Rewind

The large black male laid on the ground with a bullet in heart and an extra in his face. The tears from his girlfriend's eyes reverberated through the hood, while his mother's cries caused a shudder in the hearts of mothers who lost their sons to the constant war in the Calio projects. The male was shot walking out of his mother's home.
But then the tears on his girlfriend's face retreated back into her large, hazel eyes and his mother's cries sounded like the devil speaking . Her face transformed into that monstrous look of shock watching her son falling up slowly off of the ground. The girlfrend ran backwards to her position across the street as the crowddispersed back into their dilapidated houses just outside of the projects. Nothing in the world happens like it does in Calio.
The woman's face began to transform back into it's motherly form as the look of only concern came over her as she entered the house backwards. The door closed in front of her and the girlfriend's hysterical running slowed to a complete stop as she stood in front of the chinese store. She stood in the New Orleans sun and her beautiful brown complexion proved to be the sun's only competition. Her long hair was braided in long, black plaits that fell on top of her supple breasts. She stood like a goddess with her well formed legs serving as her pedestal. Everyone in the City knew KiKi. Her beauty stood out in the city.
Her man's head had lowered in an apparent nod to his main. The killers returned from run with their guns drawn. The bullets exited out of the male who recieved them and fled into the pistols. The large blast sounds reverberated throughout the hood as children and adults alike sought shelterin the concrete makings of the notorious projects and inside the store and houses that surrounded it. The sparks returned to the gun and the guns became hidden under the black tees of the murderous young men adorning their dreds under their large tee shirts. The look of intent in their eyes spelled out a tale of murder.The killers ran back into the hot car and plotted their come up.
The large black male walked back into his mother's house and walked back into his mother's living room and returned his arms into an exasperated position. "Damn ma, iiight I'm gone, just hope them peoples don't steal me!"
He put the pistol that rested on the table coffee table and placed it back into his pocket. "You minus well put that lil' pistol you call ya' self holding on the table ri' chere. I looked the other way when you started bringin' in that money, but you doin' too much now, ya' heard. Need to calm down wit' yo goofy ass, lil' nigga."
His mother shook her head and her son walked backwards into the kitchen. He stopped at the red beans and rice that stewed on the stove and the fried chicken that rested on the counter as it cooled. The chicken that was being devoured by the young man was returned whole to the pan it rested in, despite his mother's shouts . "Boy you better get out that chicken, DeDe."
DeDe walked back up to the stairs and took his tall black tee off. He walked back into his old room and placed the tee back on the dresser. He put the pistol back into the drawer and removed his belt andplaced it by the pistol. He removed his pants and threw them on the dresser on top of his shirt. He placed the sleep from his eyes back in his eyes with his fingers. He crawled back into the bed and grabbed the off the hook phone. He started the conversation with an, "Iight.", and it ended with a, "Wazaam." the middle was only filled with his girlfirend telling him to come outside. he placed his phone back on the hook and his eyes fell back into their sleep position.
His day started just as it had everyday, only it ended with his life being stolen. Tomorrow is never promised.