All 'N': (You Reap What You Sow)

By Sin Raws

Sunniys Ahmeds unexpected death leave his future child fatherless and twin sister Sadjah forever grieving and his best friend/partner Ruyheak Tuyseen Walker alone in the game after surviving the attempted assassination. Realizing that it was a hit on him and Sunniy, Tuyseen was determined to unravel the surprising mystery and get revenge, even if many lives depended on it

nbsp; Being assigned to solve the sudden murders, Philadelphias Homicide detective Jerry Lendberg seeks he leaks to the streets through his many informants while the imprisoned Derrick Steel Toe Hennick plots his escape from the prison to pay Jerry Lenberg back for his betrayal.

nbsp; Vowing to bring many deaths for the gruesome demise of his youngest nephew, the notorious oriental drug lord and leader of Phillys Pure Oriental Blood, Wengkimi brings the art of war to the city streets.

nbsp; Tuyseen being left an enormous amount of Terror and other street material by his wealthy Arab/Columbian connect Ingy Silanoji to supply the entire East and West Coast falls into a relationship with Sadjah that ultimately comes to a bloody and corrupted end.

nbsp; Will anyone accomplish their goals in becoming happy and fulfilling their promises before they Reap What They Saw? Read to be All N and find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 24, 2008
• ISBN: 9781462840939

Sin Raws

Sin Raws Is an incarcerated Philadelphian serving an indefinite sentence in Pennsylvania’s state of correction. He hails from the north side of Philadelphia’s infamous Blumberg Housing Projects. He’s the founder and President of All ‘N’ Entertainment that helps incarcerated men and women publish and expose their talent and takes on assignments of writing songs, poetry, etc. for established and up-coming music performers. Sin Raws has successfully written a catalog of songs and books. The future release of T.E.O.T.S. (The Elements Of The Streetz), a fiction novel, N’ Less Love (an urban fiction romance novel), Silent Expressionz (a book of poetry), and the unique sequel of All ‘N’ (You Reap What You Sow), part 2. Look for the release of the above books in the near future. To contact Sin Raws, write to the publisher or email him at [e-mail]. Author Sin Raws

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All ‘N’

(You Reap What You Sow)

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Sin Raws

TRAVEL THROUGH DA HOODS OF PHILLY

IF YOU’RE REALLY BUILT!

Copyright © 2008 by Sin Raws.

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Contents

SIN’s Shoutouts

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Dedication

I dedicate this to those who don’t know, need to know and do know, and to those that’s living with forever scars from the game and our loved ones that’s in the Penitentiary and cemetery from the backlash of the glitter life. It’s All ‘N’.

This book is fiction but may become non-fiction to those that lived or witnessed the fictious characters’ life style and emotions.

Author

Sin Raws

SIN’s Shoutouts

F irst and foremost, I wanna

thank and shout out God for blessing people to come in and out of my life for me to learn about true loyalty, love and betrayal. I’ve definitely learnt, although the hard way. However, I did learn.

Next, with no question, I shout out with unlimited love and supreme respect to my strong and beautiful parents, Ummi Maryam and Abi Yasin, also known as Big Sin, for ya’ll non-stop schooling and support, whether I was right or wrong, direct and indirect, in more ways than one, ya’ll stood by my side and I thank God for blessing ya’ll as my parents. Dad, thanks for being 100%. I’ve never been knocked out and I’m sorry that I chose the streets over the ring, the steel over the leather.

My beautiful little girls, Muffin and Nifera, I love ya’ll. You seen it through my eyes, Princess Nifera. Ummi Baseemah, my second mother, you never stopped loving me, nor my Dad’s other children, you’ll always be our second Mom. We love you. My twin Netty Gees, Naasirah (Tweet), Hadiyyah (Dee), Aiesha, Mecca, Big Dave on 28th Oxford Street, I love you more like a blood brother than a stepbrother, thanks for never being a phoney to me on any level. We’re All ‘N’ Bling Bling! Our supportive and lovable Blumberg Projects. Godsister, the one and only Marvina also known as Marty, on behalf of those that’s sincere, we love you for all that you are, God had blessed you. Malcolm, I can’t wait for your book, Torture Souls. My Morrocco’s original mentor and author of City of Nightmares. Warren Henderson, thanks for the three lessons and remember loyalty is a must. Pica, I made it happen homie, and it’s no turning back. We’re waiting for your novel, Cherrish to drop and melt everyones heart and mind, good lookin’ out being real, iron sharpens iron.

