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I’m stepping out tonight with my friend.
My friend who drives too fast, drinks, and steals anything any opportunity he has.
We all have that friend who can get the
best pills or smokes.
So, Satan comes in many forms.
Will I recognize him?
Last week my friend and I got in a car (yes, the same friend DeRayl) and went for a joy ride. We got it back in time. No one knew. The Lord was on our side. We’d been smoking weed in my friend’s garage all week. No one’s the wiser.
Man, God is good!
DeRayl picked me up during second period
and we partied all day.
We filled my Dad’s bottle of whiskey with water and caramel-colored dye, as well as water in his vodka bottle. He’s so smart!
He keeps my secrets of the illegal things we’ve done, yep that’s my true brotha,
my ride-and-die, brotha.
My Dad tells me that there are friends of good, and friends for good times. You already know he’s for good.
We caught a case some time back for stealing this pearl-white 5 series BMW, but his people
were able to bail him out. Being slick, this ride-and-die dropped a dime and got off. At least that’s the crazy story they told me. I took the rap and now I’m doing time. Last I heard his grandma took
him out and moved him to Atlanta.
He’s so crazy, eight years have passed, and I can’t wait to see my dawg. My other brotha we called Rainbow, said that DeRayl now owns two daycare franchises with his arrow straight cousin Dough Boy. He has three kids, married this trick Malarie, and lives in a three-bedroom house in the
Atlanta suburbs.
How did my ride-and-die do it? I know he didn’t snitch, but I’m good. When I get in the free, I’m sure he’ll hook a brotha up.
It’ll be 10 years in March, but my P.O. told me not to call, that he’s in Stone Mountain doing well, and his old lady isn’t gonna let him see me.
Man, it’s going to be like old times when I get out.
If I can only get him to answer his phone!!
