" whatever the devil is putting in your mind is only your imagination, it ain't tru " pastor Alsina told his wife
" you strut around this town in ya fine suits, driving ya fancy cars because of me! Okay, people look at you and they see a fancy preacher and they respect you because of me! I did that! " she poked him in the forehead
He sighed trying to ignore her
" you hearing me! "
" you know I love you, I don't know why you going thru this .. I would never step out on you, that's why I bring you fresh flowers everyday I bring you your favorite chocolates everyday, do I not? "
" chocolates! You think I'm some kinda fool, huh? You wanna list of the women and men I done seen you messing with .. and you call yo self a man of god " she pushed his head again
" I work hard and I'm not gone have you spending my money on some bimbos or whores, you hear me! "
He pointed his finger in her face " see that's what it is, this ain't about no women it's about money.. but don't you worry about nothing we straight baby "
" the kids have aged out of the system that means no more checks, so now what "
" don't worry about that, listen come here " he pulled her to him " the insurance policy is gone pay off "
" what insurance "
" look I talked to the lord and prayed about it and it's all covered " he smiled
" you ain't gotta worry about a thang, you getting yaself all worked up over nothing.. we've been through rougher thangs it's okay "
" I'm getting real sick of your lies you know that "
" come on baby " he kissed her cheek " I'm fena head down to the church, I don't feel like fussing with you no more today "
Alsina went to the church did a lil preaching then they had a dinner afterwards
" boy you just like yo daddy, see you and I gotta thing for the women and they gotta thing for us it's who we are.. ain't no sense in fighting it " Alsina told his son
" dad what are you talking about "
" your young friend you introduced me to "
" oh shanti? Nah we're just friends "
He took his glasses off " boy you ain't hitting that? You must be crazy, I know you got sickle cell but damn be smart son .. you ain't have enough for breakfast, lunch, and dinner or sum what's wrong wit' cha "
" I mean don't get me wrong she's really pretty really cool but she not my girlfriend "
" if that's the case you wouldn't mind if I got to know her better, ya know if that's coo wit chu cause you my boy "
" yeah sure, by all means go ahead " he lied
" alright cool, my man .. I'll see you at home then but remember don't tell your stepmom about any of this "
" yes sir you have my word "
Pastor Alsina son wanted to be just like him until he learned what type of person his father really was.. a con artist who sales the community fake hope.. in church preaching and singing on Sunday but ina streets with prostituties on Saturday
