I woke up one morning in a different place...
A different house, my heart was racing, I couldn't slow the pace.

It felt like it was me, I looked down and saw my hands, looked at the mirror on the night stand to check my face...
yup it was me.

I hit the staircase.
I didn't know if I should run...
I didn't know if someone would great me with a gun to blow my back out... so i crept out... quietly with the lights off so the lights wouldn't shine on me.

I opened up the front door, stepped out, different hood...
looked around left, right and in front... there it stood... was
a black Cadillac DeVille missing the letters, L and E, man... my mind is playing tricks on me.

It was waiting for me, with it's engine idling...
window tent so black...
I couldn't see who was in it.

I gave it a moment before I approached...
I didn't know if I was dreaming yo, or if I was a ghost...
can someone pinch me...
did someone hinch me?
Did someone merc me when my back was turned for all my money they yearned?...
I can't believe it...
I didn't want to see it, I'm too young...
there's so many things to do...
so many things I left undone...

but never the less, I mustered up some courage...
I walked up to the window with my stomach turnin...
the window rolled down , a voice said "get in and roll with me and I'll show you how a real man is supposed to be"...

I got in not knowing what I was doing...
I just wanted to make some sense of this crazy situation soon so...
we drove about three or four blocks,
I felt like I was on the spot...
paranoid from fear and from shock...
I think he knew it...
he made a grin, hit his blunt and blew it.
he hit the gas we went fast...
many red lights, we went through them...
that's when he leaned next to me with his mug on mean...
the breath of death...
the most evilest eyes I've ever seen, he said:

" Hey bruh.. I got a proposition...
don't say a word you sit back and just listen...
I'm from another dimension...
you caught my attention...
and if you join me...
I'll give you everything you've been wishin".

I thought to myself...
how could this be...
I felt like I was Snoop in "Murder Was The Case"back in 93.



© Chris Gonzales