Shorty Thug

I watched them, they stood outside days through nights like watchmen.
cars, rims, jewelry, all shinning, this is the vintage south bx, castle hill, soundview, the bully and Watson…
I walked through these streets with my dad, I was a familiar face, i saw what would always take place…
Hand to hand gestures to legendary investors, these guys all became my mentors, they just didn’t know yet…
An adolescent face amongst men, i wouldn’t speak, I would take no offers for candy, just move out my way. my vision is focused on my daddy, and I watched…
Bahando, subiendo , the voice you hear on corners echoing from where the look outs are perched….
Trey bags of weed in yellow envelopes, glassine’s stamped with the owners antidote, I was learning and jotting down the hustlers manual…
Dad would be gone for a while, so I watched other players play, until he touched down from the panama canal, duffle bags, all smiles…
I was like a pleat in his jeans…
He died….
I was passed his hustling genes…
My widowed mother frantically pondered on how shell feed me and my brothers…
Shorty thug was born….
I knew the recipe for death, so I brewed destruction, seeing momma cry was to hard for consumption…
So I ran the same strips, same corners, crossed the same boarders, everywhere I went it was about the dough, I was the rebellious son of alfred carrasco aka Indio…
From nickel and dimming , to enterprising and organizing in NYC housing , to death ,incarceration, I was loosing everyone around me….
And we were just teens…
I was on the wrong path to the riches, bullet holes, and stab wound Stitches, secret indictments from observations and snitches….
Confidential informants introducing themselves on the low with deception they ruin our intentions to blow…
Instead of hasbro, I literally played with blocks, i wanted to be willy like wonka, yukons, caddy’s, navigators. tonkas…
Like “Joe” I don’t wanna be a player no more, so I let it go….
Shorty thug had bigger plans.. Infinite the poet, from the streets to a business man.
Infinite the Poet 2012
Albert Carrasco
www.infinitethepoet.com