WildFlowaz

By Hashim Rasta 7

Welcome to a world where the masters play and the lames submit. The rules are very clear, " Survive or Die". Every crew begins with a certain agenda, yet 'Leaf' has other plans for his crew. The streets have no heart, they swallow the good and the bad. What happens when the masters become undermined by the hand not seen in their own yards?

 

'Leaf' knows that his 'hourglass' is running almost out. The sex, drugs, murder, and violence are creating guerrillas on top of his goon unit. His team is ruthless, and his past has many skeletons, still his vision is directed towards his team winning against all odds. The streets have their own ways of sucking your dreams from under you, and the 'Game' has its own way of dictating your policies. Remember, "Even the president pays the professional spin artists to keep his secrets guarded". Leaf has one shot in this human chess game and he plans to shoot it to the max, or else, "Click, Clack, Bang!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: AL-IVE ENTERPRISES
• Release date: Jan 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781386036807

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Note from Author

Iknew one day I would have to explain to you all exactly who I was! As you can see, I am very passionate as to my creative work. I was in the slums of the Motor City. I graduated from Denby High School in 1988 and went to the U.S Navy. Upon my return I enrolled in Lansing Community College, by then I was swallowed up by the streets and was heavy into the game.

I basically lived a double life. I was very athletic and played the alto saxophone as if I were the seed of Charlie Parker. I've always been a very curious man; I've also used my mind several times to advance and be recognized.

When I first started writing these FlowaZ, I did it to feel a particular closeness to a core of people I held no personal relationship with. This was my way to just escape into a world that was vastly separate from the many worlds that entered into my mind often.

Even as a child I lived in the world a lot different than my peers around me. I would listen a lot because I was always trying to learn how to navigate my own routes. My mother taught me how to live life free of fear, embrace every step as if it were my last. A lot of things I didn't understand but I never let the ways of others effect what I had going on.

I saw an era in the Motor City that consisted of harsh crimes and heavy drug addiction. The average brother or sister would have thrown their towel in under most of the circumstances. I was forced to make a decision about my ventures to the U.S. Navy only enhanced my blurred vision of what it takes to live life on its terms and I wasn’t ready! Some of our country’s strongest were ready to risk their lives for my Asiatic nations’ peace and freedom, yet I merely saw them all as human zombies daily.

I should have fought bravely and valiantly in a true effort to protect and serve, yet I failed to comprehend. As a man, I apologize to you, my brethren and sisters in the world. I was revolutionary naive. If it be the will of Jah Rastafari Haile Selassie I, I shall educate you all through these sacred scrolls of such said, WildFlowaZ. Peace, Royal Seeds.

I am Hashim Rasta (7).

Acknowledgements

* Note To all Thoroughbreds *

WildFlowaZ is a collective ‘overstanding’ of how to face life on its terms. Everyone has some idea to manifest some form of empire. It's up to the best of us to reach deep into the thoughts and actions of those who are sincere and do what is right in order to bring forth this manifestation of a beautiful agenda, representation of a person’s creation.

As a youngster, I was forced to grow into a man. The streets and ghettos of Detroit, Michigan were raw and uncut. Through WildFlowaZ, I created something I thought was a manifestation of something great and I brought my ideas to the big stage. A lot of people witnessed my potential, but in prison, usually talk is just what it is—Simply just talk—just not for me. I don’t just talk, I get it done. At one time, I felt as if my entire world would come to an end and my story would never be heard or seen on the big stage. Then, out of nowhere, I ran into this beautiful Baroness named Kimberly T. She introduced me to a new chain of thought and ritual from our Ancestors and Orisha's. I must admit, at first, I was very skeptical because this was a white sister teaching me about my blackness. I thought she had some sort of angle, but it turned out she was absolutely correct.

Through my dire will and determination, I knew if I had any chance at securing my freedom for me and my comrades, I had to come correct. I constantly explained my creative works to all the ones I loved, yet none believed me by the way I acted. Some didn't have the fire and drive in their hearts that I had. Maybe they felt my freedom wasn't as valuable. I didn’t let that stop me. Couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop me.

I was forced through the politics of incarceration to watch Mother Earth open her mouth and swallow my beautiful mother. My beautiful mom gave her last monies on Earth believing in my vision. Momma believed in my ability to raise the banners of justice and recognition for our loved ones who have passed, so that their names would not be forgotten. Her name is Roxie Lee Carter. I took my share of this small portion of what my poor mother left to me and sent it to my publisher, Lisa Marie Stringer. Lisa had a beautiful spirit, yet not enough fight in her to bring forth this creative work. Her physical health started declining, and eventually, my entire project collapsed. Lisa never finished what she’d promised my mother before Moms passed, My Tears Drop Blood.