Grandmom and Grandpop, Sylvia and Ernie, Grandpa Taylor, Aunt Deb, Nesser, Kim, Sharon, Uncle Greg (R.I.T), Scotter (R.I.T.), Phildog and other host of aunts and uncles. Chuckie Raw, from the bottom of West Philly, thanks for beating me in the head through the vent in Camphill SMU that I can write this book. I wrote many now, you’re All ‘N’ and we’re awaiting your PhyreWarda series. Harold C. Mirabito Jr., supportive Sister Sharon Howard, much love and I’mma make you tell me your age (laugh), Reece from Harrisburg, I told you I got you girl, and my vest when I needed it, my shoulder when I was tired and you never strayed from how I groomed you, Johnnita (Jai), you’ll always be my heart. Ms. Lucille (aka) Ms. Sandy, may you continue to rest in thirlness and know that your children miss and love you, especially your son, Lil’ Leon (Mumit) uptown finest, and your daughter, Tanika (Chinadoll), and granddaughter, Ebony. Keisha, I love you lil’ cuz, Nikky, Hope, Boo Boo, Big Del and Ryant from Erie. Rosaylin Washington much love for your schooling and straight forwardness.

Nifera’s mother Millie (Shakey), Sheila, Carmain, Lil’ Leon, also known as Mumit from uptown, thanks for your finanacial support and true homieship. You’re All ‘N’. Shawn, B. Bates, Rasheed Burch, Lil’ Jamaica, love you grandma Gracie, Nate. Lil’ bro Shafi, Main, Maurice, Jazz, Nasir, my two-year old twin, I love you, lil’ nephew. Az (A.D.E.), J.T., Scool, Big E, Joker and his wife Tyesha, Judy J., Carolyn C., who are like lil’ sisters, Zoe and his beautiful wife, all from Erie. Pimp and the whole Regina team, Billy Da Mad Hatter Davis, thanks for putting the outstanding All ‘N’ Entertainment logo together for me. Seven weapons, the whole LTSU survivors, my nephew Lil’ Dave Henry Jr., you’re gone but never will be forgotten. Toni and Jamie Braxton, my baby and love, sister Nafisah (Cuttie), Absolute and his Rozie family in Pittsburgh, Rook, Doogie, Sindrell, the whole Blumberg Jay Street squad, Cemore, Naj, Back z Back, Trick (Mumit), Roc and Sophia, keep ya heads up. Muffin mom, Terresa Richardson, Dreds, Spook, Harun Akbar also know as Crazy A 19th. Jay original much love homie, we Jay til we lay and beyond. Abdus Sabor Al Hanafi (aka) Jersey, Fonchonda, Chonda, Brandon, Trinny, Keanon, Stephen (RIT), my old head Gordy, light eyes Kirk, Collect, Dully Low, Worm, brother in law, badlands finest and one of the greatest Puerto Ricans alive, Tone (aka) Jihad Ibn Maryam. Tuffy, Lil wiz, Raru, Cam, Lil man, Tubo, Dez, Lil’ Tuck, Capone, Lucy, Bingo, Ms. Helen (Ski), Gerald (Yates), Sacrifice, Mr. Kaareem, Murdaaaaa! RB, GB, Lori and Sabrina of Quality Typing Service, Lil’ Rob, Rene Mulkey of Cyberspace, inmate Lil’ Joe, Rue, Mujahid, Jeff Gant, Mont, Bernard Hopkins, Muhammad Kafi, Shaykh Muhammad, Alf from Nicetown, Ant, Big Ted, Danny Diamonds, Ron Ron, Saleek, Juice, Stinkman, Korey, Atl Wooten, Kern, Tweet, Dollar, Hameen of Dickerson Street, thank you for your support spiritually and brotherly love. You made it happen for us that was on L Block, Assiatic from 39th Street, Jay thanks for the design, Kashime, Jersey Martin, Jen, Stephanie, Sheena (R.I.T.), Keesey, Monty Raw, Shaheed, Hashim as Salafl, Malik, Black Marv, Lil’ Keith, Sheen, Lil’ Donny, Abdul Shaheed Akil Tang, Busta, Day Day, Basil, Barr 60th Street, Bobby Bad ass, BeBo (aka) Mike California’s finest, I’m a man of my word. Gidget Moore, love ya. Mr. Joe Heckel, S. Simmons, Shawanda, Vicky Johnson, Snaps, Solo, Spotty, Breeze, Teddy, and Fat Robby, 12 (Hassin), Mike DP Taylor, Lucky, Toot, my old head Imani (streets).

