I wake up from dreams of blue black mornings silent before the sun shows its face in the winter dawn. Silent squares of the side walk counting down the feet to the dope spot. Me I never cop early. I lay in bed twistin and turnin and I am a junkie but I live by the rules of the streets as well. Sometimes I dont kno which comes first, but when shit gets serious the junkie falls back a minute, hidin in the shadows til I handle my biz before it comes out again and puts its bony hand back around my arm.
5 am only the feens and the crack heads are out. The real dope boys are back at home in bed gettin that beauty rest for a long day of hustlin tomorrow. Or out at the club slippin their hard earned dollars in some hoodrat hoochies g string. You pull up to the spot in those quiet hours while the city sleeps (for once) and you bound to get beat. That and the boys. It aint as easy to disappear into the darkened streets of Paterson NJ as it is in the city (NY). Its a small place. 8 square miles to be exact. I laugh thinkin off all the times we racked up more than double that just circlin endless blocks lookin for a spot that was open late night. Wheres a dope spot with that Wendys ethic when you need one. Eat great even late. Haha I crack my self up.
Sure you might find those whiteboys out in their new Explorers and Cherokees cruisin down 10th ave while the streets look like abandoned ghost towns. Ive took that drive before, not for dope but on the way home from down the shore after a long night involvin blunts and 6 state police and no arrests thank god. Noddin off in the eerie light that exists between sun rise and star shine I woke up to see my boyfriend takin the car off the parkway at exit 155P. P for paterson. P for perfect.
Where are we babe he said as i shook my head and realized that he had took the route thatd take us up to the northside by east main. You got off the wrong spot babe. Here follow the signs for 19 you can get on 80 from there.
As we drove thru downtown (The parkway spits you off its green n yellow signed ribbon at Grand St) and slowly moved up towards the good ol hood I watched suprised as I seen a scene from a old western movie only the houses more run down and covered with graffiti boarded up chewed up n spit out. Burned out windows like blind eyes tired of seein the distruction all over. but not a soul hauntin these streets. the boys take there job serious out here tho. Boys in blue that is tho the D boys are right up there on their grind matchin push for push.
Damn its a good thing I aint sick I think as we pass thru empty street after empty street, cuz aint NOBODY out here, the city barren and cold like we are drivin thru a doll house or a movie set. like there aint nobody around not a sound goin down. Dont get me wrong. Paterson pumps out D 24/7. Ive copped down at the pound too many times to count. After 2 in the mornin whatever it may be, but that was cuz my peoples were hustlers who stayed trappin out there and always had that fire even tho they were already back up in the buildin playin spades and smokin their off-work-for-the-night blunts by then. it was a favor not the norm.
but any of the street smart feens around here knows when the boys are out. Livin your life by the routine of when TNT is. (Tactical narcotics taskforce) Every city has their day that they do this. sometimes called vice day its all the same thing. Its bust the dopefeens day. In P-town it is tuesday last I checked. we always took extra care lookin out when we copped on tuesdays.
dont get it wrong you can always get dope in paterson you just might have to work a lil harder to get it and risk a lil more since at least its less sketchy to be drivin thru a dopespot as a white kid at 3 in the afternoon instead of 3 in the mornin. its just a matter of us carreer street coppers knowin the flow of the game n lovin our dope enough that we take care to work our shit around those rough times that are more likely to cause arrests which means the one thing a dopehead dont want and that is NO DOPE. i get just as dopesick as anybody else but the thing is i kno the hood better than those white suburbanites do, kno when its a bad time n place to cop, and am able to chill for a hour or two, a miserable hour of course but if it will keep my ass outta the county then shit.......i rather wait and get high as fuck to forget that extra hour of suffering, torture, unhuman agony than to sit it out in the back of a police car cuz i just had to go try n copp off some random bum cuz aint none of the real hustlas out at that hour and ended up gettin picked up cuz im white in the ghetto at 6 in the mornin over on so n so dope spot ave. yea right i aint beat.
So that is why I kiss my dreams goodbye one at a time as I always leave just one bag in the drawer by my bed side table and usually some dirty cottons as well and the empty bags form the night before. I will rinse the cottons first gettin the liquid a tint of brown as the mini particles of leftover dope somehow come together to make a tiny hit of dope in the needle loaded with 80-90 cc's. any more and when i draw back the plunger will pull out of the needle n loose my shot. Then i scrape the bags n see wat I got. hopin that it is to my satisfaction, that there was that invisible lil bit of white stank powder in that lil bag that somehow i didnt see and will scrape out makin piles like the snow after a blizzard and fill me with hope that i might actually get a decent shot and not just a weak ass hit of placebo liquid that will keep my pupils from dialating to the size of dimes and my ass from shittin out the entire contents of everything i ever ate in the past 6 months it feels like, for the next hour or two. Then i add in the last bag that i forced myself to save (ha ha....this is a lot more rare than i would like to believe it is) and mix it all up and bam push down that plunger and im racin to oblivion, well at least to a place where my bones dont ache (that much) and my eyes aint gotta squint to be able to see cuz theres so much light and i can bear to deal with the fact that im existing right now.
