Marcos POV
When you wake up in the morning how do you feel? When you take a step back do you wonder if anything will change or get better if you move forward? Or do you give up?
Seeing is believing but never achieving. It's like every muthafucka gotta be the same or sane. Thats not me. I'm me. I'm not just Marco Anthony. But look at this. I'm Phora.
You wonder why my name is Phora huh? You wonder. I wonder huh? It's just because it has a nice ring to it. I'm not like everybody else. I'm just me waiting for someone to believe in me. Not mislead me.
Being just a young nigga coming from the bottom and trying to reach the top is inordinate and demeaning. Like I say. I'll put my momma in a house before I get a Benz. Don't understermate yo shine. Because shit can change in no time.
" Marco what did I tell you about leaving your shoes in the hallway." As my moms throws my chucks in my rooom
" And ma what did I tell you about smoking ciggaretts."
" I'm a grown ass woman."
" I'm grown too. They're ain't no shit different either."
" Baby your eighteen living with your mother."
" Mom I told you. When I finish recording this mixtape we will be living like them niggas in Bel Air."
" Yeah your dad said that too. He made me believe... Look where he ended up. Or just dead like Ricky."
" Ma come on. Dad helped me come this far. You can't blame him for his flaws."
" Keep believing that Marco. Your dad hasn't seen you since you were seven. You think if he doesn't give a fuck about me what makes you think he's gonna give a fuck about you. Think about it. You only got one sister left."
" Yeah the sister you treat like a queen . You doing bullshit. Stop comparing me. Dad promised he will never just leave me."
" Why are you holding this grudge. Your father beat the living shit out of me but loved me. Raising you and Ricky at 18 isn't half of the pain I've been through. Your rap shit isn't shit to me."
" That's how you feel ma? That's how you feel? Fasho my niggah. I'm out. When I get big and you move on from the niggah you call boyfriend hit me up. The niggah don't care if he beats you. " As got my chucks and back pack.
My mom thinks I'm ended up like my father. Yeah my father left us. But he never broke a promise. My mom is so fucking all about herself when she ain't got shit. We equal. We are one.
I never seen a niggah like me who was always clean. I've been doing this rap shit since I was seven. Reminiscing of all the times rapping with my pops freestyling. Looking at the fine honeys walking by. It's just a memory that's not gonna fade away. It's going to keep me going and not have me fall back to the bottom. I'm not no Kanye. Drake. Ain't no body. Just a young niggah trying to make. I'm just Phora
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Departure
FanfictionA young niggah just coming from the bottom. My name is Marco Anthony Archer. A boy who was trying to make it. Instead of being in the streets like my father.