Shout out to all the hoods North, South, North East, and West, and to all the forgotten men, your seeds love ya’ll. Jay St., Oxford, Norris, Popular, Morrocco’s, Logan, The Valley, New York, Uptown, Badlands, Kensington, Berks, Master, 13th St., G-Town, Tasker, Carpenter, Woodland, Chester, Hilltop, Erie, PA. Pittsburg, Harrisburg, Delaware, Diamond St., 49th St., Lex, the Bottom, Richard Allen, Erie Avenue, Cumberland Street. I’m reapin’ for all the ghettos, hoods, and those that can’t.

Tim Harper of Long Dash Books, Big homie Benny from Wilmington, Delaware, Doc and the EAM Team, Izzy, Iggy, Mutad Bay’yah. Minister Anderson, Dunk arm, and my homie, Big Buck, it’s All ‘N’, baby rest in thirlness. If I missed you, don’t think I’m dissing you, yaw is All ‘N’.

Special thanks to Ms. Doreen B. Dixon of D.B.D. Enterprise and Sabrina and Lori of Quality Typing Service, without ya’ll skills and support, this novel wouldn’t had flourish. Ya’ll All ‘N’. The Xlibris family for ya’ll expertise and professionalism and trust in my work. Tim Harper, I’m making it happen. Thanks Dave Henry for his unstoppable love and pressure to keep his lil’ stepbrother on his P’s and Q’s. I love you for this Big Bro! My true comrade, Hector Pica Huertas, keep ya’ eyes on your goals. Just because we’re down, doesn’t mean we’re out. We still have our souls and we’re waiting for your novel Cherrish to drop. My loveable and true Jannah on earth, Sister Nafisah Sami Shakkurr from Harrisburg. Last but never least, Big ups to my entire All ‘N’ Entertainment staff and supporters, keep focus ’cause the streets and readers need us. And to all that supported this project directly and indirectly, prepare for more to come and always keep in mind we’re…

. . . All ‘N’ to the End

Author

Sin Raws

Chapter One

From Da Cradle.

I n one of the most notorious

areas of Philadelphia lies the heart of this city of brotherly love North Philly, also known to the whole state as those wild ass dudes from the north side. Ask someone from this part of the city that you don’t know, Where are you from? They’ll simply put their hand up form a letter P by bending the thumb and pointy finger into a downward C, then simply connect the middle finger to the back of the bended pointy finger and reply, North Philly.

Why what’s up? So I suggest that you don’t go there being Joe familiar.

Residing in the heart of North Philly is Jefferson Street, particularly 23rd and Jefferson, the natives and city call it Jay Street. On the corner of 23rd street is an elementary school and a housing project across from it called Blumberg Projects. On the other side of the school is 24th and Jefferson Street, and across from it lies a brown brick three story home on the corner. This is where the twins Sunniy [soon-knee] and Sadjah [Sud-Jah] Ahmed grew up as children. Sadjah never left their home and Sunniy moved on for security reasons, but visited his twin sister occasionally.

Sunniy is a muscle caramel complexion brother that stands 5’11 and weighed around 200 pounds. His sister is a light caramel complexion, with brown eyes to compliment her lovely stacked 129 pounds body, that stood 5’8 with black hair that laid on her shoulders. They were born 17 seconds apart on June 17th 1970, Sadjah is the oldest out of the two. They were born to Habeebah Mimms and George Ahmed X. Their parents are deceased.

Sunniy! Sunniy, boy I know you hear me. Come get this phone and hurry up, because my girlfriend is on the other end.

Who is it twin? Sunniy asked while sitting in the leather lazy boy chair in front of the screen television playing Mario Brothers on the video game.

It’s your crazy friend Tuyseen, Sadjah shouted from the top stairs on the 2nd floor. I don’t know why you keep thinking my homie is crazy, he said pressing pause on the joy stick and swiftly jumped out the chair and ran up the steps to the 2nd floor and into the front room that used to be his parents. He walked and picked up the phone off the night table and fell backwards on the king size bed.

I got it Sadjah.

Don’t forget Sunniy my friend is on the other end, she said before walking into her own room and hung the phone up.

