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HOW DO YOU WANT IT

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TUPAC POV

Another day another time of taking Golden to school and being a stay at home father; literally. I'm either grocery shopping for Meg's house, spending time with Ma or plain out sleeping cause I don't got shit to do. Oh and paint, I do love to paint.

I think on what I should do with my life; I'm still young and want to be heard. But what the hell should I do... and rapping ain't one of them.

My phone rings and I see it's Dre and I huff cause I know it's nothing but him trying to get me to be on this song he's doing. Rapping ain't me no more; it can't be. After all I've been through who wanna listen to me. No one... and I believe that wholeheartedly

I don't answer and of course he's ringing me again and again I don't answer till I get a text message.

Nigga I know you see my call hit me back I got this hit that you need to be on. People need to hear you again. Answer me or imma call Ma

This motherfucker. I dial him right back cause I don't need Ma in the middle of this and he answers right on the 1st ring.

"Yeah I knew that was gonna wake yo ass up"
"Nigga whatever. I told you no. I can-"
"Man you need to! You don't be hearing how people wanna see you. Come on and stop being a stay at home dad, waiting hand and foot and doing grocery shopping"

"Nigga I'll have you know I enjoy grocery shopping"
"Yeah okay, so join in on this track it's dope!"
"Nah...I can't"
"There you go with that can't shit. Look Imma send it over to you and you listen and tell me what you think...atleast do that for me nigga"
"Fine. Fine, shit send it"

Listening to the hook. How do you want it....hmmm that's literally what I was dreaming Meg asking me. How I want it. All over the damn crib to exact. But I respect her; I can't say some crazy mess like that.

Words start forming into phrases and I'm looking around the apartment for a pen. Then for some fucking paper. Looking in the bedroom I look on the side of the bed and find a yellow notepad. Opening it it's somethings written and then I remember Keisha. I forgot. Damn I really ain't shit for that...

I flip pass what she wrote and jot down the words that come to me and boom; I got lyrics to lay a track down. I groan mad that even though I gave it up and don't wanna rap anymore I'm too fucking good at it.
Without thinking I send what I got written down to Dre.

And I get a text, sending my jet to pick you up tomorrow be ready.

Nigga what! His ass don't listen.

I sit on the plane listening to the track I can't believe I'm in my way back to LA. But once I told Megan she kept pushing it saying I better go. And Ma, she wasn't taking no for an answer; which has me here.

"Nigga you finally made it!" He says happily pulling me into a hug
"Yeah. Yeah I'm here. Now let's lay this track so I can be back home"
"Back home? You trying to be Meg's man again"
"Nigg-"

"NIGGA we all know you love that girl! Just tell her and be with her damn. You already being a father to her child so be a fam; what's stoppin you?" He ask cutting me off
"She cheated before"

"Nigga y'all wasn't even together! Don't use that as your excuse. You scared and that's okay; just don't be playing her"
"I'm not...I'm not.."