STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)

Chapter 21: Detroit

Someone started to fire gunshots at our concert in Detroit, Michigan and the six of us dashed off the stage in a split second. The cops told us not to perform Fuck Tha Police but we did anyway so now they're after us. They caught us outside then arrested us. This is bull shit, they're arresting us because we performed a song. They threw is in the back of a truck with handcuffs on our wrists, this couldn't last too long. They're just gonna hold us in over night like it's supposed to scare us. We laughed or asses off as they drove away.

I was right though, they only kept us in over night. We were let out the next morning and after that we had a little conference with the press about getting arrested, the song, and our music.

"We exercise in our first amendment as far as I'm concerned," I stated to a question. We're not idiots. They think we are dumb and can't defend ourselves when it comes to political shit like this. I know what the fuck I'm talking about when it comes to shit like this. But I ain't no politician.

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After the whole conference I  went back to my hotel room to chill. Someone knocked on my door I looked over at it wondering who it could be.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's us," Dre said.

"What do y'all want?"

"Let us in right quick," Ren said.

"Hang on I'm, uh, doing something."

"Like what?" Yella asked. "Not like you have some nigga up in there."

"Shut up Yella." I bit my lip.

"Can were come in?" Eric asked.

"Give me a minute or three."

"Aight we'll be in our room."

"Okay." I heard their footsteps walking away from my door. "Did I tell you to stop?" I scolded the nigga who's head is in between my legs.

"Sorry baby," he said.

"I told you don't call me baby."

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"Can I get your number?" He asked walking out the room.

"No," I scoffed closing the door in his face. I grabbed my pants and put them back on before walking next door to the boy's room.

"Who is it?" Eric asked.

"Guess," I said.

"Its open T," Ren said.

"What'd y'all want?" I entered the room.

"Look who's here," Dre said.

"Hey T," Michel'le said in her high pitched squeaky voice.

"Oh shit! Hey Michel'le," I said. "When did you get here in Detroit?"

"Jerry flew me in on a plane."

"I'm glad he did," Dre said. "I miss my girl." I rolled my eyes at him. This whole tour he's been sleeping with other girls.

"I miss you too," she said.

"I missed you more."

"No I missed you more."

"No I missed you more."

"Oh get a fucking room," Eric and I said at the same time.

Michel'le giggled and Dre flipped us off.

Me and Eric returned the finger to him.

"Are you guys okay? You know about getting arrested?"

"That was nothing," I assured.