Salamu Alaykum Seen, Sunniy said greeting his companion in a cheerful Arabic language that Muslims say to each other.

Man what’s up? You know I’m no Muslim Sunniy and I don’t know how to speak that stuff, Tuyseen said while sitting on his bed in his plush bedroom of his home in Upper Darby.

Yeah you suppose to say ‘Wa Alaykum Salaam’.

Well you just said it for me. I told you Sunniy, I’m no Muslim, I’m cool, he said in his smooth Al B Sure voice.

I understand that homebul, but that hell fire isn’t cool at all, Sunniy responded in his husky Craig Mack voice and they both laughed.

I don’t want to see you in hell forever Tuyseen and that’s real, he said ceasing his laughter.

I feel all that, but right now homie I’m not ready, but when I am, you can teach me all that aiight?

That’s a bet Tuyseen the dream, so what’s up with you? Sunniy asked. He’s the only one that Tuyseen allows to call him Seen for short, although Tuyseen doesn’t like being called that, Sunniy is an exception.

Oh, it ain’t nuttin’, just staying skin tight so fleas can’t fit in. Is everything cool on the blocks? Sunniy asked while staring at himself through the mirrors above him on the ceiling.

Far as I know yeah, Grimmie taking care of the top side. How about your end? Tuyseen answered then asked while looking over at the fish tank at the small color fishes peacefully moving about.

My little soldier Millieon just came home from the Heights get the bottom. I put him on and he’s real hungry too.

That’s the only way he’s gonna get full, Tuyseen said and Sunniy agreed and they momentarily went silent into their own thoughts.

Sunniy Ahmed and Tuyseen Walker had been friends ever since they were young going to the same elementary school on Jefferson Street, back in the late 70’s. Sunniy was 7 and Tuyseen was 9 years old running around the hood engaging in trouble. Sunniy was the wildest between the two of them. Tuyseen was more of a down low laid back individual and also the thinker out of the two of them. Their parents was the best of friends who was from the Morocco gang in the popular street section and who wedded best friends from the Oxford Street gang back in the 60’s. Everyone who didn’t know Sunniy and Tuyseen’s relationship would of thought that they were brothers. They did everything together except use a single toilet at the same time. They fought together, wore the same identical clothing and fooled around with each others girlfriend, sister, or cousin.

When Tuyseen first got introduced to the game by his step father Brock Kent who was one of the biggest hustlers in the city at that time, he’d turned Sunniy on and they both started pushing Brock’s drugs at the age of 10 and 12 years old in the 80’s. With Sunniy and Sadjah being parentless, their mother’s sister moved into their home and took care of them until her demise when they were teenagers in junior high school. Sunniy and Tuyseen was selling $20.00 bags of cocaine and $10.00 bags of marijuana in small manila envelopes in front of Blumberg Projects.

They always saved and stacked their money and made future plans to be rich. Always after counting the money they made and putting Brock’s out to the side they used to talk and Tuyseen use to school him how Brock used to when they were confined in the house together.

We’re gonna get rich and have it like these old heads want it Sunniy with the fine girls on the side, big cars, houses, clothes that we wouldn’t even be able to pronounce and kids to carry our names when we get old and die like we’re doing our pops, Tuyseen told Sunniy one day while they were sitting on the projects steps in the hallway staircase.

Hold up Seen, do you think we gotta die when we get rich? ’Cause if so, I’m cool with being poor, Sunniy commented while staring at Tuyseen counting money looking his usual calm and collective self.

We have to die one day, rich or poor, young or old Sunniy, but until then we got time on our side. We’re still young; we got until 100 years to die. So let’s get everything now so we’ll live through history and memories. People gonna always mention us when they brag about the big timers in the game and the Jay Street bub that made it to the top, watch what I tell ya, he said while putting the money he was counting in a book bag and stood up on the steps.

Stop worrying about death. That’s mandatory the Bible said, but worry about this cash ’cause it’s not mandatory, said Tuyseen smiling while thinking about the day he asked Brock the same questions that Sunniy asked and he gave Sunniy the same answers and speech Brock gave him. He pulled Sunniy up on his feet once Sunniy placed his money in his book bag then he hugged him and they ran down the stairs and out of the building.

They weren’t content with sitting in the projects dealing Brock Kent’s product. Sunniy bought a .38 Special hand gun from a crack head for a couple bags of cocaine and him and Tuyseen went on missions, sticking up white people on the other side of Collegewall where majority all whites live. Their adventure came to an end.

