Drugs or Love {Eminem}

Chapter 2 Eminem Sam's P.O.V

When I got home 3 hours later I walked into my house listening to my Rap music. It was the artius "Rap Crap" He was a really good rapper the best at my generation. I walked inside put my Music down when I came back out I heard someone raping to the song. I didn't renousicuse the voice I walked into the kitchen and that guy with the bleach blond hair was sitting at the kitchen table along with an old lady and an younger woman. "who the hel-" I started saying. Rob cut me off and said "don't finish that sentence young lady" I rolled my eyes at him. Rob begun to finish. "This young man is Marshall and this is his Aunt Enga and this his his mother Debbie" They was all smiling except Marshall. He looked at me and said "Rap crap?" I nodded my head he nodded back at me. After we got done eating dinner me and Marshall went on a walk. It was kinda quadword and slicent. "So tell me about yourself" He said at me. "Well my name is Sam I just moved here and I fucking hate the damn school" He laughed and said "yeah it fucking sucks, man"

We was near the woods when Marshall pulled out a pack of cigarettes and he looked at me and said "want one I won't tell if you don't" I said "got any weed?" he smiled at me and said "ahh so my prediction is right your mama is nuts too hun?" I took the cigarette lit it and said "yep my whole family is fucked up" He said "not fucked up as mine my brother got taken away when he was 8 my mom gives me fucken pills and" I could tell that he was getting mad and sad at the same time. I also get like that I didn't know what to do so I just cut him off and said "yeah mine does too but at least my sisters are living i n LA with my aunt hell they didn't want me and my mom isn't allowed to see my sisters and my dad god" He cut me off and said "oh yeah don't even get me started on that ass he left me an my mom when I was just a few months old what you old man do?" I felt uncomfortable I didn't want to tell him about my dad raping me. I just meant the guy but I thought I could trust him. "you can tell me" he said again. I took a deep breath and said "umm my dad did some really bad things to me and he went to jail when I was 8 so" He looked down and then the next thing I know he had his arm around me. "I feel ya" He said "my step dad man he was umm a fucking fag" I put my arm around him and we just walked back home in slicnect.

After that day me and Marshall was good friends we was getting bullied at school but we sucked together. "Sammy Sam SAMANTHA" I was lost in thought again. "I'm sorry what Marsh" He rolled his eyes at me like he always does and said "You know how I wanna make it in rap?" I nodded my head "well here's a good rap I think" I looked over the paper and the song was called "Infinite by M&M"

Oh yeah, this is M&M  baby, back up in that motherfucking ass

One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent the 313

You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know shit about this

For the 9-6 Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action

A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants

Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Examination of more cartoons than animation

My lamination of narration

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation