"I never felt so deceitful. The pain I caused effected me as if it was done to me, but I...it was I. Never will I be forgiven for this, I prayed to God and felt ignored..."
January 13th year 2003, it was a morning unlike any other morning, I woke up and kissed her cheek, gave my Lord thanks and proceeded to the kitchen. Eggs cooking over easy, turkey bacon and a piece of fruit. My wife always slept in on the weekends, and I was headed out to a much needed a.m jog. I wanted to clear my head from the shit I went through the night before. You see, I'm a club owner, a very successful club owner, who backed the life I lived as a much more successful drug pusher, baller, trafficker yeah, yeah what ever you wanna call me. I was trying to rid my life of this, so thats where the club came into play.
I mean I have a beautiful life, the biggest house on my block, a super model for a wife and a beautiful daughter, who I simply adored. I often told myself this is the life, but like most dealers, we see no dead end, but my story, my story was a little different.
Serenity: (The Night)
You would think that the life I had would be enough and would please most. I had an appetite for Serenity, the local chic who had my back better than most of my crew. She would inform me on rival dealers and she knew most of the ones who would be a threat to my success.
When I would stress out she'll make me laugh and whisper small prayers and my ear. I would tell her that she was wicked, coming in my club on Friday's and Saturday's then make her way to church on Sunday's. Serenity was'nt like other chics I'd meet and you can tell that she really was a good girl but like a hood nigga and loved to be in the club scene. We remained good friends and flirted in a friendly way. Hell, I cant lie she was all that, but I loved my wife and she knew I did.
The Visit:
January 12th 2003, shots fired outside the club and my nigga Dreece is down!! Everything I believed in, my God, my life all came to an end. All I saw was revenge and the plot I would play in it. Police in my face, and my crew were put in handcuffs as if they murdered my man. I called my wife cause I felt uneasy about her and my daughters safety. I told wifey what happen and told her I would be home as soon as I clear the club and speak to Dreece's wife. This will be hard, damn...as hard as I was I cried. Shit dog, Dreece and I go way back and he was gone just like that! A shot to the head and in the back layed my man down, and these fucking pigs wont even cover his body up. My man is just evidence, no longer a person.
I was able to clear the club and my wife showed up with open arms. She was so in joy that I was alive, cause she knew those bullets should've been for me just like I did. Serenity looked on as the cops questioned her for about an hour or so. My wife immediately yells at me about the life I'm living, and Im trying to calm her down cause the cops were listening in.
After speaking to Dreece's wife, we both headed home to a night of reflecting and no sleep. My wife just did'nt understand, and damn near blamed me. Though my wife and I seeked God for help, we slept insted.
Thats where I'm at now...the next day, and I hunger for a higher power. The jog is not doing it for me. I just stood there in the middle of my run and screamed! The ring of my cell phone calmed me, and it was Serenity. Her soft voice cut my rage and half, as she ask me if I was ok. I told her not really, and she said that I should pray about it. Is she serious? I asked her, how and where do I start? She replied, "come by...and I'll pray with you".
One Prayer:
This is and was my story. I know a few of you asked yourself what do he mean and where is he going with this. I feel that infidelity is the ultimate crime against a marriage, but what if you prayed with the one that you commited adulltry with? The crime is high and I may have hell to pay. I did'nt kiss her, I did'nt sleep with her but I prayed with her....One Night, One Prayer...
To Be Continued...This is the short version for this blog and The stage play is Coming Soon!
January 13th year 2003, it was a morning unlike any other morning, I woke up and kissed her cheek, gave my Lord thanks and proceeded to the kitchen. Eggs cooking over easy, turkey bacon and a piece of fruit. My wife always slept in on the weekends, and I was headed out to a much needed a.m jog. I wanted to clear my head from the shit I went through the night before. You see, I'm a club owner, a very successful club owner, who backed the life I lived as a much more successful drug pusher, baller, trafficker yeah, yeah what ever you wanna call me. I was trying to rid my life of this, so thats where the club came into play.
I mean I have a beautiful life, the biggest house on my block, a super model for a wife and a beautiful daughter, who I simply adored. I often told myself this is the life, but like most dealers, we see no dead end, but my story, my story was a little different.
Serenity: (The Night)
You would think that the life I had would be enough and would please most. I had an appetite for Serenity, the local chic who had my back better than most of my crew. She would inform me on rival dealers and she knew most of the ones who would be a threat to my success.
When I would stress out she'll make me laugh and whisper small prayers and my ear. I would tell her that she was wicked, coming in my club on Friday's and Saturday's then make her way to church on Sunday's. Serenity was'nt like other chics I'd meet and you can tell that she really was a good girl but like a hood nigga and loved to be in the club scene. We remained good friends and flirted in a friendly way. Hell, I cant lie she was all that, but I loved my wife and she knew I did.
The Visit:
January 12th 2003, shots fired outside the club and my nigga Dreece is down!! Everything I believed in, my God, my life all came to an end. All I saw was revenge and the plot I would play in it. Police in my face, and my crew were put in handcuffs as if they murdered my man. I called my wife cause I felt uneasy about her and my daughters safety. I told wifey what happen and told her I would be home as soon as I clear the club and speak to Dreece's wife. This will be hard, damn...as hard as I was I cried. Shit dog, Dreece and I go way back and he was gone just like that! A shot to the head and in the back layed my man down, and these fucking pigs wont even cover his body up. My man is just evidence, no longer a person.
I was able to clear the club and my wife showed up with open arms. She was so in joy that I was alive, cause she knew those bullets should've been for me just like I did. Serenity looked on as the cops questioned her for about an hour or so. My wife immediately yells at me about the life I'm living, and Im trying to calm her down cause the cops were listening in.
After speaking to Dreece's wife, we both headed home to a night of reflecting and no sleep. My wife just did'nt understand, and damn near blamed me. Though my wife and I seeked God for help, we slept insted.
Thats where I'm at now...the next day, and I hunger for a higher power. The jog is not doing it for me. I just stood there in the middle of my run and screamed! The ring of my cell phone calmed me, and it was Serenity. Her soft voice cut my rage and half, as she ask me if I was ok. I told her not really, and she said that I should pray about it. Is she serious? I asked her, how and where do I start? She replied, "come by...and I'll pray with you".
One Prayer:
This is and was my story. I know a few of you asked yourself what do he mean and where is he going with this. I feel that infidelity is the ultimate crime against a marriage, but what if you prayed with the one that you commited adulltry with? The crime is high and I may have hell to pay. I did'nt kiss her, I did'nt sleep with her but I prayed with her....One Night, One Prayer...
To Be Continued...This is the short version for this blog and The stage play is Coming Soon!
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