harden

"You a gangsta, do what you gotta do, you feel me homie". [youngsta scared he survey his surrounding the block is oddly silent the sun blaring down with it's heat but dog in his hands make him feel cold he just looks at it knowing what he gotta do, 2 weeks ago his little brother was gunned down.] "o.k. big homie". "handle your bussiness". [he put the heartless beast in his waistband tucked underneath his shirt. Youngsta sits in the backseat of a police car handcuffed, his mother tears won't set him free, her pain is his own prison, he just turns away, she yearns to hold him one last time.]