Make it Through the Day (Young M.A)

(27)Ether

Recap

"So are yall ready to bounce up out of here." Tweety said. Imani got off the bed and went to go get a wheel chair for ma. We got Q and ma situated and head home. This was going to be a long process.

Kat's POV
The next week

I have been out of the hospital for a week. I'm back and I'm doing more. I'm still looking for Julia and Chrisay but that hasn't been successful yet. Let me fill you in on what happened this past week. So Imani and I ate staying together as of right now. I mean why not. We just two friends kicking it. Nothing more nothing less. As for ma and Quinn,  they are together. I couldn't keep her away from her mother. Anyways I was in the kitchen listening to my music when Imani came in and sat at the table. " Good morning " She said to me. I nodded at her and handed her a plate of food. "Kat I'm sorry for everything that has happened to you because of me. I swear i really do want to be with you, but I'm not sure if you want the same thing." Imani said while putting eggs in her mouth. I lookedat her and smirked. I wanted to be with her but it wasn't that simple. She doesn't understand how much I wanna be with her. I continued to listen to my music and eat. It was silent the only thing you could hear was the music blasting through the kitchen.  I got up and put my plate in the dish washer. I grabbed my phone and my keys and headed for the front door. "I'll be back later." I said. " Wait." Imani called behind me. I turned around and looked at her in her face. " i um never mind I'll just see you when you get bab- Kat. " I nodded and headed for my car. I just got in and sat there contemplating my love for imani. I wanted to know what she was going to say. But that's going to have to wait for a minute. I drove to the stupid to lay down a couple of verses. As i drove long the roads of brooklyn i just kept thinking about how my famuly dead could have lost they life fucking around with chrisay and Julia. I didn't realize i was deep in thought because i was already at the studio. I got out my car and locked the door. I walked into the studio to see butta sitting waiting for me. "Iight man lets get to it time is money." I said. Everyone crowded around Butta as he played the track. " OOOOuu shit i can spit some hot shit on this. Mut caliente." I dapped Tweety up and head to the booth. Butta played that track over. "The beast has awoken these niggas prov..."  I didn't know. I was lowkey stuck. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. I went to my memes and picked a rap already written. "Iight i'm ready."

"Ether"

The best has awoken, these niggas provoked me
The way these dykes hate me you would swear that they know me
It's crazy, but so am I so keep an open eye
Fuck the mic, cause I would kill a dyke and call it homo-cide, fucked her
You'll get punk'd like Rucker
That four-five spark like lightning but bark like thunder
Y'all rap niggas full of shit and I'm that plumber
Told your bitch come and eat this dick up like supper
I got a couple of drummers that'll pop that trunk up
And serve you hatin' ass niggas like lunch trucks
I'm a king, this crown fit me perfect
I earned that title, I worked hard, that's why I deserve it
For 12 years tryna get behind those curtains
I was gay for a reason, I believe this was my purpose
These niggas is nervous, toughen up, get out your purses
I'm angry, they tryna tell me I should limit my curses, nah
I spit that ether, I sip that demon, yo tweety
Roll that reefer and spark that weed up
My haters increasing, my money increasing
I'm that tatted motherfucker that be humping your nieces
We, party all week and work on the weekend
Obey laws, man we runnin' lights, dipping and speeding
I'm 23, I'm living life, no longer dreaming
I was depressed, popping pills, now I no longer need 'em
You know my style, four braids, gold grill, and a beater
I fuck with your soul like ether, snapback and some sneakers
5K for a feature, call Jason to reach us
Fuck this bitch in the bleachers, she the twin of Aaliyah
Hair long like Selena, but her name is Katrina
Ass fat like Serena, set it off like Latifah
Shit the bitches you be fucking, they look like Felicia
I bring that raw shit, I'm a problem
You put the love in hip hop like Stevie and Jocelyn
My niggas is banging them hammers like sorry your honor
Serving that ganja, cooking Madonna like Benihanas
If they ain't beside us then they behind us
We ahead, and I can get that from your mama
I fuck with your soul like ether, throw it back like a beeper
Go deeper and deeper, bust a nut then I leave her
They been sleeping on the kid for a while
It's crazy, it's more people reaching out out of town
Don't get me wrong, I know the Brook forever holding me down
But where's promoters from my city? I don't see them around
Where they at? the people saying I'm bringing hip hop back
They fiending, arms itching cause I spit that crack
They need it, like an alcoholic needing his Jack
I think these niggas is afraid to see a dyke on the map
I'm disrespectful, yeah I might have your wife on my lap
Or on her knees, now my Tommy boxers covered in mac
Lipstick, her ass feel like a big ass biscuit
I like 'em thim slick, when I hug her I grip it
This her ain't nothing new, I been lit like incense
A pretty ass dyke, got more hoes than Christmas
But don't get it confused, naw homie don't twist it
Cause this 32 will have 'em shook up like Bisquick
I don't always want to bring it to violence
So I'ma spit that real shit, you know, kick 'em some knowledge
RIP to all my niggas gone, moment of silence
Live every day like it's your last cause tomorrow ain't promised
Free all my niggas locked down, serving time in them boxes
To single mothers out working, putting checks in they pockets
To all the youth that graduated, now headed to college
To all the rappers out grinding, keep going, you got it
To all my gays struggling, still stuck in the closet
Just come out, be you, never try to disguise it
To all my trap niggas trapping, cooking and chopping
Watch for them snitch niggas ratting, giving names to the coppers
Do anything you want to do, you got plenty of options
I'm sending rappers to god, make 'em die from these bars
Tell 'em step to the kid, give a fuck who you are

I placed the headphones on the the mic stand. I came out the booth and dapped them all up. "Straight fire." Tweety and Keyz said. I laughed. I sat down on the chair and looked at all them niggas stare at me. I laughed again. " So nigga you smashing her still or nah?" Keyz said rubbing his hands together. I smirked. Its crazy because i was thinking about it tonight. "Nah we just.. friends." I said they looked at me all funny. Just as i was about to speak again my phone vibrated. It was an incoming text from imani. "Come home we need to talk." I looked at it an frowned. "Ill be back later iight." I dapped them all up and headed home.

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