Accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative. However, this nigga couldn’t eliminate the negative. The cops were on his ass. He had an old white lady and man tied up in their basement… This shit was wicked crazy! His face was all over the news. Nigga couldn’t win. He knew that he was going to lose. He didn’t even know the play—but he was deep in the game. He was losing his cool and becoming paranoid. He kept peeping out the windows and peephole.
The gun was still in his hand. The mask was still over his face. He was rummaging through the old white people’s home, trying to find the safe. He already found the four-four, some extra bullets and an AK. A find that accentuated the positive. Now, he was even more prepared for war.
Two hostages. He was going out on his own terms, guns ablazing. Most likely racing down the expressway, busting the AK, screaming come and get me! Lord have mercy on these old white people.
They were both gagged with their hands tied behind their backs, and their feet were duck taped up. They were crying and squirming, asking the Lord to not allow this nigga to hurt them. He said that he wouldn’t hurt them as long as they did nothing to make him nervous. The old white lady was wondering, was this the nigger I saw on Fox? If so, he was sure to take them out.
The old white man couldn’t believe that he brought this nigger home to his wife. He was a fool and a coward. He was sorry. This should’ve been over before it started. Now, this nigger was all in their home, and they were his hostages!
Damn! They were fresh out of retirement, straight to being murdered by a nigger! Tears ran down their faces.
This nigga’s heart was still racing, and he hadn’t stopped pacing yet. He was wondering, where the safe at? He was smoking a Camel that he found in the same draw as the ammo. Looks like there’s no money… What a negative. He had to blow this spot before someone came, such as a relative. Then he would have to eliminate the relative to accentuate the positive. If the pigs caught him in this crib, with them old white people tied up in the basement, he was dead – right here! If he left, he was dead! The law was squirming, so many negatives.
If these white people weren’t old, he would’ve tortured them until they told him where the bread was, but they were old and he still had a soul. As long as the law didn’t show up, he would let them keep their souls. That was a positive.
This nigga wasn’t rested. Smoke was the only thing that he ingested. He couldn’t eat, it felt like his intestines were knotted up. As soon as the sun went down he would blow this town. Throw the wig on, old lady disguise, sail out on an Uber ride. Sounds like that was the play to be made.
However, the play to be made was botched in the development of SWAT. He saw the truck pass by as he peeked out of the window. Damn! He was panicking. What was the next move? He backed himself in a corner. He should’ve kept it moving. A negative. His back was against the wall so shit was likely to get reckless.
The old white lady was wiggling and squirming, trying to get untied. She knocked over the shelves and the vases fell. “Hmm!” she was crying, trying to scream through the gag. The old white man was trying his best to get loose, he needed to save his wife. If he could get loose, he had a pistol that he could get to. Turn this negative situation into a positive. Kill this nigga! He’ll be the hero that brings this nigger’s end. Standing ovation. He was almost loose. For this nigger, he was grabbing the noose or tying him to the train tracks.
Before this nigga spent off, he had to back track, grab the bag, and make sure that the two old white people were where he left them at. Damn! The old white man was almost loose. This nigga smacked him with the gun, “don’t make me murder you!” He wrapped them up tighter and gagged them up harder. The nigga was blowing this spot, it was a positive that the two old white people didn’t get shot. He was taking his chances walking down the road. Hugging the inside of the tree-line would be his disguise. Trying to hitchhike off into the midnight.
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