After such attempt never materialized, I went back to the beautiful European lady (Kimberly T). She asked me to call out to the 'Loahs in the Yoruba religions, so I did. I had nothing left! One of my best friends, Kevin Lamar Nichols (a.k.a. Brick), had just passed, my mother had passed, and my sisters and brothers cut ties directly after Momma met her demise. My father never made a visit, my cousin Tony was struggling at the time, and my only other best friend, Kelvin Gist, had a family and a beautiful mother to provide for, as well as run his own business. His hands were extremely tied as well.

Udu Legba Papa Legba, open the doors; your children are waiting. Papa Legba, open the door; your children awaits, I cried and was then introduced to Jah Rastafari, which led me back to my natural roots, even though I had vast knowledge of the legacy of Marcus M. Garvey and Bob Marley through the Moorish Science Temple of America, Inc., Prophet Noble Drew Ali.

My dreams became more visual, eating habits changed, workouts became more intense, and my drive accelerated.

I used the psychological pain I carried from not being in contact with my siblings over the years since the demise of my mother and produced a masterpiece. In fact, only a few relatives still remain in contact. Our family was very poor coming up.

I was introduced to this very beautiful little old European lady we all call The Secretary. She extended her charitable hands in an effort to bring this project to life so it could grow its wings. The name of this project is WildFlowaZ. The project failed once again. Out of some mysterious basket, I was introduced to some queens from the Motor City. Had it not been for these beautiful queens believing in me and my ability to bring forth this truth on the highest scale of Urban Fiction, you would not be reading this masterpiece. What really hurts the most is, neither of these queens are blood relatives. It’s sad, especially seeing how my mother has always been so good to our family. My Tears Drop Blood.

I’ve asked several people to help me in some shape, form, or fashion, yet all of them turned their backs on me. It is not the way of the Rasta to hate. The mind is a very powerful tool and should be used wisely. It took me years to develop from a shell of ignorance and stupidity into a well-learned man. I challenge all you brethren and sisters around the world and the rest of our country to get behind these youths in your communities and teach them. Help them out of their mental stagnation and become positive role models and mentors. The FlowaZ will grow! It’s amazing how total strangers will do for you what your own blood are not willing to do. I think the word family should strongly be re-evaluated and reconsidered. Peace Kings and Queens.

To the queens Sri King, Melissa Talbot, and Tonja Ayers: I thank you from the core of my soul and spirit for coming behind enemy lines and saving a brother. May Jah reward you and your family. My mother would have been honored to have met you sisters. My official testimony is Love Ivine, H.I.M. Haile Selassie I, Praise Jah!!!

Don’t sleep on these FlowaZ. They are more than just money, sex, murder, and drugs. They’re a vision that will save lives. I’ll see you all in season 2.

Your Author, Hashim Rasta (7)

Special thanks to the board members: Kelvin Gist (Personal Consultant), Sri King (Agent), Tonja Ayers (Publisher), Malissa Talbot (Producer and Director), Jeremy Jester Bey (Musical Technician), Dimitri Thomas and James E. White (Promotions).

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WildFlowaZ

Introduction

When we were young , no one could have ever explained to me how many obstacles we would have to hurdle in order to become successful. I came up in a single parent home, yet fully prepared to explore the whole world as I saw fit. I saw my father often until he passed suddenly right after I graduated middle school.

I had a lot of cool friends in my neighborhood, but the streets didn't discriminate. Momma tried everything in her power to make things happen for us, sometimes we prospered and sometimes we didn't. I always vowed that someday I would become the 'Man', then the world would have to listen to my voice. My motto was simple, Be heard or die being heard.

I went to a juvenile facility shortly before I started high school which is where I earned the nickname Leaf. It was there that I met my ‘Ace-Boon', Dewan. Who would have ever thought that the remedy for my new life would be found in a kettle of 'WildFlowaZ'?

