I'll Love You Always.

The First Battle I

I always wondered why the shelter smelled awful. I mean scratch that I knew why it smelt bad-the guys. I swear there was no healthy balance, no middle to their hygiene. I mean, you would expect these 20- to 30-year-old men to practice descent hygiene, but no. Instead, they either stunk so bad that I felt dizzy or I'd end up almost having a coughing fit from their sweat covered with a whole damn bottle of cologne.

Anyway, let's come back from my ranting. I'm here at the shelter to watch Jimmy's battle. I had to sneak away from work at the diner since I was on night shift tonight, and I sure as hell hope my boss doesn't catch me again or I'm fired. I really hope that Jimmy doesn't choke on stage tonight. He lets me listen to his raps, and I know he's really good - lyrical genius - , but I dunno, man, he just gets in his head sometimes.

Okay, 5th battle of the night starts. It's Papa Doc vs. this Shorty Mike kid. Papa Doc is the defending battle champ. To be honest, I like rap a lot and listen to it every day, but I just don't like Papa Doc's style. I dunno, it just seems a little too aggressive.

"Your lyrics are shit like when I cop a squat

Who told you you could fuck with the mighty Papa Doc

For stepping on the stage I should rock your knot

Don't get to close or you might get shot

You need to call your Mama and tell her to come get you

And if she knew him she could bring your midget pops with her

I put a hole in your head like a 12-Gauge

Looking like Kriss, Kross jiggity jump your ass off stage

'Cause I'm a grown man, son, I slaughter you

Make your mom wish that her fat ass aborted you."

You could probably see my eyes popping out on stage during this guy's rap. Look, I know, I know, "Theresa, your at a rap battle; what did you expect?" but did he have to bring his mom up? I don't know, just seems a little uncalled for.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!" I see future say into the mic "Lotta Hostility at the end of the 45 seconds"

Okay! Glad to see I'm not the only one here who thought so too. Future gets the mic from Papa Doc and continues on.

"Okay open up a little here let everybody see Future. Y'know what I mean" He says backing the two rappers up and stepping up to the crowd. I shake my head and chuckle at him, Future always has an ego in front of a crowd.

"All right, how you all feelin' about Shorty Mike right here?" he says to everyone raising his hands to him.

There's a few mediocre cheers for him and some boo's. I cheer a little 'cause why not? Future turns back from him and faces the audience once again.

"Just alright for Shorty Mike? A'ight what y'all think about Papa Doc?" Pointing at him

The crowds lively, and more people cheer and holler for him. I don't; I just don't like him, to be honest. Like even if I didn't like him as a person, I would cheer for his raps. But I just can't. I really don't like the guy, always expecting to win and for girls to hook up with him. I mean, I almost did. Key word almost! But still, guys, a jerk and his raps are just aggressive, like not even enjoyable at that point, and for no reason too! Okay, now I'm rambling again. My bad.

"Alright Papa you go to the next round" Future tells him. Papa Doc turns back to his group and walks to them.

"Free World, baby!" One of the airheads yells to him. I'm just standing there with the look of disgust on my face. Literally the most idiotic idiots, and they strut around like they own the world. If I had one shot to just scream at them I'd die happy. I just realized I'm literally standing there smiling thinking about yelling at these dweebs and slapping around a few. Shoot. Now I probably look high, and I do-

"Alright, next up, next up." My thoughts get interrupted by Future "It's my man Bunny Rabbit and Li'l Tic." My eyes shoot up to look for Jimmy and the guys. 'Kay found them. Now if I could just get through these people that would be great.

Shoot. Now I'm stuck in the middle where I can't even see. Right then guess I'll just be listening tonight. B wins the coin toss from what I can hear and says the Li'l Tic dude goes first.

"DJ 45 seconds. Spin that shit!"