Yea thatll do it til i can wait a few hours call my man and start the cycle all over again. It might not get me far but it helps me pass the time.
5 am only the feens and the crack heads are out. The real dope boys are back at home in bed gettin that beauty rest for a long day of hustlin tomorrow. Or out at the club slippin their hard earned dollars in some hoodrat hoochies g string. You pull up to the spot in those quiet hours while the city sleeps (for once) and you bound to get beat. That and the boys. It aint as easy to disappear into the darkened streets of Paterson NJ as it is in the city (NY). Its a small place. 8 square miles to be exact. I laugh thinkin off all the times we racked up more than double that just circlin endless blocks lookin for a spot that was open late night. Wheres a dope spot with that Wendys ethic when you need one. Eat great even late. Haha I crack my self up.
Sure you might find those whiteboys out in their new Explorers and Cherokees cruisin down 10th ave while the streets look like abandoned ghost towns. Ive took that drive before, not for dope but on the way home from down the shore after a long night involvin blunts and 6 state police and no arrests thank god. Noddin off in the eerie light that exists between sun rise and star shine I woke up to see my boyfriend takin the car off the parkway at exit 155P. P for paterson. P for perfect.
Where are we babe he said as i shook my head and realized that he had took the route thatd take us up to the northside by east main. You got off the wrong spot babe. Here follow the signs for 19 you can get on 80 from there.
As we drove thru downtown (The parkway spits you off its green n yellow signed ribbon at Grand St) and slowly moved up towards the good ol hood I watched suprised as I seen a scene from a old western movie only the houses more run down and covered with graffiti boarded up chewed up n spit out. Burned out windows like blind eyes tired of seein the distruction all over. but not a soul hauntin these streets. the boys take there job serious out here tho. Boys in blue that is tho the D boys are right up there on their grind matchin push for push.
Damn its a good thing I aint sick I think as we pass thru empty street after empty street, cuz aint NOBODY out here, the city barren and cold like we are drivin thru a doll house or a movie set. like there aint nobody around not a sound goin down. Dont get me wrong. Paterson pumps out D 24/7. Ive copped down at the pound too many times to count. After 2 in the mornin whatever it may be, but that was cuz my peoples were hustlers who stayed trappin out there and always had that fire even tho they were already back up in the buildin playin spades and smokin their off-work-for-the-night blunts by then. it was a favor not the norm.
but any of the street smart feens around here knows when the boys are out. Livin your life by the routine of when TNT is. (Tactical narcotics taskforce) Every city has their day that they do this. sometimes called vice day its all the same thing. Its bust the dopefeens day. In P-town it is tuesday last I checked. we always took extra care lookin out when we copped on tuesdays.
dont get it wrong you can always get dope in paterson you just might have to work a lil harder to get it and risk a lil more since at least its less sketchy to be drivin thru a dopespot as a white kid at 3 in the afternoon instead of 3 in the mornin. its just a matter of us carreer street coppers knowin the flow of the game n lovin our dope enough that we take care to work our shit around those rough times that are more likely to cause arrests which means the one thing a dopehead dont want and that is NO DOPE. i get just as dopesick as anybody else but the thing is i kno the hood better than those white suburbanites do, kno when its a bad time n place to cop, and am able to chill for a hour or two, a miserable hour of course but if it will keep my ass outta the county then shit.......i rather wait and get high as fuck to forget that extra hour of suffering, torture, unhuman agony than to sit it out in the back of a police car cuz i just had to go try n copp off some random bum cuz aint none of the real hustlas out at that hour and ended up gettin picked up cuz im white in the ghetto at 6 in the mornin over on so n so dope spot ave. yea right i aint beat.
So that is why I kiss my dreams goodbye one at a time as I always leave just one bag in the drawer by my bed side table and usually some dirty cottons as well and the empty bags form the night before. I will rinse the cottons first gettin the liquid a tint of brown as the mini particles of leftover dope somehow come together to make a tiny hit of dope in the needle loaded with 80-90 cc's. any more and when i draw back the plunger will pull out of the needle n loose my shot. Then i scrape the bags n see wat I got. hopin that it is to my satisfaction, that there was that invisible lil bit of white stank powder in that lil bag that somehow i didnt see and will scrape out makin piles like the snow after a blizzard and fill me with hope that i might actually get a decent shot and not just a weak ass hit of placebo liquid that will keep my pupils from dialating to the size of dimes and my ass from shittin out the entire contents of everything i ever ate in the past 6 months it feels like, for the next hour or two. Then i add in the last bag that i forced myself to save (ha ha....this is a lot more rare than i would like to believe it is) and mix it all up and bam push down that plunger and im racin to oblivion, well at least to a place where my bones dont ache (that much) and my eyes aint gotta squint to be able to see cuz theres so much light and i can bear to deal with the fact that im existing right now.
Yea thatll do it til i can wait a few hours call my man and start the cycle all over again. It might not get me far but it helps me pass the time.