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Forbidden Turf Publishing This novel is the last of amongst almost a dozen Urban novels, attributed as the heart of Murk City;

12/15/2019

Chapter 11
"Roll Or Die"
My ni**as live this thug s**t, formulate plots, we love it. Can't slip, better stay low when these slugs hit. Messed up, stay gassed up, nose drain got my brain thinking past you. No time to fake, f*** n*****, give up the cake. I need Stacks with big faces, that means numbers for the safe. You've seen it before, real stories of Jack boys, knee blocks of snow, we like mops and glow. Can't seem to get enough, invading with stalks unloaded.
" what I'm saying is that we need to up the price, those cats going to spend anyway, we got the best dope on the coast right now. Ever since Jacko went back to Puerto Rico, Everything Has Changed For the good!"
" listen to what Kelvin saying, it has logic to it if you pay close attention, because the income increased indeed since then Jacko," the other man stated at the puffing on his Cuban cigar.
" I've ran it twice, still 1.2 mil here Sonny. Do you want us to package deals for shipping?"
" Yeah you can go ahead and get it ready for packaging, but I need 20 of those kilos to reach Hopkins by 8 p.m., tell Rick to get his men up here and I want the other 30 in Myrtle Beach."
" I thought we wasn't dealing with Troop and those dudes from Milano anymore?" Kevin asked
" Money exchange business relationships, nothing personal like these social or personal relationships," the man said while flipping through his Apple cell phone.
Sonny was a middle-aged Italian guy with a heavy Northern accent. They've been working a co***ne operation outside Irmo, South Carolina the last few years. Ever since their competition disappeared ,business has jumped nearly triple for them. Been under-the-radar made them a growing factor and also made the streets respect their hustle and love their product even more.

10/17/2019

North Side, Spartanburg

" I told y'all ni**as that South side s**t was gonna crumble, s**t never last long; look at what's happening now, fu***ng drought and we got all the work," Mello stated puffing on a blunt of Kush.
" Don't sleep on dem ni**as, I heard ole boy Damian still got s**t jumping, matter fact he just got back."
Bishop was on it, didn't miss a beat when it came to who had it in any hood and he knew details especially being the Jack boy he was. Regardless of his reputation, they all knewnot to f**k with Damian or end up in a fu***ng Body bag.
""Where the f**k you got that from, I haven't seen that cat. S**t, all their people coming over here; when you heard that,"asked Mello passing the blunt to Bishop?
" S**t, yesterday ni**as told me they saw his truck; even then I don't believe he's pushing s**t anyways," Bishop stated holding the blunt in his lips, while he tied the bag of crack co***ne weighting 112 grams from a scale.
Bishop sent one of their runners to the store for more drinks and some blunt wraps while he bagged the remaining grams of crack co***ne. Ever since the Feds had busted South side, all the money was flowing through North, and it only took 3 months to change this.
"June-Bug told me he saw Damian 2weeks ago on Green St. They really ain't doing s**t, ni**as trying to beat their cases bro and plus I don't think the Feds done with them Indictments. S**t real crazy right about now," Mello stated as an all-black SUV cruised through the block.
" That's the second time today I've seen that truck bro, I think that's 12, real talk," one of their runners said
"Stay on point, can't be out here slipping at all, could be Jack boys too; ni**as looking for an easy lick," Mello said
" I think that's 12 bro, real talk," Bishop said leaning back against the wooden bench.
" Y'all tripping, it's too much bread coming today; tighten up..."
Mello was actually caught up in the moment, definitely seeing bread North Side hasn't seen like this since Tony and his brother Reco had it on lock damn near 12years ago. They was making almost 25 thousand a day on this block within the last 2 weeks now that South side was shut down, everybody was coming through the hood right now.
" Nah, that's Feds bra, they taking pics and s**t; in telling you, we need to lay low for real, for real," Bishop said firmly.
" If you want,I'll holla at cha bra; meet up with you later at Chucks, I'm chilling out here," Mello said
Greed usually was what caused the down fall to many dynasties, so many great hustlers, and it usually was because the human ego and satisfaction wasn't easily tamed so the thirst wasn't satisfied until it drowned you. Fatal choices consumed so many...