One early morning they were sitting on the steps of an abandoned house around 24th and Oxford selling their product when a neighborhood stickup artist that snorted coke name Tommy Bomb had approached them after they served a customer. Tommy heard from his friend that she sold a pistol to Sunniy, so since Tommy didn’t have one to go on route with, he went to see could he borrow one from Sunniy. He asked Sunniy could he hold the pistol and he’ll bring it back after he come off route and give him a few dollars. Sunniy declined, knowing the let me hold something and I’ll bring it back line. This upset Tommy and he tried to grip Sunniy up, but he slipped his grip and Sunniy started running. Immediately, Tommy pursued him so Sunniy ran between and around cars to get away from Tommy who was in back of him, and close.

Seeing this take place tickled Tuyseen who was watching in amusement as little Sunniy was weaving through cars and around them while Tommy was on his heels, Tommy was double Sunniy’s age.

Give me that pistol, you little sucka! Tommy shouted as he chased Sunniy around the parked cars.

I don’t have no gun! Sunniy yelled back as he kept running looking over his shoulder at Tommy who was getting close. While running Sunniy secretly reached inside of his waist band and pulled out the gun without Tommy noticing and when he ran between two more cars he dropped the gun without Tommy seeing him. Seeing this Tuyseen stopped laughing, but started to back up when Tommy ran past the pistol that slid under one of the cars. Getting tired of running since he no longer had the gun, Sunniy darted from the cars and head for the corner stone steps.

Leave me alone, I don’t got no gun, Sunniy repeatedly shouted as he was running towards the stone steps, but it felled on Tommy’s dead ears and he didn’t want to hear that and before Sunniy could of ascent the steps, Tommy caught up to him.

No ya don’t, where dat fuckin’ pistol at? he asked when he caught Sunniy by the back of his collar before he could reach the steps and pulled him down and then threw him on the ground and started searching him.

Now where’s dat pistol young bul?

I don’t got no pistol, let me go and get off me! Sunniy had pleaded as he was trying to fight Tommy’s hands that were going in and out of his pockets. Seeing that Tommy had caught up with Sunniy, then threw him on the ground and started checking his pockets, Tuyseen ceased laughing and his anger replaced his laughter. He jumped off the steps without Tommy seeing him.

Get off me faggot, I don’t got no gun! Sunniy continued to shout now with tears in his eyes when Tommy pulled out the bundle of money from his pocket.

Ahh shit, I don’t need that pistol now, I got my route money right here, Tommy said excited when he retrieved the money from Sunniy’s pant pocket and stood up as he began to remove the rubber band from around the roll of money. Sunniy jumped up and strived to take back his money, but Tommy was too big for him and Tommy with ease pushed Sunniy back to the ground as he started counting the money.

Give me my money back, Sunniy yelled as he felled to the ground.

This ain’t ya’ money no more, it’s mine now. You better be lucky I’m letting you keep that pistol, he said loudly while turning his back to Sunniy as he continued to count the roll of money.

Ya’ll little niggahs holding a little somethin’ down, he complimented their hustle skills as he wrapped the rubber band back around the money.

You gonna give our ends back Tommy the sucker, the turner, street sucker, Tuyseen said while standing a few feet behind Tommy and Sunniy, with the .38 special in his hand.

Give me my money back Tommy! Sunniy jumped up and repeated and grabbed his arm.

I told you youngin’ you ain’t getting’ nuttin’, he said then this time back kicked Sunniy to the ground.

Yes you is, Tuyseen said raising the gun and pointed it at the back of Tommy, Didn’t I say I ain’t giving nothing back? he said as he put the money in his pocket and turned around when he heard a voice other than Sunniy’s, asked him to give back the money.

You gonna lay with those dead presidents then, Tuyseen said when Tommy turned around and pulled the trigger and put a bullet between Tommy’s eyes and chest. Instantly Tommy fell backwards on his back. Seeing this Sunniy jumped up and Tuyseen ran.

Before Sunniy attempted to follow his companion he ran over to the new soulless body of Tommy Bomb and dug in his.

Champ, you don’t never, even in your grave, fuck with nobody from Blumberg, Sunniy said while taking his money out of Tommy’s then started kicking his lifeless body.

