Before The A$AP MOB I was Rakim Mayers
Everything been in error or perverse. My family ain't have no money to their name. The J's took everything that was in pops trap house. I couldn't do shit but watch my brother die. I don't know what else to do because after my pops got thrown into prison I was looking up to my brother for guidance and help. I don't know who to look up to no more. Momma couldn't keep up with the bills and all I have is my brother's rap book. I read it everyday like it was a bible cause that's the only thing I had of him. The only thing that brought me closer to him. As soon as you know it I was spitting verses off the top of my mind. Rapping was something I took deliberate or seriously. It came apart of me and I get the impression that I always had it in me to rap but I never took it reflectively. My brother's death really woke me up from reality. I got to get my grind to protect and take care of my family. My family is the only ones holding me down. Momma haven't said a word since Ricky died. She say few and stay to herself.
"Mr. Mayers.. May you like to tell the class what you're writing in your journal book?" Ms. Pakers asked trying to put a nigga out there.
"Would you like to tell me why 'Mrs. Goodheart' was your last name last week and now its back to 'Ms. Pakers'?" I asked with a smart remarked. The class stood quiet as I heard snickering in the background. I they didn't have a care of the world. She looked at me as if I was out of one's mind. The nevres of her nose began to move and her face was the color of red. I'm pretty sure she was mad, but I continue doing her work like she ask me to.
"I'm calling your coach." Ms. Parkers said.
"For whaaat? Oh? For asking something personal cause quit frankly you was asking me something personal. Geee, ain't they say teachers ain't suppose to be all up on our shit?" I asked just as the bell rang. I didn't feel the need to hear her answer so I gain possession of my belongings. I walked out with a slight smile on my face as I seen one of my bros.
"Wassup Ferg?" I said dapping him as we entered a bro hug.
"I'm chilling." Ferg reply releasing himself from the hug.
"Wassup with you and that hoe you was telling me about?" I asked him as we walked the halls.
"She ain't shit. Shawty got issues. She think she wife." Ferg said laughing it out.
"You creep." Was all I said cause Ferg was a hoeman.
"For real man. I ain't got time for relationships I'm just in it to fuck." Ferg let me into.
"I feel you cuz." I agreed with him, making our destination at the chill out zone.
"Where the fuck was you last night? I called you like 10 fucking times!" Lora yelled getting all up in my face like she was bout to come at me with that flame.
"Lora, you bugging me out." I said remaining calm.
"This why I can't wife no hoe." Ferg commented shaking his head.
"Answer my damn question." Lora demanded.
"I ain't got to say shit to you ma." I spoke with a careless attitude as I leaned on the wall.
"Rakim don't fucking test me." She warned me.
"Flacko, we got shit to handle man. Control your hoe." Ferg said rudely as if Lora wasn't there.
"Now I'm one of your hoes?!" Lora asked like she was going to do something if I said yes.
"Maaann, I ain't got time for this." I spoke, pushing her softly out my face.