Chapter 1

Faylo and Sarah are upstairs finishing off a morning of extreme sexual passion with 2Pac’s song Me and My Girlfriend playing in the background. Meanwhile, Jonto and Captain Scottie are in the basement preparing the drug money for today's meeting with one of the city's biggest kingpin, Juan Leo, who just happens to be from the southwest side of Detroit. It's a very warm morning and Sarah's best friend Carrie is serving both gentlemen freshly squeezed orange juice while they are using the money machines to count money. Carrie is a very thick European sister who measures 34C-26-46 and 5'3", red hair with blonde streaks in her hair. She has on a lace top, very revealing silk pajama bottoms along with some furry slippers. She makes sure the men don’t need anything else before going back upstairs. Both men have their suit jackets off and their sleeves rolled up while they are putting large amounts of cash into their silver briefcases. They have one hour and forty-five minutes before the meeting so Captain Scottie calls his source on the inside to assure him there is no surveillance on at the meeting location.

Hey partner, I got to make a few stops and I'll be there around noon, is everything cool? Captain Scottie said into his cell phone.

The detective replied. "Yeah, you're straight. I'll be glad to see you brother. I don't know what's going on, but it feels very strange around here. Internal Affairs is everywhere’’.

I. A.? What the hell man, I wonder what that is all about?

I know, it is very strange. That is what I said also. There is also a lot of brass from other departments. I don't know what is going on but it has to be something big.

Matter of fact, that is what I am going to do. I think I will come on in for a few just in case I am needed early, so I will see you around thirty minutes. You need anything buddy’?

Naw, Bud I'm cool. The wife fixed me a hearty breakfast this morning. I hit a home run last night, the detective replied and laughs.

Captain Scottie laughs as well and responds, It's your story brother. I'll see you soon. He stands up, places his phone in his pocket and puts his suit jacket on.

What's up brother? Where you headed off to? Jonto says to Captain Scottie.

Tell Faylo I had to go. My partner just told me that there's a lot of unexpected heat at the office. I think I may want to go in early just to make sure we're straight. I'll see you boys at the meeting site at 10:00 a.m. sharp.

Yeah, I will tell him what you said if I can get Sarah's legs from around his neck long enough to tell him.

They both laugh as Captain Scottie heads for the front door. Jonto then finishes placing the large bills in the briefcases while Carrie heads back down the basement stairs. She is terribly upset and begins to yell at Jonto. Jonto! How many times have I told you not to be joking with that punk ass cop! He is no more than a business associate, nothing more. I don't know how you find pleasure in toying with him about what Sarah and Faylo do in their sex lives, that's stupid. You act like it's against the laws for them to fuck in their own shit.

Bitch why do you always pop off at the mouth and just feel you can question me about anything I do? I know how to handle that punk ass cop and you should mind your own business bitch.

Oh, so now I'm a bitch? Your punk ass kills me. I wasn't a bitch last night while you were eating this pussy, was I? I wasn't a bitch when I was helping you out of your jams was I? I wasn't a bitch when yo tired ass was getting backed into a corner and you needed me for certain shit? Fuck You Jonto! You the bitch for real.

Bitch shut the fuck up! Just because I eat your pussy; that don't make you the queen of my personal affairs. Truth be told, I enjoy certain sexual shit with you. When I let you suck this dick bitch, I don't be expecting you to think I automatically feel like I can question you about your personal shit either. Jonto smiles at her sarcastically and says, By the way bitch you suck this dick so damn good it's the least I can do. He sticks his tongue out at her and she rolls her eyes at him. Jonto continues to irritate her by saying, It ain't like I'm going to have a baby by yo stinking ass, so miss me with all that in charge shit.

Sarah comes down the stairs just in time to save Jonto from getting cussed out by Carrie.

"I swear sometimes you two act like some grown ass children. Jonto leave Carrie alone boy. Why do you love fucking with her like that’’?

Jonto faces Sarah and says You know damn well every time she and I get into a situation it's always this big booty ass bitch that starts the shit. I don't know why you keep this bitch around anyways.

Faylo comes downs the stairs to get everything under control. That's enough Jonto. Let that shit go brother. Just in case you forgot, it was this same big booty ass bitch that held all of us down when none one of us had a dime in our pockets. She was also the one that almost lost her life when she wouldn't give you up to them Rastas. I guess you have a short memory. Y'all two be G' about that stupid shit and squash the shit plus let's get ready to make this deal so we can get this bread. Y'all know this ain't the shit we do.

Jonto realizes Faylo is speaking the truth and says. Yeah, you're right Faylo. My bad Carrie baby I apologize Jonto pulls her towards him and hugs her tightly. But baby you gotta stop thinking that I’m trying to gain personal relationships with this pig. I don't trust him or any of them for that matter. Keep your enemies close.

Faylo looks at them and shakes his head then says, Where's Captain Scottie going anyways?

Oh I forgot! Jonto replies, He said he'll have to meet us there because something outside of the normal was going down at the office. What the fuck! Faylo exclaims, I swear if any one of you even think something ain't right we're getting the fuck out of there and we gone kill that pig.

