*requested*
Prod was about to leave the house to go handle some "business" you were always worried about whenever he ran out to do some "business"
"Prod you know how I get when you leave the house all types of hours I get really worried" you sighed.
"I know but babe don't worry ok."he kissed your forehead."I don't always do what I should but I do what I gotta do you've been at the bottom you've seen the hunger inside of you." He sat down and he made you sit down on his lap.
You nuzzled your head into his neck as he wrapped his arm around your waist.
"I don't know why to tell me not to worry."you whispered.
"Because."he sighed."Don't say what you won't do cause it can all change.When the going gets tough it'll drive you insane."
"But Prod-"he cut you off.
"See I done dodged a couple shots and served a couple blocks hit a couple corners tryna shake a couple cops."he played with your hair."So please stop worrying."
"No ba-"
"I broke a couple rules didn't graduate from school."
You had to admit he didn't have the best life but he tried to make the best of it.
"Cause I was busy hustling when I thought that shit was cool."
"And you still are?"you asked
"Um no just know that i'm taking care of business."he pushed you off his lap and you sat beside him."See I gotta keep it real with you baby cause the shit I used to do is what made me and I'm hoping I ain't gotta go back to the trap cause we all know we don't really want that."he bit his lip"But I gotta do what's best for us."
"Uhhh."you became really frustrated.
He looked at his watch and stood up.
"If I don't make it home tonight tell my mother that I love her leave some flowers for my brother."he looked at you.
You nodded.
"Girl I love ya.But if I don't make it home tonight leave some money for my sister I don't ever want her chasing after niggas."He gave you a strict look"Cause where i'm from niggas out here dying everyday and they ain't bad they just tryna make a way but I ain't different so if I get missing these are my last wishes I hope you get them right girl if I don't make it home tonight."he kissed your forehead again and left.
You began to worry well you knew he still sold and he can protect himself but you couldn't predict the future.He called you.
"Yes."you sniffled
"Babe its ok."he sighed"I know its harsh but this is how I feel girl its coming from the heart I hope it doesn't end the way it had to start."
"Why Prod?Can you just come home?"
"Cause it started out bad but I made it this far but everyone ain't tryna see me make it or they only wanna see me win so they can take it cause I know it hard to find a job so niggas kill and rob."he paused.
"Babe you are safe with me in the house."
"There's a chance that I won't make it here tomorrow being honest."
You stayed quiet.
"Would you miss me?"he asked
"A lot."
"Would you come up to my casket?Would you kiss me?"
"Pr-"
"My life is schizophrenic and im tryna stay sane pour a cup full hoping it would take away the pain."
"Pain?What pain?"
"I said you know I came from the projects don't care if it kill me i die I stay in the projects."he laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You know im fresh as a motherfucker."
"Random as fuck."you laughed
"In case that I die tonight."he stopped.You waited for
Him to continue.
"What?"
"Got a lot on my mind you know that i'm high tonight.I left that black hublot at home so I really don't got the time.Call you later bye love you."he hung up.
"Wassup Carter."
"Wassgud?"he responded
"Nun."
"My nigga got by a quarter I heard that he dropped that dime."
Prod grew angry.
"Go find him."he said through his teeth"You know what to do with him too."he looked at Carter"Failure's no option nigga are you out yo fucking mind."
"I'll go find him boss."
"Good Carter don't fuck this up you only one I trust in this warehouse and I don't want to kill you."
"Ok boss."Carter left.
"Mixin my life and my freedom fool and ain't none of ya stopping mine."Prod sighed.Prod stayed at the warehouse until 4 am.He drove back to the house.He saw that you were sleep on the couch with dry tear stains."She cried herself to sleep worrying about me."he smirked and carried you upstairs you woke up and saw him taking clothes off.
"You're back."you rubbed your eyes.
"Yup and in one piece I told you don't worry bout me baby I made it back to you i know what i'm doing."he popped his collar.
"So are you a male prostitute.Is that even possible?"
"No baby I don't do that Im a boss ok thats all you need to know."
"Ok Meek Mill."
"Now go back to sleep daddy's home ok and no matter what happens to daddy just know that daddy loves you forever and always."
"I love you too."
Song:Make It Home
Artist:August Alsina
