HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF Money tried to hold my hand as he led me down the stairs.
I looked behind me and the entire do.
I looked down just as the chick inside the house began to scream in agony. "Yo, my nigga, wha\'cha doing comin\' out of there? Where Lil D?" a voiced called out.
I bumped in to him coming down the stairs. "This some fuck shit " he muttered under his breath as he suddenly stopped, alarmed.
And so was I.
He was loaded down with bags of drugs, cocaine, Molly, weed, lean, and money.
HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF Money tried to hold my hand as he led me down the stairs