JIMMY (The Turning Point)

I thought I would fold.

I’m standing in the blistering cold.

But I’m a pretty tough cookie.

I’m a chip off the mold.

Like Daddy, I can take a punch to the face.

But never been knocked out; that’s an utter disgrace.

They call me Jimmy.

‘Cause I can slip into any place.

I have luxurious tastes, so your possessions get erased.

And if you did a background check, that’s pretty thorough.

You’ll see I get respect from the streets in any borough.

The time is quarter to nine, I’m gettin’ fed up.

‘Cause me, and the crew Out West.....should’ve met up.

It had better not be a setup.

I have suspicions the authorities are privy to all the events that led up; to right now.

I’m at the ‘Get it Right Now’.

The diner on the corner of 5th, in Mob Town.

I ain’t worried, about the time we’re gonna meet up.

The spot’s open 24 hours.

I can sell out my powder. I can shower; get back to the diner to eat up..........that sounds like a helluva plan.

I see a man walking towards me with a cig in his hand.

His walk, deliberate; like he was executing a plan.

We made eye contact.

Gave a tip of the hat.

He said, “Jimmy”? I said, “Yeah”.

He said, “Meet me in back”.

I could’ve wandered with the fella but it’s 10:20.

I felt funny.

And I’m not into playin’ with my money.

I rebutted, like, “Naw, we can talk inside.

If the heat comes to us, there’s a door on the side.

I know the dishwasher, he would give the keys to his ride.

And give fake facts to the cops, and all that jive.”

He said,”Bet! And by the way I’m Big Knuckle.

I built a name in the Bronx, makin’ everybody buckle.

Only with my girl, am I soft as honeysuckle.......and take that however you like”.

I said, “Alright”.

Now that was the end of the greet. We shook hands; gave a little stare down, as we went to our seats.

I had a booth in the back, I reserved for this.

The best location, for any type of urgent-ness.

I had the double mushroom swiss, and Coca-Cola on the rocks.

He had the chicken; then we proceeded with the plot.

He knows a place, at the end of the lake.

Bodyguards are everywhere.

But the code to the safe.....is right here.

I wondered if this even was safe.

The chick he got them from, could’ve lied to his face.

But the plan’s too good, just to simply detach.

If we’re successful, we’ll likely be the deadliest catch.

Any gun-toting cop would be proud to make, a major bust, in the news, from my powder bake.

I can’t wait.

Rewards are colossal indeed.

But it’s bigger than my ego or greed. It’s the mouths in my village, back home, that I struggle to feed.

No humanitarian here.

I just need...

A lot of hundred dollar bills for a brand new steed.

A Maserati.

With 600 horses in front, I can control the road and do whatever I want.

And for a small piece of happiness I’m ready to die.

Because, for me, the American Dream’s a big lie.

Later on, we can talk about the pie division.

Someone is staring in my left vision. He’s looking at me with some indecision.

I had a feeling he was on a mission, to try to send us both to prison.

I stand up.

And walk straight to the mens room, unaffected.

I didn’t tip him to the fact that he’s been detected.

And once there, I sent barrages of texts, to anybody that could make all my suspicions connect.

And then Ralo, hit me with a breaking news story.

He met a guy named, Cory.

They’re not friends; different category.

But all the same, I believed it all.

Now, all signs are pointing towards inevitable fall.

I heard screams; then a pop, and another pop.

I heard shots hitting walls and the juke box.

I slouched down ‘tween the toilet and the toilet paper.

I started thinking about my paper.

The chase has me here right now, in the middle of a crazy caper.

My future’s turning into vapor.

I felt a huge lump in my throat and then I noticed all the noise had stopped.

I came out of the bathroom, to see who’d dropped.

20 people on the ground and they’re not movin’.

I saw a shield, on the floor, from the police union.

The weird guy that was staring’s next to the shield.

So I was right and now I’m elated that I knew the deal.

But then it hit me.

My partner’s laying to the right.

I’ll never forget, his face in that dirty rice.

And then a text came through from my man Ty.

He said Knuckles was a snitch and a fall guy.

I was the only one that made it out of there alive.