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Mello stayed away from the block for the next 8-9 days; and decided to rode through Krook Apartments on Thursday afternoon. Once he turn left on Krooks Drive, on North Side, he almost froze causing the vehicle to swerve after seeing Sled and Fed's vehicles raiding the hood. He quickly veered off and disappeared with his heart bearing the pressure of an um wanted heart attack...
After the round-up, cops realized they had missed Bernard Estonia( Mello), so they raided his mother's house after hitting his apartment...Upon raiding Mello's apartment;they discovered and confiscated 4 kilos of pure co***ne, 110 thousand dollars in cash. The Feds confiscated 2 vehicles, and 13 Pitt bulls from his mother's house
" Mrs. McNeill,did you know your son was selling drugs and using the money to Operate illegal dog breeding and fighting,"the Agent asked
"No sir, I don't know what my son does;whatever it was, it's his responsibility and he's a grown man. All he does is come here every other day to feed, water or walk them things; I don't even go back there sir; but like I told the other Agent; anything other than that, y'all can contact my Attorney!"
" It's no need for that ma'am;if anything comes up, I'll contact you."
" No you gonna contact my lawyer just like I said; I don't have s**t to do with any of this. What's in my name is mine; I know my rights," she said and the Agent smirked knowing she was on point.....
Mello turnt himself in 3 days later and was given a Quarter million dollar Surety bond. The Bail bondsman wanted 15% to post his bail and just 2 days later, Mello was placed back into federal custody as Flight risk. His bond was revoked for reasons only God knew and the wicked Federal Attorney General...

10/16/2019

I Wanna Apologize For The Late Release Of "Keep Pushing 2- Murk City"... I'm Working On my 1st Project:"Buck Wild"-A Hood Trilogy

10/16/2019

FORBIDDENTURF PUBLISHING & ENTERPRISES; L.L.C
al-Latif J. Wahid

10/09/2019

BEHIND PRISON WALLS
"Assalamu alakium brothers; Peace be upon you all is the Universal language. Today I want to discuss the Islamic Life skills program we've been working on at 5 other Federal prisons throughout the country. What this program does is help Muslims inmates rehabilitate themselves, some self-improve opportunities for brothers and sisters that are incarcerated here and other states," the Spiritual leader continued as a hand went into the air.
" Salaam brother, I was wondering if this program is only designed for Muslims or is it for anybody and do it help you in the financial world," dude asked sitting to Ross's left?
" Our mission is to present the theological, psychological and socioeconomic themes universally accepted by teaching principles of Islam. It's gonna help anyone cultivate the mindset of individuals and as a collective mind set of the Muslim- non Muslim alike while encouraging them to focus on growth and inner transformation. So that'll mean it's for the soul, to purify and correct the innate nature of your inner self. It will improve the outer character and moral of any one brothers, I mean anyone! Don't get me wrong, this format is the transformation on the life of a person who converts to Islam;It's about the challenges to seek out and to understand the Islamic religion versus culture.There is a focus which lies ahead for Muslim inmates within the Corrections, and in the broader community you're released from prison; but again it's about transformation for everyone."
The Imam( Spiritual Coordinator) explained to the congregation the importance of knowing what self-concept consist of,which is the accumulation of knowledge about knowing self. He covered what entails your benefits, regarding personal traits, natural characteristics of the physical with all humans abilities. He even spoke on life values, goals and the purpose/ roles you need to play in society.

Definitely Ain't A Fairy Tale....
08/18/2019

Definitely Ain't A Fairy Tale....

07/22/2019

al-Latif J. Wahid
FORBIDDEN TURF PUBLISHING & ENTERPRISES, L.L.C

07/22/2019

SOUTH FLORIDA

The weather was mild, a mid 79 degrees. The beaches were occupied even though it was late March, topless females everywhere. It really didn't distance itself with Spring fastly approaching, tips of it's entrance opened normal avenues for many kinds of work becoming available. Fruit and seeds were appearing on the many banana, coconut, orange, pineapple, grapefruit and mango trees. These were few of Florida's exotic fruits. Another thing was it's florescent colors of art work on the vehicles, and billboards, both with designs of advertisements.
" Como estas? Here's my companion, meet Luscious Goraral; Luscious this is a very close friend of mine, Roberto," Drags extended his hand to Fast.
" I heard some great things about you, nice to have a chance to meet such well-respected companion of my long time familia," the man stated shaking Fast's hand.
"So senor, ready to order?" the male waiter asked?
" In a minute, bring refreshments; import Sherry wine."

