jail time able offenses. He knows how it was supposed to go. that id only cop if he handed the money and held the shit so even if we got stopped, i wouldnt get in trouble. we had a plan and in two minutes that plan got fucked. in two minutes that plan was layin on the side of the road like a piece of red plastic from a busted out taillight. In two minutes im right there with him leaning on the back of the car. His look speaks more words than volumes stacked on top of each other. I know youre sorry. Dont you wish you woulda listened to me? I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. the chant beats in my head over and over. if i just woulda did wat i knew was the right thing. But i slipped and now its over and now im fucked and I dont know I dont know I dont know...........
Back of the car, cuffs on, i manage to eat one of the bags that is still accidentally on me from trying to shove it down my pants in the less than a millisecond i had to try and put shit away. I wiggle out of the cuffs and dispose of the 2 bags i have in case they search at the precinct.
Sitting cuffed to a bench while i hear them grill my man for information.
Good, baby, i think, as I hear him feed them totally wrong information about blocks that aint even dope spots, telling them he cops there, that he just sees whosever out and picks up off them, no numbers. Good baby good.
Youre goin to jail if you wont go in the car with us tonight and help us make a buy.
I guess I have to go to jail then huh.
Oh babe I love you so much I knew you wouldnt snitch under pressure you didnt give them shit.
Unlock, release, a pile of sneering good ol boys behind a plexiglass buletproof wall in the front lobby, slurring the numbers while giving me the number for a taxi so that I cant understand the meaning of them, and then laughing at me. Na-sevvatwee, twee fo wuh sebbana tweefore.
A fuckin white guy who spoke perfect english before. I know damn well he can say those letters. actin liek he got a stutter or some shit. All his boys behind him laughing in on the joke. Tell the lil junkie bitch who just got out of lockup the number but make her sweat for it. laugh at her frustration. 973 341 7934. A cab will be there in ten minutes.
Thank god they left me with my lighter and cigarettes.
The taxi shows up and takes me and him back to the spot the car got left at.
We turn left and right and get on the chirp. go buy 3 more bundles and get higher than we ever been. Hello march, month of court dates. I am afraid of wats comin.
