Killing Me Softly

Ronald

I was devastated after hearing the word of Desiree's passing. That was my baby. She was only twenty-six, one year younger than me. I had to pull over to gather my thoughts. My emotions were beginning to cloud my judgement. This next move I couldn't fuck up.

Once I was ready, I had one of my boys come switch cars with me at the nearby gas station. I rode down 173rd and seen David outside with some old lady. It was dark as hell outside, but at this point I didn't give a fuck. Something had to be done. Besides, why should I care after you killed my damn seed?

I rolled down my window and emptied my whole clip on that fuck nigga before riding off.