Drags explained to both men the reason he was having this meeting, and the way things had to be set in place in order to escape Federal indictments. Even though he was a Diplomat, with immunity; he made Fast an Oath that he could also put him under that same protecting status, but the process wasn't that easy now a days. Luscious was also a Diplomat, high ranking official in his homeland, and he was the perfect connection needed to pull Fast in.
" Amano, cuando senor!"
" Four years and everything is good," Drags stated because he knew Fast didn't fully understood their language.
" I have to stay gone for 4 years man, are you serious!?"
" Immunity for a lifetime means you can no longer be tried or convicted under these Country, Federal, or State's laws. There is no based jurisdiction my friend!"
The waiter return to see if they were ready to place a full order or whether they needed more time.
" Si, do,"Luscious stated with open palms motioning towards Drags and Fast.
"Shrimp Alfredo, clam chowder with garlic rolls and Shark steak with that," Fast ordered without hesitation.
Drags laughed as he looked over his partner.
" Big appetite I see," he said after a full belly laugh.

Fast's mind was on the fact that he would have to live in another country, abandon his home for 4 years in order to obtain absolute immunity. His stomach was responding to another subject, in which said he was nervous and both hungry simultaneous. He really hadn't eaten a solid moral in nearly 15 hours. Diplomat immunity and this foreign drug terrace was absolutely another level...

05/19/2019

The sun rose around 6:12a.m.; school was out because it was actually Martin Luther King birthday. Vehicles were cruising up and down the highway and everyone were headed to their occupation around this time.
It was still winter, so you really had to dress heavily to be equipped for the weather.
" Listen, don't be calling me this early in the morning for the bulls**t, you better be spending big time time!"
" I need 2 zones, straight soft.. Can you make this happen?"
" Give me like 30 minutes, meet me on Decut Avenue... And I need a grand a piece, you know that right?"
"I got you Larry, just make sure I'm good."
" I'm always good n***a, I should tax your ass for calling a motherf**ka at this time in the morning; let me get right..."
"Alright say less," dude said before hanging up.
" Damn I know its brick out this bitch, s**t!" Larry said while entering the bathroom.
He looked into the mirror, removed a small baggage of powder to take a snort in both nostrils as he took a long p**s.
As he stood under the hot running water in the shower, he closed his eyes as the soap ran down his body. Suddenly he heard a loud blast that shook the walls, then voices downstairs.
" What the F**k!"
Larry hopped out the shower swiftly, reached to grab his towel and the chrome 45 from the towel cabinet. Footsteps could be heard coming upstairs and momentarily his bedroom door came crashing open with force.
"S**t these mothaf**kas trying to catch me slipping, he murmured to himself...
" FBI, if you're in the bathroom, come out with your hands above your head Mr. Larry Wolford!"
Federal agents, DEA. and Sled were all over his apartment as he was led downstairs in hand cuffs. Larry knew when the Drug dogs arrived, he was screwed because he had 3 kilos of co***ne under the meat in the freezer.
When he arrived at the detention center an hour or so later, he thought he was in a dream or in an Urban novel because there was Black, Belly, Melissa, Chelly, Reggie and like 12 others being arrested on Federal drug charges....

04/07/2019

" Get your s**t and get the f**k out, get up bitch!"
Wanda shoved her onto the bed as she opened the bedroom door. She headed out, walked downstairs passing her mother into the kitchen. Wanda has been violent lately,and drinking heavily. All this started after hearing rumors of her mother creeping around with a cop, a white one at that. She wasn't about to talk to anyone about it, so that made her act out instead, mentally she was definitely disturb.
" Meet me at the Mall in Greenville, in about fifteen minutes Revin. No I'm alone, just dropped Coya stupid ass off at her house. No, I just got a lot of s**t on my mind; that's it."
Wanda was so into her conversation that she never noticed the Grey trooper's cruiser pulling out behind her on highway 26. By the time she realized it, she was already 20 mph over the speed limit.
" F**k! I'll call you back, cops pulling me over..."
Wanda hung up cellphone, as she pulled the vehicle over.
" Licenses and registration please, have you been drinking," the officer asked looking around in her car using his visual?
" Well I had a few beers earlier, but I'm not drunk; it was like 3-4 hours ago though officer."
" You didn't have your seat belt on, and you were doing ninety-three in a seventy miles per hour zone. What's the rush and can you please step out the vehicle ma'am; please walk to the back of the vehicle?" the officer stated as he headed to the rear of Wanda's car.
"Damn," she mumbled exiting the car with the thought of what to do next. She remembered having the bag of money in the back seat, money she was supposed to drop off at Attorney Daley's office.
Chelly called the attorney earlier that morning, giving him instructions to launder $150 thousand into a Swish account overseas. She told him it was a favor that Ross had asked of him, and since he had done it before, Daley agreed although Chelly was lying about it this time. It was really for her self. This was something they had discussed years ago before the federal government seized and froze the U.S. accounts with Ross's name on them.
" I need you to complete this test, stand over there please ma'am. Do you have anything in the vehicle I need to know about that's illegal, weapons or drugs?"
" Ahh, no sir I don't, why...."
Wanda's speech was muffled out by the sound of steel, glass, and tires colliding with the guard rail about an eighth of a mile ahead. A forest green SUV flipped several times due to being sideswiped by a Mac truck.
" Oh my goodness, "she screamed holding her hands over her mouth..
" 8-14, 8-14, I got a severe accident on highway 26; I need paramedics, fire truck and back up; we got a 3.7, hit and run. So you copy," the officer managed while running to his Patrol car...

