Ghetto Prophecy 7Th Street: The Untold Story

By Malcolm A. Rowe

Urban street culture has since changed with the passing of the times. There is no such thing as respect, honesty, trustworthiness, or loyalty anymore. Most of these young street guys who are now running around controlling the hustle game has all but lost their moral integrity. Brothers are crossing their own brother while sisters are crossing damn near everyone, solely on the strength of their commitment to their baby daddies.

There is no such thing as love anymore, at least not the deep-down-satisfying kind of love that sits on your heart and influences every single decision and action that one may think about making. There is no real reason for any street hustler to be celebrating the hustling lifestyle. A lifestyle that has brought the African American communities so much hurt and pain should not be looked upon as a thing of beauty by todays youth. It is crack, dope, pills, and weed smoke that has led todays youth down the wrong path and toward the pipe dream.

With this novel, Ghetto Prophecy 7th Street: The Untold Story, I will be making a desperate attempt to bring the dysfunctional plight of a race of colored people who had so much hope and promise to the worlds stage. The sheer brilliance of the average street hustler is so amazing that the talent can only be compared to major business CEOs. Crack cocaine dens, well-thought-out business moves, calculated gestures, financial arrangements, and the strong stench of gun smoke are all things of the past. Todays modern-day hustler moves with such ease that there is an air of legitimacy hovering over his every move.

Ghetto Prophecy 7th Street: The Untold Story will forever change the urban storytelling game. This remarkable, marvelous, emotionally gripping, thought-provoking street epic will be praised by mainstream society. This is a powerful Philadelphia story, so Philly readers definitely should not be left out of the loop.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543477306

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Copyright © 2018 by Malcolm A. Rowe.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2018900589

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1 On The Come Up

Chapter 2 Dream Chasers

Chapter 3 Living The Hustler’s Life Style

Chapter 4 The Great Always Die Young

Chapter 5 Getting Deeper

Chapter 6 Take No Prisoners

Chapter 7 Bad Decisions

Chapter 8 Money Over Everything

Chapter 9 Unwanted Attention

Chapter 10 I Am In The Streets

Chapter 11 The Heat Is On

Chapter 12 Oh What a Beautiful Life

INTRODUCTION

T his fictional story is the works of the Author, Malcolm A. Rowe and his incredible imagination. If any of the characters described in this novel sound like or resemble that of a real life character then it is only by coincidence. All names of each character was also completely made up by this au thor.

This creative fictional tale is indeed inspired by this author’s real life experiences so he is able to narrate beautifully, and the reader can actually feel like they are a part of this real life drama, as it plays out right before their eyes!

A Street Hustler is a man who somehow manages to make the money that supposedly accrues to only the God loving, hard working, white middle class, by employing methods that violate all of the middle class laws, and with a glee that informs the white middle class precisely where they can shove their value system.

A Street hustler manipulates the very same environment that produced him. A Street Hustler’s sole occupation is to acquire ill gotten gains from poverty stricken minorities who believe in the ghetto’s value system. But what happens when the very same Street Hustler starts giving back to the very same community that his drugs have damn near decapitated.

The ghetto Robin Hood who’s hustling the privileged and under privileged while politicking in the hood and becomes the Hood Savior. From way back when the ghetto folklore have described the coming of this great street hustler through a tale about Ghetto Prophecy!! Like the coming of the great Black Messiah, bearing gifts for the poor and healing the sick and weak, while blessing the dope fiends and crack heads with the most purest product out on the market. Tob, Kamal, Shareef, Idris, Rafeeg, Lil’Black Nate, and Chim Chim and in these guys own right are some of the greatest street hustler’s who ever walked the face of this earth.

But when your purpose is to live as the people lived then it will separate you from the rest of civilization. So now I ask this question, does this here conflict of interest mean the coming of the great Messiah in Kamal, through "Ghetto Prophecy, 7th Street The Untold Story!!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

M other, it was your prayers, love and incredible support that literally fed my extraordinary God given creative ju ices.

And mother when I told you that I wanted to become a published author by writing and telling my story, you encouraged me to follow my dreams.