Tuyseen while running stopped when he heard the sirens of a police car and looked back and seen the cop car speeding down the block and saw Sunniy wasn’t behind him, but still at the scene kicking Tommy.

Yo Sunniy, the poe poe come on! he shouted when he seen the cop car get close to the scene. But it was too late for Sunniy because the cop car pulled quickly on the pavement and caught Sunniy assaulting the corpse of Tommy Bomb. Seeing the two black cops jump out the car and grabbed Sunniy, Tuyseen ran on Redner Street and stash the gun in the abandon lot bushes. The two black cops quickly searched Sunniy and handcuffed him and placed him in the back of the car.

He didn’t do nothing, he didn’t do nothing! I did it, let him go! Tuyseen shouted as he was running back to the scene of the crime.

What’s that? one of the cops asked when Tuyseen slowed down running and walked over to the policemen. He stopped in front of them and looked over at Sunniy who was crying while sitting handcuffed in the car.

He didn’t do nuttin’, I did sir, Tuyseen repeated and the two policemen looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and handcuffed Tuyseen and placed him in the vehicle with Sunniy.

Before back-up and the ambulance arrived one of the officers went to examine Tommy’s body. He bent down to see was he alive. Recognizing who Tommy was, he looked around then looked back at Tommy’s lifeless boy. That’s good for you coward, he whispered then spit in the corpse face and smiled.

The black cops took Sunniy and Tuyseen into custody and charged them with robbery. Robbing a dead corpse that is and not murder! One of the officers that locked the two of them up just happen to be the brother of one of Tommy’s rape victim, and Tommy was wanted all over the city for this, especially by his victim that was still hospitalized, family and friends. The officers was so grateful that Sunniy and Tuyseen did a man’s job that they rewarded them by concocting a story up to only have them arrested on robbery charges.

You should of let them little boys go for robbing that bastard, that probably wasn’t his money anyhow. See, what comes around, goes around Jimmy.

You’re right Janice, he told his sister over the hospital phone while she was lying in bed with black eyes, but happy when she was notified to Tommy’s death.

In Juvenile Court, Tuyseen took the case so Sunniy could go home by pleading guilty to the robbery charges.

Judge Reynolds, Sunniy Ahmed didn’t have noting to do with me robbing that guy. He went in the store to get us some candy and I thought the guy was sleeping with some money in his hand so I went over to him and took it. I didn’t know he was dead. I did it, and I’m willing to accept the punishment for it, Tuyseen said while cutting his eyes at Sunniy who stood next to him and over his shoulder at his mother and Brock Kent, along with Sadjah. Accepting the guilty plea, the judge dismissed Sunniy’s charges and sentenced Tuyseen to three years in a juvenile maximum security institution called Caldwell Heights.

Mr. Walker, it’s a shame that you’re so honest, this is the kind of honesty our city can use to better our society, but honesty is justice and today justice must be served, so tell me Mr. Walker, how many pigeons you see over there on the window ledge? the judge asked while pointing to the courtroom windows. When he asked this, Tuyseen and the whole courtroom looked over to the window ledge. Mrs. Walker had her Bible in her hand and looked over to the window at the many pigeons, then closed her eyes, and miraculously many of the birds flew away when Tuyseen started counting.

It’s three of them judge, he answered after completing the count and looked at the judge, who had a relief smile on his face.

Well on this very day, I sentence you Tuyseen Walker to three years confined to a maximum security institution and I truly hope that you learn from your mistakes and take advantage of what education and vocation that the institution has to offer. I could of sent you up state with hard criminals, remember that. This court is adjourned, the judge said looking at the two black arresting officers who was standing in the back of the courtroom smiling. The judge slightly nodded his head and left for his chamber.

Take care Tuyseen, with glossy eyes when the Sherriff was coming towards them.

You too Sunniy, Tuyseen said and they both embraced each other and after the rest of the family fare welled Tuyseen, the Sherriff took him away, to go start his bid.

While Tuyseen was incarcerated in Caldwell Heights, Sunniy continued to sell drugs for Brock, he even became Brock’s student, then he started committing burglaries with another young man named Damiyon Fetsher from West Philly that he met while visiting his cousin around Hoop Street. Sunniy and him became close crime partners while Tuyseen served his sentence. Sunniy always made sure Tuyseen was well taken care of and updated on all that happened in the hood. He sent him the flyest and newest gear and outstanding pictures of him, girls and the neighborhood. One day while Tuyseen was picking up one of his many packages that come from Sunniy and his stepfather and mother, his counselor Willy asked him a question one day.