Sarah places her arm softly across Faylo’s chest and says, Babe don't worry about this, just relax babe. Besides this pig is in way too deep to be trying to try something. He knows we have entirely too much dirt on him to be trying to set you up Sarah touches Faylo’s chin turning his face towards her and kisses him softly on the lips. Is that better baby?, she said and smiles.

Of course, baby Faylo says softly and smiles back at her. I'm tripping' huh? Jonto is everything tight? You got all the money and the driver knows everything? We're ready to Rock and Roll. Jonto responds as Carrie heads back up the stairs. Carrie, Baby grab my phone for me, okay’’? Faylo yells to Carrie upstairs. I got you Faye, I'll meet you all at the car after I lock this place up." Faylo, Jonto, and Sarah head up the stairs to leave.

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Chapter 2

Leaf and his crew are all at the block party on the eastside of Detroit on Elmdale Street having a real good time. Everyone is deep, females are in the tightest sexy gear and everyone is socializing, eating food, drinking, and smoking the best herb blunts. Guys hooping on the portable basketball hoops in the middle of the street. Leaf and Adrianna are chilling at the car hollering at Chally, BoJack, and Dewan while they're all smoking, drinking liquor, and chillin’. The Bar-B-Q grills are smoking, the music is on high and the energy is phenomenon. The D.J. is playing 'I'm About That Issue' by T.I. on the loud music 'Bullfrog' speakers. Chally hits the blunt and speaks to Leaf as he inhales and blows out the smoke.

What you gone do with all that talent, Young Leaf?

Leaf leans over and kisses Adrianna on the cheek before responding. As soon as me and my baby come back from Jamaica, I'm off in them studio's 24/7.

BoJack smiles and chimes in, Well you may as well give up the dope game 'Self', you know you can't serve two chiefs.

Leaf chuckles before responding and looks at this brother, What you been reading some more of that Moorish Science in there? I'm already two steps ahead of you anyways.

Leaf taps Adrianna on her thick rump. Baby go show these brothers what we got for them.

Adrianna smiles. Boy, yo’ hands are heavy, Adrianna said.

Then, she looked over at BoJack and Chally. Y'all demons come on so I can show y'all the surprise my baby got for you.

Now if this is the part where you tell me you always wanted me instead of Leaf. BoJack said, as he took off his shirt. I can't do that to my cat, plus I ain't into the incest shit either BoJack said.

Boy quit playing before I tell Mama. I know you don’t want Mrs. Carter to know you're out here acting a fool. You need to put that shirt back on before that bird flies away, Adrianna replied.

Everyone laughs as BoJack, Chally, and Adrianna head towards the house but Chally comes back to tell Leaf something. Leaf observes a black truck pulling up and looks over at Dewan.

Bruh you know who these niggas are pulling up in this Navigator? Leaf asked.

Dewan looks at the truck.

Yeah, that’s those niggas from the westside projects, the Herman Gardens,

Yeah, BoJack’s black ass don't get along with them lames. The lame driving is salty at 'Bo' for putting the nigga’s sister out of the hotel at 4:30 a.m. and making her find her own way home. It ain't shit though, those niggas don't want no problems way over here in the jungle. They're in our playing fields. Chally said.

Leaf watches the truck as it slows down.

Oh yeah, I know this nigga, he and I did an Open Mic contest a few months ago. His name is Tone Right? Leaf asked.

Yeah that's it. Chally says, as he nods his head.

The Navigator stops and Tone along with a few of his cats hop out and give everyone some love. Meanwhile, Adrianna and BoJack are inside the house while she lays out the final touches for the surprise to BoJack.

Before I hand you this briefcase BoJack, I want you to know that everything inside this briefcase belongs to both you and Chally. This is for you both being real friends as well as being there for my man Leaf, Adrianna said as she gives BoJack the briefcase.

BoJack slowly opens the briefcase and he can’t believe his eyes.

"Sis this ain't what I think it is? BoJack asked.

Adrianna replied Yes it is six bricks of dog food but keep going.

What is this!? BoJack asked with excitement!

Two titles? Also a set of keys, Adrianna said.

Hold up, this got to be some kind of joke, right? BoJack asked.

"Naw big head, that ain't no joke, that's y'all. I left the keys to the Benz at my girls' crib. Soon as she brings them by here, I'll drive them over to your mother’s house or Chally’s crib however you two decide’’ Adrianna said.