This opportunity here is probably one of the greatest opportunities that God has ever blessed me with. So with this God given blessing, well I am now sharing my moment with no one else but you Mom.

Kenyatta, even though you were younger it was you who schooled me to the game. I was taught to never compromise our moral integrity or the extreme principles in which we were sworn to live by. How could I not be my brother’s keeper when your fight has always been my fight. So our differences should not be what define us as brothers. With this being said, my brother, I am dedicating this book to you…..Kenyatta Williams

LAST CHAPTER

Review from A Tortured Soul

K amal, Kamal, get up and get ready for school boy. Boy, don’t make me call you again. Damm, Momma, let me s leep!

Ain’t nobody tell your rock headed ass to stay out all night, so you better get your ass up right now and get ready for school. you better not be late Kamal. Oh, yeah your crazy ass friends are down stairs tearing up my mutha fuckin house waiting on you to go to school.

Alright momma, I’m getting up right now, who is all downstairs anyway?

"Karon, Lenny, George and Dor.

Alright momma! I really don’t know why I’m going to school anyways, because I am not learning shit in the classroom. My teachers only come to work for their paycheck and nothing else. My education is going to come from the streets, you can believe that!

Boy, didn’t I tell you to stop saying that shit?

"Yes, Momma, but it’s the damn truth!

Now for the last time, get up because you are wasting too much fucking time. Don’t you make me come back in his room one more time boy!

As Kamal walked down the steps, the first one of his boys to greet him was loud mouth Karon. Damn Playboy, we all stayed up late as hell last night, but for some strange ass reason you are the only one who can’t seem to get up for school in the morning.

Kamal hated the logical bullshit that always came out of his homie Karon’s mouth, and he definitely did not need to hear his opinionated comments—fuck that shit!

Kill that shit Karon, because don’t nobody want to hear that shit man, fuck school! I’m only going to school because of those pretty ass young chicks from uptown, anyway. Kamal, let’s change the subject. Through all the noise from his homies, we could still hear his mother hollering loud and clear. Kamal, be careful; you are going to drive your momma crazy! He hollered back, Alright mom, I will.

Out of all of Kamal’s homies, Lenny is the one with the brains, so they would always listen to his every word. When Lenny spoke up it was no surprise at the silence that fell over everybody. He told them exactly how much money ($6,500) they needed for the nine ounces. Kamal wondered about this, however because he thought they were getting eighteen ounces this time, so he spoke his mind to Lenny about it. After listening for a minute, Lenny responded to his best friends concerns, by saying Yeah Kamal, we just don’t have enough money right now. That’s okay, because the cop man should front us the other nine because our money has been good all along. Since Lenny was his best friend, Kamal knew just how to get up under his skin, so he asked Dor what he thought of the matter.

Dor responded by saying, We have been fuckin around with this dude for a minute making his ass rich, so if he don’t front the shit, we should just jam his mutha-fuckin ass. Lenny responded right back by saying, We can’t jam his ass man, because it wouldn’t be good business. Normally Geo doesn’t say much, but he cut in and said, Man, when Malcolm was on the streets, niggas from our neighborhood were some of the hottest cats on the mutha-fuckin’ streets. Everything started and ended with Malcolm! Now we got to get that same respect from the streets.

Lenny immediately interrupted by saying, Damn, Geo, every time we are having a serious conversation about our money, you change the fuckin subject.

As for me, I ain’t going to worry myself about the money Lenny, because our street credibility is more important. Once established, it will alleviate most of our street problems. Geo already knew that Kamal would agree with him, because Malcolm was like a big brother to Kamal, and Kamal loved to tell them old gang war stories about Malcolm. Geo asked Kamal what he thought was best for the team: Kamal then related his feelings about Malcolm on the streets, and how he was one of the most vicious cats to ever come out of our neighborhood.

Furthermore, he actually did some unbelievable monster shit on these streets and there was no love lost for him either. Plus, street cats will never be able to recover from Malcolm’s work. I mean this nigga left ghosts on the streets that are still haunting niggas up until today…straight up!