03/23/2019

" Get your shoes R.J. and put those toys back in the box. You need to get them out of my living room!" Resha yelled
Resha's son was about three years old now, very short like her, and bow legged. He looked just like his grand father, but was high yellow with curly hair. R.J. was bad as hell and extremely hard headed.
"Come here lil n***a," Yella said holding a candy bar.
"Hold on Wanda! Don't give him that s**t, he'll make a mess and plus he hadn't ate yet," Resha stated holding the phone in her left hand while giving signs with her right hand.
Yella was just how his name appeared, mostly he's been called Yellow Boy. You couldn't tell him he wasn't a real glamour, pretty boy! He was definitely smart and a bonifide hustler. He was never the type to hang around many guys, do it was hard to pinpoint his daily moves or whereabouts. He was definitely smooth and he knew it.
"Are you hungry, are you eating now,?" Resha asked
""Why?"
" I'm about to fix our food, it's 3o'clock and besides I need a nap."
" Nah I'm good bae, I got to step out for a few; supposed to run by my mom's and gotta see Fred before he goes outta town."
" Here, I found these in your pants when I washed laundry thus morning, should've kept them," Resha said holding 2 hundred dollar bills up to her face smiling.
" Well keep it bae, you've found what I've lost!"
" I don't need your money Yella, thanks though."
"I'm not saying it like that, what's mine is yours Resha."

Resha normally went shopping every 2 weeks, awaiting Chelly; she didn't miss a beat. They would spend nearly $1000 in cash on food for their homes, and Resha definitely wasn't used to any man taking care of her other than her father...
Yella didn't know too much about Resha's private life, so more than average, his thoughts were that she was just a regular girl. He never seen her driving, nor did he believe she could drive because he only seen her leaving and coming with her mother. He was told that she was Ross's daughter, but however; he didn't believe it. He was having his doubts though until he actually got a chance to ask her himself.

02/24/2019

"Let's move, get some land and a home built, what you think about that because I'm tired of shacking up here", he said after placing a burnt colored bag near the tub banister.
" Move where baby and what's this," she asked?
" It's yours and anywhere; I'm just ready!"

Roland had tears in her eyes, mainly because she loved the idea and another was due to her sincere love for Juice. Some of those tears fell because she couldn't find the way to tell her man she had missed her menstruation for 2 months now.

" How much money is that and what am I to do with it," Roland asked as she watched her man undress?
" Around 30 grand, just go shopping and get s**t done you need. Go out and try finding some land near Oswego somewhere."
"No you're not, I'm getting in, move," she purred while easing herself into the shower with Juice...
" I thought you were taking a bath, can I shower in peace, please," he teased?
" Move, that's mine n***a, I can do as I please,"she said as her soft palm massaged his p***s and balls.
" Umm, see what you're doing," the words eased from his lips as his er****on grew...
As the water eased over their bodies, Roland gently guided his manhood into her mouth, moving it back and forth using her warm lips and tongue only to tease him.
"Agh damn baby.... S**t," he moaned while grinding and rotating his hips.
Roland knew she had him, mind and body under submission as he was hard as a steel rod.He loved her head game and she would have her way with him each time going down on him. She would look up at him as she took him deeper into her mouth and down her throat.
"Come here, get up," he pulled her up because he knew if he didn't; she'll definitely was about to pull his soul from his physical composition. He couldn't handle it any more...
Juice started kissing her ear and neck, then nibbled on her breast as he found her wetness with his index finger. She was extremely wet, anticipating his every move as her hips gravitated with his finger's movement....
" Ummm, I need some dick daddy, please," she softly cried into his ear..

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