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After school, DeShaun and I decided that we were gonna walk home and change and then go wherever the bus takes us. I changed into some simple gray Nike sweats with a black long sleeved T-shirt, a big black coat, and my black converse. I put my hair into a messy ponytail. I looked around to see what time it was. 5:30 PM. Shit.... Momma should be home in 15 minutes.
"Yo, come on before she get home and she won't let us go nowhere!" I heard him from outside. When the fuck did he get past me? I got my keys and ran downstairs to see that he was already outside with a big stack full of flyers for the talent show at Centerline High. I locked the door and we started walking.
The sun is still out shining bright but it's so damn cold. It's like the sun is not doing it's fucking job. I can't wait until the time changes. Instead of it being so damn early at the ass-crack of dawn, it could be dark like me soul and I could sleep better.
I started to realize where we're going. Back to school. We got to the steps of Osborne and we sat down and started passing out flyers. "Ayo white boys!" I looked up and saw a group of white boys coming our way one of them stood out to me because he had a black hat on so low that I barely could see his face and he had a big box in his hands... I wonder what's in there.
"Yo whats up?" One of the boys said. I had my eyes set on the box boy. I opened my mouth to talk, but DeShaun interrupted me. Dickhead. "Y'all should slide by and check us out at Centerline High. we havin' a talent show." I gave the 3 boys with free hands some flyers and when I came face to face with the mysterious boy, i smiled at him and put a flyer in his box.
As I walked back over to DeShaun, I felt eyes burning a hole in my damn ass. "I'm not tryna be nosy, but what's in the box?" I put my hand under my head to keep my head up. "EPs. Y'all should listen to us." DeShaun and I were looking at them like the fuck? white boys don't know how to rhyme.
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"The fuck? white boys don't know how to rhyme!" He took the damn words right out of my mouth. "Nah. M&M know how to rap. Ain't that right Marshall?" So that's his name. I'm gonna remember that. "Yeah... I guess you can say that." The first thing that came out of his mouth. He sounds so humble. "Don't just stand there bein' quiet and shit. Spit somethin'!
He stepped to us and started rapping. "I never ran with a clique, I'm the posse. Kamikaze, strappin a mothafuckin bomb across me. Ever since I was born my momma lost me..." I watched him go as his hand shook as he rapped. He got that same flow like DeShaun. He was good... Shit, he was great. "I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place, my worst day on this earth was my first birthday. Retarded? what did that nurse say? Brain damage? Fuck, I was born during an earthquake."
DeShaun and I were blown away. He shook his head with a smile on his face. "Damn... You good." Marshall just smiled and shook his hand. "Whats y'all names?" "I'm DeShaun, but you can call me Proof."
Their eyes traveled from him to me. I just stayed quiet. DeShaun knows I don't like attention so he spoke for me. "And this is DaNae, but you can call her D." They nodded. "I'm Chaos Kid, this is Manix, DJ Buttafingaz, and M&M."
I gave them a shy smile. "nice to meet y'all." I shocked myself by how loud I was. "Y'all too.. well we gotta get goin', we tryna get the word out about us." They were about to walk away. "hey!" They turned around. "What's y'all group name?"
Marshall dug in the box, pulled out 2 tapses, and ran up to me. "Soul Intent." He whispered into my ear and ran back over to his homeboys. I looked at the tapes and handed one to DeShaun... I'm gonna listen to it when I get home.
After 15 minutes we got home I went next door to get Damion, and her car wasn't in the driveway yet... that's weird. I just shook it off and walked to my room. The first thing I did when I got in there was slide the tape in the music player, sat on my bed, and vibed out all night. When the tape was over, I replayed it. They were good... real good.
After I layed my baby down, he was fighting his sleep. I really hate when he does this. He just makes my job harder. I kept rubbing his stomach until he finally fell asleep.
As I kept replaying it over and over again, I soon fell asleep next to Damion with Marshall on my mind. Today was cool, I guess.
Okay... this is the 2nd chapter and I'm gonna finish when i get home which is gonna be in about 10 to 20 minutes. I got the idea from the song "Yellow Brick Road" by Eminem. Don't forget to vote and comment and send me your ideas for the story.
