CaroLina Boyz

It was a hot summer in Columbia, South Carolina. The whole city was out and about from ‘hoodchics’ to ‘hoodniggas.’ The city had been in a pretty fucked up position. The feds had hit and snatched a lot of the dope boyz up in every hood known. Finally, the snitching had broke loose and set the city ablaze.

Niggaz were telling on everybody. Nobody got spared. From mothers, to sisters, brothers, hell even their day ones. Read St. was hot like none other in the hood of “AllenBenedict Court.” Where the mothers were everybody mama or the sisters were everybody sister. Aunties, you name it, you know somebody in the hood.

It was about 7:30 in the evening, money was flowing fast as hell. Cars was moving fast and all you seen was brake lights everywhere. Dudes were running up to the cars like they were sports cara. It was more so a hobby within the hood, checking out the newest whips on the block.

The city police were making their rounds, trying to peep the scenes but the block was jumping like crazy. Fiens were coming left and right spending that check. It was the first of the month so the money was grand. You had some niggaz at the top while some were at the bottom trappin’ hard as fuck.

The police rides down Read St. and turns up Oak St. riding through the campus of Benedict College all day and night. Niggas would post up by Perry’s Barbershop and serve dope in front of the “highraiser” and catch the old school fiens. It’s called the “highraiser” for a reason. Thats where niggaz make most of their munyun. You got all them old cats living there with them big ass checks. Almost all of of them smoke dope. Thats a guaranteed lic. The city had tried to put a police Department at one end of Read St to slow down the trappin but it ain’t help none or stop none.

It ended up getting late as hell and niggaz was all out there in the streets. Hell even some kids was still out. Shortly, 11:30 came rolling around.

Thats normally when some of the homies moms and pops walk the streets looking for that straight drop. What goes on in the hood stays in the hood. Normally this’ll be an all night flight on repeat until either the sun comes up or the packs get low.

Alot had went down lately. Murderers, drug dealers, robbers and all got jammed up. A murder had taken place a couple weeks ago, had the block shook up but that’s just how it goes down in the city.

“What’s up Main Man? Ain’t seen you in a minute. You been low laying on a nigga lately. I know you only get my shit,” K.O. said.

Main Man was this smoker around the way that lived in the highraiser. He always came to K.O. for his dope. He been around for a while so he knew everybody in the area.

“Yeah Man! Things had got hot around here. This ain’t how Read St. used to be,” Main Man spat.

“Oh yea, that’s one thing you right about dawg. Shit is hot yo,” K.O. responded back. “You know my dawg come home in two more years man. I can’t wait til he drop too bruh.” Main man stood listening to K.O., but he wasn’t trying to hear all that. He was just trying to buy his dope and get high. K.O. felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

“Yo, Hold up,” K.O. said. “Hello,” he answered.

“K.O. Where yo ass at?!” Said a girl on the other end of the line.

“Girl you know I’m out handling my business shorty, wassup Red?” K.O. spoke.

”Wassup?! Nigga yo ass ain’t called me in three fuckin days. I been callin yo damn phone and you don’t even pick up,” Red spat pissed off.

“Maybe cause I was busy or some shit. Look, I’ll call you later or some when I’m on the way. Aight?” Said K.O.

“Aight nigga. Whateva.” Red said ending the call.

“Yo, young blood, that’s a whole nother thing you got going on. Just let me get right man,” Main man called out to him. K.O. broke him off a big dub and a dime. He dropped it in his hand as he gave him the money.

“Preciate that youngin, I’ll catcha later. Aight?” Main man said grinning.

“Aight.” Main man left to go back across the street while K.O. decided to stroll through the hood. Everybody was still trappin and runnin down cars that came through. KO was raised around Read St. where he found his true friend he met at a young age. They really go back to the sandbox days.

His mother had moved to North Carolina while his grandma was left to teach him how to be a man. His father died from an overdose. KO was an only child so his friend was like his brother. He became a part of his best friends family. His friend had caught a murder charge and was currently doing time for it. KO held him down as well as his mom and sister. He showed his loyalty to him. A bitch had trapped his dawg on some bullshit. That’s how it is in Richland County.

As KO was heading towards his light green Vic, sittin pretty on some 26’s, he was approached by an unfamiliar face that he thought he knew.

“Yo wassup! You straight? You got some work?” Slick spat at him.

“Work?” KO spat back. “Nah bruh, you got the wrong dude.”

“Man don’t play with me, you good yo!” Slick said unconvincingly.

KO said, “ Nah, I ain’t got shit,” and he left.

Riding down Read St., he slowed down to make a turn on Two Notch Rd. He continued to head on to the light. Blowing smoke, KO cruised through the night air and decided to hit another spot. He was boomin his song to get him in his mode. “Gotta get my money” by Trick Daddy was blaring through the speakers and had him feeling like he needed his dawg by his side.

A car drove up beside him to make a turn. ‘Damn, that nigga gettin to it,’ thought the driver.

KO looked back at her and proceeded to push the gas with one hand on the wheel and the other on his cell to dial his homie up.

“Hello,” a deep voice sounded.

“Wassup my nigga,” KO responded.

“Wassup bruh,” the voice spoke back.

“Man, Ima be down by your way in a minute to get some work off. It’s too hot round my way. Word,” KO spat.

Shake couldn’t hear him as good as he could hear Trick Daddy rapping in the background.

“Man, cut that shit down. I can’t understand shit you tryna say man,” Shake told him.

As KO was turning down the music, he noticed a car was tailing him. “Yo, hold up, I gotta car behind me tryna play like a cop car or some. Ima hit you back. Let me get right my nigga,” he said as he ended the call.