Damn I love you two motherfuckers! What this bitch run y'all about 400 stacks? This is that CLK-DTM Special Edition. BoJack said, as he hugs Adrianna.

Wait until Chally gets in here! He’s going to be charged up. Matter of fact, fuck that, I'm going to put my claims on that Benz right now! His pretty ass should've come on in here BoJack said, as he laughed.

Adrianna looks towards the door. Where the fuck is he at anyway? Let me go see what's taking him so long. Adrianna said.

Adrianna heads for the screen door and BoJack shoots right out the side door to go hop inside the Benz that's parked in the driveway. Leaf and his guys are socializing with Tone and his guys in the front of the house.

What’s up, Leaf? I heard you been in the studio's real tough; When you gone get that first C.D. out my nigga? Tone asked.

I am just finishing up the final touches but hopefully it'll be dropping in the next 90 days. I know you’re still deeply involved Dawg Leaf replied.

Hell yeah! My shit drops next week if everything goes right. You know how we do it out West My Nigga! Tone said.

You make sure to check me out my man because it's a raw piece. Like how we do it out East. You feel me? Leaf said, as he smiled.

No doubt baby, I got you! Tone said as he glanced around. Damn my nigga it's a lot of bad bitches out this way! The streets say you boys throw some of the meanest block parties ever! Tone says, as he gives him a dap. I need to set up a tent out here for the night. Tone said.

I don't see why not, I may just have to take you up on that idea. Dewan said.

Three fine sisters walked past talking amongst each other.

I see that you niggas do it well over this way, this shit is off the chain, Tone said.

Yeah we're a certain type of pro's over this way. You boys please try to behave yourselves but by all means feel free to smoke all you want, fuck whatever you want, drink, and have fun. You know we ain't saving them either way, you feel me, Chally said.

No doubt, no doubt, we most definitely will. Tone replied.

Tone smiles and gives the fellas some dap. He glances over Leaf's shoulder to see BoJack sitting in the Benz in the driveway. He instantly notices the Dawg on BoJack’s face staring right back at him.

Char-lay, Char-lay Come check this shit out my man, BoJack yelled.

Leaf, why in the fuck is this clown jumping around in your shit my man? Chally asked.

That ain't my shit no more, Adrianna gave that shit to y'all. You better go and see what he’s up to before you come up short in that little farewell package we blessed y'all with, Leaf said.

Oh shit! Why this black motherfucker always finds out shit first, Chally said.

Chally races over to the Benz where BoJack is. Then BoJack sits him down in the inside and shows him the rest of the shit in the briefcase.

This all our shit, my nigga, compliments of the first black Bonnie and Clyde my nigga. You was late so I left you the 'Musane' playboy, BoJack said.

BoJack and Chally both laughed.

Nigga, you said that as if I lucked out or something, BoJack said, as he looked over at Adrianna. This the shit Adrianna, thanks baby.

I heard y'all giving up the Musane too? Chally asked.

Hell yeah, bro, it's all y'all’s, Adrianna said.

Hold up a minute, this black ass motherfucker must have lied to some of them stinkin' ass chicken heads about this Benz cause ain't no way he'd just give up the 'Bentley' over the Benz, Chally said.

Hell yeah! It ain't nothing but a couple 100 bands difference my nigga. God must have heard my prayers cause now this bitch is all mine my nik-kaaa. BoJack said, as he smiled and made multiple ugly facial expressions.

Oh no, his ass is too through. Adrianna said, as she smiled.

Leaf walks up and Adrianna instantly puts her arms around his side and looks up into his eyes.

Are you niggas cool? I gotta go downtown to meet these attorneys about this music shit. I need two of y'all to roll with me." Leaf said.

I will bounce with you dawg. I ain't got shit up, Dewan said.

Fuck that shit! I am waiting on my keys to my new 'Love Nest'. After me and Adrianna go and take care of some business I'll catch up with you motherfuckers later, I got mad trickin' to do today. I got a few dime bitches I got to run down on, BoJack said, as he smiled.

I will roll with you dawg, I got some shit I need to talk to you about anyways. Hell, I may want to invest in that music shit too. I got a few extra bands put to the side for a rainy day, or shall I say a dope boys pension? Chally asked.

Yeah, that pension shit does sound like a winner though. I got a few ideas about getting us to the next level, plus some of this brilliant shit on my brain may be of special interest to you stupid motherfuckers, BoJack said.

BoJack began to smile, until everyone looked over at him and told him to shut up. That's cool too, so let’s burn it up then, Leaf said.

He gives Adrianna a short kiss on the lips then softly