Mr. Walker, I must say, you’re really loved out there in Philly. Are you really 14 years old? he asked Tuyseen while staring at his tall and bulky frame that was not normal for a 14 year old.

You got my records, check it, he responded then walked out the counselor office.

That young man is too wise for his age, Willy said to himself as he watched Tuyseen leave his office and didn’t even close the door behind him.

He received a money order from Sunniy faithfully. He also received visits from him every week when he came up with Mr. Walker.

Up Seen, man I can break ya’ outta’ this jam if you want me to cuz man it’s sweet out there, and we want you home, Sunniy said while looking around the visitor room.

This ain’t nuttin’ little homie, just play your part I’ll be there. It’s not the set back, it’s the get back, Tuyseen said then smiled.

Well baby just keep reading your Bible. Come on Sunniy we have to go, Ms. Walker said and Tuyseen embraced them and looked them on so they left the visiting room.

Everything that Sunniy participated in he made sure Tuyseen was notified about it. He kept him posted with all the hood activities, the game, the old losers and now winners. This enabled Tuyseen to focus on his future. He had earned much respect from other prisoners in the Heights due to his rationality and thorough character. He was given the nickname Tuyseen da Dream by his roommates from Pittsburgh. He was living like a don, so they gave him that name. Him and Sunniy corresponded with each other on the daily basis, and every letter ended with the same reminder from Sunniy,

"Your blood is my blood and we’ll fulfill our dreams.

Focus on your bid, while I’m stacking this cream.

A real one,

Sunniy, J.T.O. 4 life!"

While Tuyseen was doing his time, Sunniy was flipping the money that him and Tuyseen saved up while they was hustling together. Brock Kent continued to school Sunniy and Sunniy stuck to the teaching. By time Tuyseen’s sentence ended in ’84, Sunniy had establish himself and was up to three kilo’s and twenty seven thousand and he was only 14 years old pushing a 1983 BMW that Brock’s connect gave him when Sunniy proved to everyone that he could drive Brock’s big Lincoln Town Car. When Tuyseen came home Sunniy threw him a party in Disco 2000.

The day Tuyseen came home everyone at the party was enjoying themselves. Tuyseen was standing by a small table drinking fruit punch while talking to a female.

Hey Seen, I gotta holla at you for a minute big bro, Sunniy shouted while walking across the dance floor past people that were dancing to the music.

What you want Sunniy? he asked when Sunniy came close.

Come on I gotta holla at you, this girl ain’t going nowhere, come on, Sunniy said putting his arm around Tuyseen’s neck and pulled him away.

Man you got big as a house Seen, here this is yours, Sunniy said when they stopped in the back of the Disco and he gave him the same book bag that they used when they were young.

I was lifting them weights viciously up the heights and doing push ups. What’s this? Tuyseen asked when Sunniy handed him the bag.

It’s a brick and a half and thirty five hundred, that’s straight down the middle and here, this is yours too, Sunniy said handing him a key chain with two car keys on it. That day Sunniy took Tuyseen over his connect house that Brock introduced him to before Brock got gunned down and murdered in ’83. The connect loved their loyalty and eagerness, heart, and ambition to rise to the top. He seen a lot of potential in them and five pounds on co-signment. When Brock got murdered the connect took Sunniy under his wing and called him his godson.

Excuse me, but what is your name? Tuyseen asked when he heard the connect’s strange accent.

My name is Ingy, Tuyseen, he answered with a smile and escorted them to the door to leave.

Sunniy and Tuyseen stepped up to the plate to fulfill their long awaited dreams. They started taking the streets by storm, but Sunniy couldn’t leave the small crime alone and got busted in ’92 for robbing a jewelry store.

 . . . So give me some news I can use, Sunniy wildly asked while leaning up on the bed and picked up the television remote control.

That’s the reason I called your family.

I’m listenin’ then, Sunniy said while flicking through the channels from the remote and stopped on the channel on a cartoon channel that was showing the Thundercats.

You’re getting too big for your britches little one, but anyway your mans and them just come up on a spectacular sting, and got like a quarter mil from Italian Anthony Tertezla up Chestnut Hill.

Hold up Seen, who’s my man and them? he asked turning the volume down on the T.V. from the remote control up.

