I walked outta her house and went over Kronic’s way. As I drove down the block, the hood saw that I was home. Everybody started to show me love.
When I got down to Kronic’s house, that nigga was walking outta his door with a smile on his face, clapping his hands.
“Welcome home, nigga!” He lifted his glass in the air.
I walked up on his porch with the duffel bag tight in one hand as I dapped him up.
We sat down on Kronic’s porch, and he fixed me a drink.
“You know your girl was out here.”
I nodded, taking the glass from him. “Yeah, I heard.”
I took a sip, and he stared at me.
“You okay?” he asked. “What the girl did, most wouldn’t, you should appreciate that she held yo ass down.”
“She left me,” I said bluntly, looking up and down the block.
Kronic was about to take a sip of his drink when he stopped.
“Damn, nigga, I’m…” he said, then paused, making me look over at him. “Nigga, what the fuck did you do?”
I tried not to laugh, but the nigga face was twisted up.
“Aye, stop playin’ with me,” I said, trying to play it off.
Kronic wouldn’t let up. “Nah, nigga, what did you do?”
I shook my head. “You know how I would get work for Trina?”
“Yeah…”
“The bitch kept popping up when I was locked, then sent a pic of us to my phone.”
Kronic shook his head. “Nigga, I told you years ago that bitch was gonna haunt you.”
I agreed with him, that nigga said that shit the first time I came to his crib with her daddy crack.
“I know, but crazy part is, I told the bitch I was done.”
Kronic laughed, a lil’ too hard for the way I was feeling.
“You thought that bird bitch was going to listen to you? That’s the same bitch that daddy only gave her that shit to keep her away from him.”
“I took the easy way out. Islah wanted a family, marriage, babies, and all that. And nigga, I was ready to give it to her until that bitch fucked it up.”
“You thought that poppin’ up was gonna keep Islah around? Nigga, you dumb as hell.”
I stood up and walked to the steps, watching cars go by.
“I can’t let her go… not like that.”
“Then what the fuck are you gonna do, nigga? Have you talked to her?”
I nodded. “I’ve tried, she’s not tryin’ to hear it. She told Bully she’s moving but wouldn’t say where.”
“Damn, nigga, you might have just let her move on and see if she ever comes back.”
