G.A.B.O.S. PDF Download

Author: Tyler Gore
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1483640949
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 179

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"Damn, it's been a long time coming. But it's finally here," Pokey said to no one in particular, as the day arrived for him to be released from the prison that held him hostage against his own will for the last eighteen months, day by day, as he walked out the open gates. He was blinded by the bright sun. Reaching up to cover his eyes, he heard a horn blowing. Looking around for the sound of the horn, he spotted his mother's beat-up Honda. As he watched his mother get out of the car and slowly walk toward him, Pokey had one thing in mind. "Man, I gotta make sum Major Doe," he was thinking, as his mother reached out and gave him a hug. "Thanks, Mom. Glad I didn't have to ride that stank-ass bus all the way home," he told his mother, who just smiled as she turned around and made her way back to the car, with Pokey on her heels. "I don't know what you coming on this side for," his mother said, pushing him over to the driver's side. "You driving," she said. "I gotta get some beauty sleep," she said, sliding in the car. On the ride home, it was quiet, with Pokey in his own thoughts. As he was listening to his mother snore lightly, he promised, "Momma, I'mma make shit happen." Being in prison, Pokey learned a lot, but he also learned that if you want something bad enough, you gotta go get it. With that in mind and the words Old School used to tell him all the time. "Young blood, you gotta be ruthless in the game of life. Sometimes you will be forced to bite the hands that feed you, so always keep in mind game ain't based on sympathy. If a motherfucker wanna get in your way, don't hesitate to roll over them, and leave them where they lay." As he was in deep thought, his mother brought him back to the here and now. "So, boy, now that you free, what you gonna do to stay free?" his mother asked, turning in her seat to face him. "Whatever I gotta do," Pokey said, keeping it real. "So you gonna get a job?" his mother asked. "Never, Mom. You know me. I ain't working no nine-to-five for no minimum wage so that working shit is dead," he said. While driving, as he looked out the corner of his eye, he saw his mother shake her head, as she closed her eyes and stopped talking. But he went back to thinking. "Damn shit crazy, when ya own momma trying to keep you down, she on some get a job' shit, but I'mma live and die in the streets." As he pulled up in the projects, where they stayed, he noticed nothing has changed, but changes were about to take place, if he had something to do with it. "My thing is, to be paid and get my game sharper than a motherfucking razor blade." As he pulled up and parked, he said, "Ma, we here." Waking up, all his mother did was look at him, then exit the car. As Pokey watched his mother enter the house, he said, "This the shit I'm talking about, a nigga been gone eighteen months, leave with nothing and come home with nothing, so it's time I make something." Looking around, shaking his head at all the dirty buildings that held this project together, his last thought was, "Now I gotta get some soldiers on my team and make this picture come to life," as he looked around one more time before walking into the house. He mumbled, "GABOS, this time around, that's how it's gonna be. Niggaz showed no love, they receive none." With that being said, he walked into the house ready to take a nice long shower before he could formulate his next move, not forgetting his next move better be his best move 'cause GABOS.