His eyes sparkled and I could see the passion in his eyes as words of truth flowed from his mouth. Then he was finished and handed the mic to Trippy T.
Eventually, the mic was handed to me. I decided it would be a good idea to start off by introducin myself, and reminded myself not to think too hard.
Just let it flow, like water, My dad's voice said in my head.
Stingy B started the beat from the stereo and I waited a few seconds to let my rap come to me.
"Let me introduce myself
Write this in a book and put it on yo shelf
Wassup, my name is Omar
Yall don't know me because I'm from afar
But let me tell you right now Im not the one
To be messin wit
I mean unless you dumb
And tryna get hit
I may be new to this city
But I ain new to the rap game
All the girls mess wit me
Until they find out I run game
I keep it real
But I won't tell you how I feel
And ladies if yall want me
And if you want us to be
Ya gotta call me Longchie."
I dropped the mic, and walked over to Stingy and Trippy. I smiled, feelin a little cocky, especially after all the shawties started screamin, "Go Longchie! Go Longchie!"
Byrin and Tyrese shook their heads and dapped me up. Then Byrin picked up the mic, and introduced us as Dope Money. He thanked everyone for they love and support, and to remember to help us get discovered. Then a group of girls came over to us, askin what we was gon do now.
"Im goin home." I said.
"Awww, Longchie," a girl with purple hair whined. She grabbed my arm and begged me to chill wit her tonight.
"Sorry shawty, maybe some other time. I gotta go home and check on Ma."
"That's so sweet. Here's my number if you tryna chill." She walked away while the other girls mean mugged her. I looked at the post-it note that she handed me. It read:
(678)358-9832
Shaquana ❤️
I frowned at how ghetto her name was. But I mean, I guess I shouldn't judge her for that. I said "Peace" to Byrin and Tyrese, and headed home. I walked inside, locking the door behind me.
It was around 12, so I decided not to wake Ma up. I tip toed and found Jermell in the living room.
"Boy, what you doin up?" I whispered.
He didn't respond, and kept watching Spongebob. I shook my head, went to my room, and fell asleep.
I woke up to Ma shakin me. "Boy, where were you yesterday?" She asked with anxiety in her voice.
"I was wit Tyrese and Byrin," I answered groaning. "We was rappin in front of a large crowd of people.
"Full of girls huh?" She raised one eyebrow.
"Well some, sure. Why?"
"Go outside."
Confused, I got up and went to the door. As soon as I opened the door, I regretted my decision.
Screams filled the house and my ears started ringing. All kinds of girls stood in front of the house. I smiled, trying to hide how terrified and uncomfortable I was. Then I casually waved, and closed the door. This of course, made them upset, and they started bangin on the door. It got to the point where Ma called the police.
The police came and threatened to arrest everyone for trespassing, which caused a lot of them to dip.
Everyone except Shaquana.
She stood there running her fingers through her long purple hair, and put her hands on her hips as the cops tried to move her away from the house.
"Get away from me! I'm his girl!" Shaquana said. She looked so bad.
"Aye!" I yelled to the cops, stepping out of the house. "Leave my girl alone."
"Man yall kids think yall runnin things. Who do you think you talkin to like that boy?" one of the white officers said.
I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh as I walked over to grab Shaquana from another officer.
"Come on baby lets go inside. Ma got food cookin for us."
She smiled way too hard and held on to my arm as I led her in the house. Ma awaited us tappin her foot.
"Who this?" She asked frowning with her arms crossed.
"Ma, this is Shaquana. Shaquana, this Ma."
"Nice to meet you Ma. Longchie here got some talent. My daddy might be able to get him and his friends a record deal."
"Now when you say daddy, do you mean the man that birthed you, or yo nigga?"
"Ma!" I said embarrassed.
"Well gotta ask now a days. She look like a hoe."
Shaquana's mouth opened wide and she put her hand over her heart, insulted. "I mean the man that gave birth to me, and I am not a hoe."
"I said you look like one. You just exposed ya-self."
"Come on Shaquana lets go outside and talk."
"Well hurry up because the funeral is in three hours," Ma said. She walked into her room to go wake up Jermell.
Shaquana and I sat on the steps in front of the house, and talked about her dad's offer. He apparently wanted me Tyrese and Byrin to come into his office so we could talk about the future. She gave me his card, tellin me to call him, and then scolded me for not hittin her up.
"My fault. I was exhausted last night and as you heard I gots a funeral to go to. I'm kinda busy."
"Too busy for yo future?" she asked raising an eyebrow. With that, she got up and walked away. Man her booty was lookin nice.
I walked back in the house and got ready for the funeral. Then Ma drove us in her old school chevy to my unc's funeral. When we got there I met fam I had never seen before in my life.
Including my grandma.
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The Struggle
Teen Fiction"Ma, you know Imma be ight, especially since I got God on my side." "I know baby, but you my only son. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." She took me in her arms and gave me a long, but comforting hug. "Imma make it Ma, you'll see." With that...