As usual, Lenny added his two cents by saying that there are other paper chasing hustlers, namely; Murry, Poopman, Rome, Tob, Fatty, Chris Mack, Shaku, and John, J.C. Cummings fuckin the coke game up and who fucked countless of bitches as well. So Kamal shot right back by saying, These niggas did chase down some serious dollars, but did they have respect from the streets? So Biggie Smalls said it better than anybody when he said, More money, more problems and these niggas had major problems from the stick up boys. The reason why niggas hustle is for the ghetto fabulous lifestyle and these niggas did achieve a high level of success from this. Once they chased it down however, they couldn’t even enjoy it with the people they loved and supported them during the chase. The level of money these dudes touched, Malcolm never even saw. On the other hand, he did get money and he fucked a lot of bitches."

Lenny had heard these stories of Malcolm before, plus he remembered him too. He also knew that Kamal would talk about Malcolm for hours on end, so he cut him off my saying, "Kamal, you and Geo are stuck on this respect thing. We can earn our respect by just handing our business on all levels, and when we have problems we address them….that’s all!

Kamal understood this alright, but also realized how important respect from the streets was. He went on to say, Man, this game is all about money and respect Lenny. Every time dudes from uptown or the projects want to take some money down, they cruise our neighborhood like we niggas from 7th Street are easy vic’s or something. Niggas hustle all day, and then come to our hood looking to jam something. When Malcolm was home, these same jokers would holler first, before coming to our hood. I mean every stick up boy in the city would holler at Malcolm first. Now, that is the respect I’m talking about, and the niggas I respected most well, they respected Malcolm’s gansta!

The deal was; Lenny could not argue with the facts as they were laid out, but, he also knew that they had to move on before they reached the schoolhouse. So, he said, I love Malcolm to death just like the rest of you niggas, and he’s one of my favorite Old Heads. When I was younger, he always gave me money, but I still hear lot of vicious rumors about him possibly being a booty bandit upstate. While some others said that he was a bitter muthafucka. Trust me when I say that this doesn’t change how I feel about him.

Dor then spoke up saying there is no truth to the jailhouse rumors, and the bullshit on the streets about, Malcolm being wrong too. He continued by saying, Malcolm has the type of character that suckers hate him, and they will do everything to assassinate his character to try and take away from his street credibility and his ghetto celebrity star status. You can’t believe everything that you hear and you best believe that these bitch ass cowards will never say anything to his face. I have also heard that he is a household name in the penitentiary, and all the mutha-fuckas from the hood have to do when they go through, is mention his name like he is family and niggas would be cool in the strength of him. Besides, everybody knows that this cat is a fuckin Monster.

Malcolm dominated our entire conversation on the way to school. Once at school, it looked as if a fashion show was jumping off with all the latest name brand urban wear. I ain’t learning anything from school, but I love coming to look at all these hot ass chicks.

Ray-Ray walked up and I asked him who he was looking for? Ray Ray shot back saying, Damn, you are a nosey little bitch, I am looking for Black and Lil’ Donny! They are both standing on the corner of 13th Street, but on the Carpenter side, probably looking for you, says Rasheeda. Alright Bitch, said Ray-Ray. As Ray-Ray started walking toward these young ass niggas, all he could think about was taking some serious money, because he had a stick-up boy’s mentality. When he reached everyone, he greeted them in his normal way by saying, Damn, youngins’, what’s hittin’? Black hollered back at him by saying, MONEY BABY! Damn, let’s get the fuck off this corner and walk to the barbershop. But Ray-Ray, we don’t need no haircuts, Black said. no shit stupid Ray-Ray blurted back.

The barbershop was always full of chicks making it the neighborhood hangout spot. Once they touched down inside, the usual rap kicked off. So Ray-Ray kicked it off by saying, "Last night was as good as a muthafucka, but I think it could have been even better. That house holds more package money than what we found.

