And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep...
"Just remember daddy loves ya. Just know I got nothing but love for ya."
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"MOMMY WHEN'S DADDY coming home?" A then five year old, Anissa asked. Gentry sighed as she held her babygirl in her arms, contemplating her next answer. "Soon baby, soon." Gentry didn't know the answer herself if she had to be honest. She sure hoped it was soon because her kids need their father, especially the boys.
Shahidi was locked up for assaulting a police officer who was a little too frisky with his then pregnant wife. That gave him six months, and all he did was shove the officer, then this same officer planted a gun from the evidence locker on him which gave him the extra five. Shahidi also wouldn't allow anyone to treat him like he was a bitch, so he stood his ground which is why he might end up serving an extra year or two. So he's been in there since before Anissa Lee was born.
The sound of the gate buzzing caught the attention of Anissa who droooed out of her mother's arms and ran into her fathers warm awaiting ones. "Daddy!" This was probably the strongest hug she ever gave anyone.
Two bigger boys followed from behind Gentry and Anissa just not as fast. "Hi babygirl. You've gotten so big!" He exclaimed as he put her on his back, grabbing his sons and hugging them, lifting them up like half an inch off the ground since they were damn near the same height.
Enzo was 22 and Kane was 19, so they were embarrassed when their father picked them up like they were kids, but it had been a year since they saw their dad since he had limited visitations and he didn't want his family driving out to Vegas just to come see him. Especially because his heart hurt every time Gentry had to drag Anissa out screaming and crying.
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6 months later Shahidi returned home, on Anissa's 5th birthday. It was a shock to the little girl who was dressed as a pirate. Her older brothers were DJing, and the song her dad wrote for her when Gentry got pregnant with her.
"Seems so complicated to escape fate And you can never understand 'til we trade places Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist It's hard to face this, cold world on a good day When will they let the little kids in the hood play? I got shot five times but I'm still breathin' Livin' proof there's a God if you need a reason Can I believe in my own fate Will I raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?
Dear mama I'm a man now I want to make it on my own, not a handout Make way for a whirlwind prophesied I want to go in peace.. when I gotta die On these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy, and no friends In case you never see my face again"
Letter 2 My Unborn, blasted through the speakers as Anissa cried tears of happiness into her moms shoulder at hearing her dads voice, she was smiling as photos and videos of her birth, and pictures of her dad holding her for the first time, but her head lifted up once the music stopped.
Gentry dramatically gasped, grabbing her daughters hand as she rocked her in her arms side to side. "What happened, mamas?" Gentry asked even though she knew. "What happened?" Gentry played clueless. "I dunno." The girl said softly. "Hey Anissa!" The girl turned her head to the stage where her brother called her from, and that's when the surprise of a lifetime came.
"Dear Lord can you hear me, tell me what to say To my unborn seed in, case I pass away Will my child get to feel love Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein' black hurts And even worse if you speak first Livin' my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse? 'Cause maybe if I tried to change Who I'm kiddin' I'ma thug 'til I die, I'm a rider Mayne"
Instead of the music playing from the device they were using, it was a real voice. The voice of Shahidi Lee Karter was heard as he popped up on the stage, rapping into his microphone, staring directly at his little girl. He smirked as he saw her face loosen up and her try to get down from her mother. When the song finished Anissa ran to her father going straight into his arms as she sobbed. He stood up with her in his arms as he kissed her cheek and forehead over and over again.
"Daddy, I missed you." She sobbed and the crowd of parents aw'd. They were at what they thought was a rental house but in actuality it's their new house, the kids just hadn't known yet.
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"So mister Karter, you're a father to three right?" The interviewer asked and with the happiest and most proud smile ever her nodded. "Yep. Two boys, one baby girl." He confirmed and the interviewer, congratulated him. "Thank you. Thank you."
"So how old are they?" He, and without hesitation Shahidi answered. "Enzo is 23, Kane is 18 and Anissa just turned 7." Jimmy the interviewer nodded and smiled. "Well can I just say, you and Gentry have beautiful children. Now, I think the last time we saw each other, you brought Anissa with you, right?" Shahidi nodded as picture of Anissa on his lap waving at random fans in the audience was shown. "She's a cutie."
"Yeah, she actually took one of your mugs home. I brought it back for you." Shahidi joked with a chuckle but he was so serious.
"So what made you want to become a rapper?" Shahidi thought hard about this answer, playing with his rings before finally coming up with an answer. "I started off because my childhood wasn't all smiles and rainbows. My mother was always constantly worrying about where our next meal came from, if she had enough money to keep our lights on, keep the water on. That's just something I didn't want to live again for the rest of my life. Definitely didn't want my kids to live it.
I had no ways to cope when I was smaller so I'd always find myself writing poetry. And I've always had a love music, even though back in the 80's and 90's when rap was still new I figured since I was writing my own poetry anyway, i wanted to give it a try and I'd say it turned out great. It's like saying what I want, but with style." The crowd clapped and Jimmy nodded. "I think that's amazing how you turned your life into a verbal memoir."
"Preciate it."
"Do you mind talking about your childhood, just a for a bit more insight?" Shahidi nodded. "Of course."
"I had two sisters, one younger one slightly older. My dad left when I was born and because of all the expensive fees for divorce lawyers and court, she had literally no money and we were on welfare until I moved out——
