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Azaryah - Mafia “2020 Release"
”YA dolzhen dat’ eto tebe, ty pytalsya.”
Zhuk is a tad miffed.
now of course the only 2 people who wear fedoras are
and mafia members,
which is why i propose the idea:
Crime Story (1986) - intro
The saga of a Chicago police detective’s efforts to stop a young hood’s ruthless rise in the ranks of organized crime.
I exited my apartment and entered my life that was full of lies. It was basically only lies, a facade. My family’s real business had to be kept secret at all costs. In order to do that we all had to live lies for the public. Being this influential put a lot of spotlight on us, a lot of possibilities for them to find out who we really were.
A heavy burden we all had to carry everyday.
So you might wonder what my „life“ was like. I go to college, one of the best in the world, very exclusive, very expensive. My major is business and I am the best student of my year. I had to be, and thanks to my family’s influence i was. Without ever having to open a book. Only to hide the reality.
Getting out of my car I was immediately greeted by my girlfriend, Reena. Hmm, how weird it feels to call her that. I didn’t love her, not like that. I pitied her for having to be a victim to all these lies. I hated having to lie to her all the time. Because she loved me, it was very obvious. And i tried to love her too, for her. But i couldn’t. I did care for her, but like for a sister. Every time we would kiss it’d feel so wrong to me. Who wants to kiss their sister? She wouldn’t know that, though. I had to act like she was the love of my life. Another one of the big lies of my live. Another one of the reasons to hate the me i have become.
The thing is, we grew up together, our fathers were business partners for years. Both in the normal and the dark business, she didn’t know about any of the dark business, though. Her disgusting father didn’t think a girl would be worth enough to know. But then again it might have been better for her. She would never have to live with the burden. So I never really objected. But yeah, it was decided since our childhood that we were to marry one day. Just like everything else was decided for me without me having a say in it.
So for her, and totally against all of my instincts, i kissed her as a greeting. I often have to act against my instincts, so I was used to it. She looked at me happily, showing me a smile that made me wish I could love her so bad. Maybe I have become incapable of loving?
No feelings, after all.
Brushing away my thoughts i took her hand and continued on living my fake life. For as long as the day lasts. Once night falls my other life begins, my hidden life. But my real identity.
Life too short, I gotta get it ‘fore they blow the whistle
My uncle tryna change my energy with stones and crystals
But it’s gon’ take more than that for me to control my issues
I wasn’t made for no casket or no prison cell
I pulled us out of a living hell
I’m the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves
(I have a insta post about these flowers under @persey_2.0)
Crime family like the Genovese
You don’t want drama, capisce?
I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief
Spoiler alert: the second act is tragic
And everyone that wants the worst for me’s askin’ what happened
Backstabbed so many times I started walkin’ backwards
Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches
Bury me and I’ll be born again
I walk in godly form amongst the mortal men
I got some real demons across the border fence
And made a note of the mistakes we can’t afford again
When I say that they cursin’ me, it ain’t dirty words
Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue
I don’t know who’s protectin’ me but we hit it off
I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are
The idea of a lady mafia AU was suggested on my ladiesnight blog…
Can’t stop thinking about it…
gripped by the boredom of quarantine, my Dad finally told me a family mafia story tonight and holy shit. it’s just absoloutely wild.
my Grandpa’s uncle was the consigliere for a New Jersey don in the 30s & 40s. Was super rich and would have all the kiddos in the family over to his beach house often. He had a huge yacht and would take everyone out on the water together. My grandpa, and everyone else, adored him.
By the late 40s he’s contracted syphilis. He started to lose it a little, acting weird and talking too much around the feds. Went in to court summons and made jokes about “forgetting to bring his mafia membership card”. He got knocked off one day when he went into a restaurant for lunch.
When he died, none of his kids even knew he was in organized crime, and neither did my Grandpa or any of the nieces and nephews. They were all kinda traumatized by it and my Grandpa never spoke about it again.
Only way my Dad knows is from gossipy old italian ladies at weddings and funerals
Here’s a redraw I did, I hope ya’ll like it ùwú
do i mean girlfriend or godfather? what are you, a cop? mind your own business.