It got late and we were getting ready for bed. Rocky slept with me.
"Move your legs!" He said
"My legs ain't in the way, nigga."
"I getting tired of you." He said
"Then go to bed if you tired."
"And yo smart mouth."
"You told me to do well in school."
"Oh my god!"
"God ain't got nothin' to do wit it."
He ended up laughing "You have a answer to everything, huh?"
"Just about but I know when to control it."
"Yeah whatever cool." He turned out the lights and got comfortable
"You said you rap?"
He sighed "I'm not up for no pillow talk."
"Yes you are. Let me hear a song."
"No."
"Please?"
"No!"
"I'm gonna be sad."
"I don't care. Go to bed little one."
I sat up and crossed my arms. The moonlight illuminated the room.
"Please...?"
He got up. "Fine! But afterwards we. Are. Going. To. Bed!!! Got it?"
"Got it!"
"Okay." He got his phone off the charger "I made a song called peso. Shush and listen."
The song played. I nodded my head
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No. 99 (Joey Bada$$)
FanfictionPower and violence are opposites; where the one rules absolutely, the other is absent. Violence appears where power is in jeopardy, but left to its own course it ends in power's disappearance ...
