Chapter One

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Dylan, Nick, and I were in the garage. They were rapping a few verses using dope instrumentals. Dylan was doing most of producing the music. Nick was rapping, the best he could. 

"Aye could I get a try?" I cock my eyebrow

"Calvin you can't do no damn rapping boy!" Nick rubs his hands together 

"Yeah, what you know about rapping?!" Dylan screws up his face 

"Come on guys! Can I try?"

Nick glances over at Dylan, a smile forming on his face. 

"Alright. You got 2 minutes dude.." Dylan giggles 

*Itty Bitty Time Skip*

"Cal you ready?" Dylan asks me 

"Yes, I am." I say into a mic 

Dylan begins the instrumental...

I close my eyes, clearing my throat. 

"It's getting harder to practice humility
Due time comes popularity spikes
And I confuse my lungs
Cause the air in my life is too pure
I'm done tryna carry the sights that
 I See through aerial flights on the path to
The future where my head space lacks but
My scar's show
Clearly that my skin is too thick
To be punctured by any toothpick
You flick at me  

My mind has a shattered screen
That plays scary movies
The classic scenes
Like a psycho bathroom slasher scene
And shows
Digital previews of magazines and I
Cannot seem to relax anymore
Always stressed out
Ideas fleshed out
My regrets drowned
And I am an accomplice
Still I don't ever feel accomplished  

  I buy Ikea furniture
Cause finishing assembly
Makes me feel like
I accomplished something
Other than whimpering
In silence when the eerie atmosphere
Of night can get to me
And make me wish
That I were still in infancy  

  I buy Ikea furniture
Cause finishing assembly
Makes me feel like
I accomplished something
Other than whimpering
In silence when the eerie atmosphere
Of night can get to me
And make me wish
I still had my humility
It's killing me  

  It's getting easier to practice humility
New lines come to my mind when writing
I don't just strike twice
I ride the lighting
And drop compliments on the eyes of my
Kin
To show that my love is infinity
And I'm done with inventing these ugly obscenities
Replace the hate with
Hugs from the kid in me and
Shine till it looks like the sun tried to fit in me
Something is interesting about me right?
It's appreciation of art
No, its how he writes
It's all this
This love
These beautiful words
That I cannot seem to produce
When the music is curbed
So this isn't rap
It's not hip-hop
Not poetry
It's just me trying to express
How explosively
I react
With these cats
In my life
Frequently
So, thank you for existing
I'll be here... If you're needing me"

Dylan and Nick looks shocked. Nick starts to cough, as if he was choking.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Nick says, before coughing again 

"Damn.." Dylan puts his hand over his chest 

"Um..how was it?"

"I feel so empty now, goddamn." Dylan sits up in his chair 

Nick comes back from the bathroom. 

"That gotten me so choked up, damn dude. You is amazing Calvin." Nick daps Calvin 

"Thanks." My mouth curves into a smile 

"Dude you got any more fire to spit?" Dylan asks as his eyes were attracted to his computer screen 

"Mm, probably later." I giggle

"I should be going home now." Nick says, dapping Dylan and I 

"Bye Nick." I say, dapping him back 

"Bye dude." Dylan does the peace sign

"Calvin." Dylan calls out my name 

"What's up?"

"I know a dude that can discover your music." 

"What you mean?"

"This dude is like a manager. He can get you discovered or whatever the fuck. I'm being dead ass serious Calvin."

"Really?!"

"Yes, dude. You got any other songs?"

"Yes I do. I write them all in my notebook." I show Dylan my book full of raps 

"Damn. But for real, I'ma contact him."

"Alright." Butterflies entered my stomach 

"Dude..don't be worried." 

"I'll try..I just hope he likes hearing words filled about my blood-curdling life..."

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