ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Shock of the Hour

A few months later....

"Man, I can't do this shit!," I screamed slamming down my pen on my notebook. I never had trouble with my lyrics but after all this bullshit with Jazz and a baby on the way, I couldn't think. As a bonus, Dre and Eazy started beefing. Eazy wanted me to be on his diss track but it didn't feel right to. E, he wants N.W.A back together without Dre. Someone tell me how this makes sense. If they can't talk about it like men, I'm not apart of it.

"Baby, what's wrong with you," Shanya asked slowly walking to me. Her hands smoothed over my shoulders and massaged them.

"How does this sound? Same old shit every morning when I wake
I'm thinking of another bitch's money to take
I start to dressed, yo, my bitch is still asleep
Then, put the 9 millimeter gun in the Jeep
And let it warm up and bump Marvin Gaye
I wish somebody would come out and have something to say," I rapped. She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head.

"Listen Lorenzo, your raps tell a story. You got this baby. Take your time," she informed kissing my lips.

"Alright, I'll try. How's Lil' Ali doing," I questioned her rubbing her medium sized pudge.

She exhaled, "He's good. The doctor said he was due in March."

As she was yapping about some baby shower ideas, I was laying down this second verse.

"Did you hear me?," she snapped. I nodded my head while still writing.

"What are you calling this upcoming album, Mr. MC Ren?," she asked me as if I was in an interview.

"Well, initially, I was gonna name it Life Sentence but, now I'm studying the Nation of Islam, with the help of DJ Train, and I want to name it Shock of the Hour."

"Baby, you know I will support you with anything you do. I love you you're my husband now. I want you to be happy," she replied kissing my forehead.

I pulled her on my lap, where she was looking at me write my lyrics.

I guess she noticed that I stopped writing and furrowed her eyebrows. "Baby, listen, you are slacking. Now you need to be the MC Ren I know you can be."

She have me a soft kiss leaving this tingling feeling on my lips. She raised up off my lap, and walked away from where I was.

She came back with shoebox that looked worn out. Damn, I wonder who's busted ass Nike's is in this raggedy shoebox. She opened it up and poored out the dozens of old pictures of us.

"Oh my God! Look at you. You're so cute!," she exclaimed taking out a picture of me as a kid.

I glanced over the picture, laughing at myself. "Tell me why you have you're head all the way cocked to the side?," she asked laughing.

I threw my pen at her which made her stop laughing. "That's exactly why you not getting none, tonight," she taunted.

I threw my hands up in defeat, pulling out another picture of Shanya and her friends.

"Y'all think y'all the shit," I laughed. She gasped snatching the picture away. "We are the shit. Thank you very much," she replied in a singing voice.

"And you sure do stink," I joked pushing her. She rolled her eyes, punching me in my chest.

"Girl, take a joke," I told her kissing her cheek. She pulled out another picture from the box and of course it had to be me.

"Boy, if you don't get your ass out the camera with that big ol' head," she giggled.

"Oh haha. So funny," I sarcastically laughed. Within a few seconds both of us were laughing at the picture.

"Oh shit! I remembered this! All the hoes in middle school wanted me," I bragged.

She mushed me in the head, looking at the photo. "My husband looks fine as hell. Do you love me, LoLo?," she asked giving me a pet name.

"Of course," I answered kissing her. I licked my lips afterwards, making her go crazy.

"Whoo!," she screamed kissing me numerous times. "You better stop before you get carried away," I warned. She started blushing when I winked at her.

She finally pulled out the last picture which was when I was in 11th grade.

"That's my baby. That's around the time we had first did it," she reminisced.

"That hurt so bad! You have a big ass dick, baby," she informed me.

"I know. You want me to show you how good it feels?," I asked squeezing her thigh.

"Maybe," she slowly answered walking up the stairs.

I quickly followed behind her ready to give her what she wanted...