Your man Dame and Jock, what you don’t know them no more? Tuyseen asked while unzipping his pillowcase.

Seen, look man, that cat isn’t my man, friend or none of that. He’s a ghost that played himself when I got gripped for that robbery jam. He crossed me, he ain’t circle no more. The bul Jock is cool, but that Dame’s rodie so he ain’t circle either. A matter of fact, why I’m explaining myself again, you already know what it’s hitten’ for.

Naw fam, I just like it when you go into your Sosa bag. ‘Toney don’t never cross me Toney’, Tuyseen said imitating the Columbian character voice off the movie Scarface and they started laughing.

Yo Seen, how you know they came up? ’Cause that’s definitely a come up.

Come on little brother, you know suckers can’t keep their mouths closed. Plus I called Anthony ’cause he kept beeping me and he snapped out talking about I hot him touched. I thought he was joking, so I told him that if he didn’t feel me physically, I didn’t touch him and he said some shit in Italian and banged the phone on me. Also, I know because I’m the one that turned Dame on when I went to holla at Anthony about something and I had Dame with me. When I seen Anthony’s security was sweet like candy, I told Dame to get him, but Dame was bitching about how he ain’t gonna do it cause Anthony down with the mafia and all this other stuff. But that was the fake out though so he wouldn’t break me off.

I don’t even know why you put that nut onto something. I told you when I was up the Burg that he was slippery as a snake, Sunniy reminded him while changing the channels.

Yeah, you did after I took the chump with me, then came to visit you up Holmesburg. So go ahead with that, cause if Tuyseen, me, if I knew he stole something from you when you got knocked a year ago, I would of put him in the obituary section of the daily news.

I know Seen and that was definitely a major come up for his size. If it wasn’t for his sister I was hittin’, I would of placed him in the newspaper myself, so that’s why… . Sunniy! Sadjah picked up the phone and yelled, cutting short Sunniy’s sentence.

What’s up Sadjah?

Boy, I told you that my friend is on the other line, I’ll appreciate it if you, hurry up! she said softly then snapped out.

I clicked over and told her to hold on for a few minutes and she told me to tell you that she’ll hit ya back when she comes back from the store, he said smiling at the story he concocted.

Yeah, well call me when she calls back. This is a lying ass boy. Mika lazy ass live next door to the store and she’s definitely not walking when she got all them damn nieces and nephews, Sadjah said then spoke to herself.

Well hang up then girl!

Mind your business crazy Tuyseen, she snapped back.

Go ahead twin, I’ll holla when she call back.

You bettah, se said, and hung the phone up.

Tuyseen, hold on for a tick, man you and Sadjah is crazy, Sunniy said as he clicked over to the other line.

Hello.

Yes, who is this? Where’s Sadjah? Sadjah’s friend asked

Look, I’m Sadjah’s brother, she want you to holla back in like 15 minutes, ’cause she went to make a run for me.

Oh this is her brother Sunniy, her twin right? Well this is Mika, she said in a sassy slur.

Listen just call her back, Mika.

Do you have an all out chic on your side? she asked in a seductive voice.

Naw why?

So can I… before she could even complete her sentence Sunniy flipped back on line with Tuyseen.

Yo Seen, what’s up?

Yeah I’m here, why you laughing Sunniy, what’s so funny?

Man these flowers is wild for real. Go ahead and finish what you was saying before Sadjah jumped on your heels.

Damn what I was saying man? Oh yeah, about what Dame did. He took all that cash and Terror too! Tuyseen said when he’d recalled their conversation. When he mentioned Terror, this startled Sunniy, he turned the TV off and jumped up from the bed and walked over to the bedroom window and stared outside as the rain poured down hard on the black street tar…

Terror is the nickname of the most pure and potent cocaine that ever arrived from China and Asia and founded it’s way into the United States. The cocaine had been pushed into the U.S. abundantly and took America by surprise! This pure drug earned the nickname ‘Terrorize", Terror for short, because of all the damage it has done since it had arrived on the States’ soil. All deaths and imprisonments that had stemmed from this notorious drug had struck fear and terror in the drug dealers, addicts and their families through the country. So its name became known as Terrorize! Terror for the street.

 . . . Did you hear what I just said Sunniy? Tuyseen asked him.

Yeah, yeah, I heard that. So how much money and Terror they took? Sunniy asked when he snapped out of his deep thoughts.

"I don’t know, I do know that he got