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I t wasn’t my first time being locked up but this was the longest I had stayed in here before posting bail.

Since my bond was denied, I was stuck to just making phone calls until my paperwork was cleared up for visits.

I walked down to the dirty ass phones and dialed Lucky’s number and waited for him to answer.

“Yo, what’s up nigga? You need anything?”

“Nah, I’m good. How is Merci?”

“She’s doing good. She’s waiting to see you.”

“Yeah, I’m waiting on they pussy ass to fix my shit but they prolonging it on purpose I think.”

“You know how they do. I put some more money on your books and shit. As soon as I’m able to see you, I’ll be there. Has the lawyer been there?”

“Yeah, but he still doesn’t have a clue who put me on the murder scene.”

“We’ll talk ‘bout it later. We know you ain’t do this shit.”

“Can you see if you can get my daughter? I don’t want her in the system and shit. If it’s too much, I understand.”

“Nigga, when it comes to my family, nothing is too much. I got you. When I get off the phone with you, I’ll go see what I gotta do.”

“Tell Blessyn don’t fire me either.”

“She ain’t fuckin’ with me like that. I’ll make sure she knows you asked ‘bout her.”

“It’ll work out bruh. Don’t even push the issue. Let the shit flow like it’s gonna flow. Sis will come around sooner or later. Y’all got a baby coming soon. That always bring you back together.”

“Yeah, I hear you lil’ nigga.”

“I’ll holla at you tomorrow. These muthafucka’s bothering me ‘bout my time on the phone and I got a nigga starin’ in my fuckin’ face.”

“Don’t get in any trouble in there.”

“Never that, but I’ll never let a pussy nigga try me. Holla at you.”

“Bet.”

I hung up the phone and tried to walk by the nigga staring at me.

I knew who the fuck he was, but he was a bitch ass nigga and he wasn’t about to get me another charge.

As soon as he grabbed my arm I snapped and broke his hand.

Word got around quick why I was locked up and now I was face to face with one of Lexus baby daddies.

The nigga was about forty but he wasn’t shit.

I punched him in the nose and watched the blood gush from his face.

Before I could really give it to his ass, they were pulling me away and locking me away.

When the door shut on me, I realized I had his blood on my hands.

I was so frustrated with this whole situation that I could kill me a muthafucka right now.

Being caged in only made me angrier. I sat on the floor in the corner trying to calm myself down when the door popped open and a guard walked.

He was a little taller than me but looked like some corny ass nerd.

“Fuck you want?”

“I ain’t here to start no shit,” he threw his hands up. “While you’re here, wanna take over this muthafucka?”

I stood up to let this nigga know I’ll beat his ass too. If he thought he was going to come in here on some bullshit, he had the wrong nigga.

“Fuck outta here with that shit. I don’t fuckin’ know you.”

“You can fight in this muthafucka all day or you can make they ass respect you when you the supplier in this bitch. I’m here to help. Been trying to get down with you and your brother for a while now.”

I looked his ass up and down, “Who sent you ‘cause you already talking too muthafuckin’ much.”

“No one sent me. I’ll give you all my information so you can check me out if you want to. I’m not here to get you in any shit or get back at you. I want to be down so I can feed my family. This job ain’t it.”

I looked his ass up and down. “I don’t believe you. Get me the fuck outta this hole and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’m on it.”

The next morning, I was being moved back to my cell.

They had moved Lexus baby daddy somewhere else so there wouldn’t be any more confrontation between us.

I made contact with the correctional officer again so I could get some more information out of him.

I needed that nigga mama name, baby mama name, his address and everything.

He thought he was going to slide in without me finding out who he was.

What me and my brother ran was top secret and we tried to stay as clean as possible.

Now that cutting hair was starting to make me a nice amount of money, I was about to give the shit up once my other daughter was born now that this shit happened, the streets was still where my heart was at.

“Aye, Perce. Let me holla at you real quick,” one of the inmates yelled.

He was an older nigga with a few golds in his mouth. With all the jailhouse tattoos he had, he was used to being here. I walked over to him and dapped him up. The tattoo on his hand let me know he was in the hood with my pops and that’s how he knew me.

“Your pops told me to look out for you.”

“I don’t need nobody looking out for me. I’m grown as fuck.”

“Pipe down youngin’. That hotheaded shit gon’ land you right back in that small ass box you just came out of. I got information for you that may help your case.” He looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Your witness is your baby mama daughter.”