" fly shit, bloody storm, say she love me. Ugly boy toxic punk, they don't love me, foreign drugs, hallucinations, all I seeee, actin crazy get the police called on me." I lowly rapped along as I scrolled down the website for the University of Georgia.
I just wan' dive off the stage and pray to god I don't fall. I say, " the drugs what made me." I say," The drugs what made me." Lately makin sure the fire don't go out on a strong. I take one puff, Im lazy I take some puffs, Im lazy
"Ballin, tell me have my shit packed 'fore you get home. Are you crazy baby, where Imma go? All these drugs that Im on it don't make me any strong." I bobbed my head, grabbing a blunt off the dresser, along with the lighter, the same time Ben and Kentrell walked into the room.
" Wassuh ma, whatchu doing." Kentrell kissed my cheek, looking into my computer.
Ben did the same, and they sat on the sides of me.
" Looking at this college." I mumbled.
" You wanna go?" Ben asked, with a surprised look on his face.
" I might, I haven't decided yet." I told them, before sighing, lighting the blunt.
" You stressed mama?" Kentrell laid his head on my shoulder.
I usually don't smoke this often unless I was stressed out, and I was.
" Yes...Cayleb's birthday is coming up." I mumbled, passing the blunt to Ben, referring to my son.
" Whatchu gon do fa his birthday?" Ben asked.
" In fly over to New York and visit his grave, and Imma get his name tatted too." I told them, since it was something I been wanting to do for a long time.
" Yall can come too if yall want." I added, and they nodded.
" When his birthday is?" Kentrell asked.
" April 16." I answered, a small frown on my face, as Kentrell wrapped his arm around my waist.
I honestly loved these type of nights, they would come home from the studio, and we'd just chill.
" We got any ice cream?" I asked, looking between them.
" No, you finished it yesterday fat ass." Ben shook his head and I mugged him.
" You right, this ass is fat, but can we go get some?" A small smile stretched across my face.
" Yea Co." Kentrell laughed, letting me go and I got off the bed.
" Is it cold out." I asked, grabbing Ben's hoodie.
" A li." He snatched it from me and my jaw dropped.