Lil’ Donny is a hot-headed young nigga with a loose tongue and said, Ray-Ray, we should’ve hit them pussies up for G.P. (General Principle). These type of statements from him was expected, so Ray-Ray didn’t get mad at him anymore over it. But he did say, You don’t hit dudes up for general principle Lil’ Donny, because that would only bring us some unnecessary heat….feel me fam? Dude hollered back saying, What about the piper chick that short changed us? Then Ray-Ray answered by saying, "This bitch gave us the work and set the shit up, so don’t ever think about hurting the help. Besides, that was something small, so stop tripping on the little things because we are soon going to be hitting it big. All of you know my chick Shanell that stays down on 7th Street. Well, that one house on her block is doing major numbers. See, Cantrell Street is a small and narrow block where my chick can sit all day long and watch those niggas doing the pussy all day. So we are going to keep this shit here tight and line it up for tonight, because it will be some easy ass money. Are you niggas down for the take or not?

Lil’ Donny was down for whatever and the nigga Black will play follow the leader, so these niggas was down. What they didn’t know was how this here shit would change their lives forever when it actually played out.

Kamal literally hated school, and he expressed his hatred to anyone that would listen to him. In a moment of hate, he said, Damn Lenny, I thought school would never end and waiting on that bell to ring was fuckin killing me. Plus, that bitch, Ms. Robinson, kept holding us by running her damn mouth. She already knows that I only come to class to sleep, but she kept on trying to wake me the fuck up. The she came up with this shit about me not paying attention to her. Anyways, enough about this school shit; let’s start thinking about doing the pussy on Friday.

The thing was though Lenny wanted to do some major numbers at this crack house. Even though nobody actually ran the squad, Lenny made all the serious decisions, so he went ahead and started to put the plan together. After thinking about it he said, This is how it’s going to go down Playboys’. Dor, you go and pick up the hammers" (guns) from my house. Be sure and grab just the .40 caliber, the Colt 45, and the two dirty.380’s. Kamal, you go straight to the house and make sure everything is in order. Geo, you come with me so we can holler at the cop man together about our next package. Everybody just do what you’re supposed to, then let’s meet up on Cantrell Street, and make sure all of you have your beepers and cell phones. In case of an emergency the code is 007

As Kamal turned the corner toward Cantrell Street he started thinking how much he loved his neighborhood, and the tightness of the 7th Street community and it’s thoroughness. He couldn’t help but notice Ms. Linda, so he quickly spoke to her because he always looked at her like a second Mom. How are you doing mom? In a very soft voice, she responded, I have never been better thanks. She is really cool and is always on the lookout for the people who live on her block because she is the block captain. So it was no real surprise when Ms. Linda warned Kamal about some undercover cops in the area that were watching the crack house. The whole time, Kamal was wondering when was the last time she had heard from her son Malcolm, so he asked her, and she said the Malcolm had called her at home earlier. Kamal was a little disappointed over missing out on the opportunity to talk to his old head. Kamal asked Ms. Linda if Malcolm needed anything, and she indicated the he was alright because JC had just sent him a $500.00 money order. Kamal went on to assure her that he would help him out as soon as he was in a better position financially. Kamal then stated, Ms. Linda, I want Malcolm back on the streets more than any anybody else, so I will help with the lawyer money. But in the back of his mind he was wondering why dudes who was rolling in it did not step up and help him. After all, these mutha-fucks were doing major numbers. It only seemed reasonable that two stacks from each person wouldn’t hurt these niggas. Besides, we are talking about Malcolm’s worth here. If he could get back on the streets, all these dudes would get their money back in full. - Damn! Ms. Linda then reassured Kamal by saying, Kamal, please do not worry so much about my baby’s situation, because he is going to be alright…you hear me?

Once again together, Ray-Ray said to his homies, next time we roll through the barbershop, be mindful to not expose your hammers to them noisy ass chicks. So Lil’ Donny said, but Ray-Ray, everybody knows that we don’t go anywhere without our burners. That ain’t the point Lil’ Donny," The point is that people talk too much. Ray-Ray decided to call Shannell at her house to see if anything was jumping off. Ray-Ray had always treated her like shit, but this lil’ chick loved his ghost. The fact of the matter is, Ray-Ray can be real disrespectful, and his telephone manners are ignorant. His call was answered by Shannell’s girlfriend Tyesha, and he commenced with some disrespectful comments to her. The thing was, Tyesha had that 7th Street attitude, so her and Ray-Ray just gang warred over the phone. Ray-Ray gave up, but Tyesha just kept