JUST DOING IT…
THE PHONE RINGING woke Spits from a deep sleep. He snatched it off the nightstand and barked hello.
“I thought you said you were coming at two.” Mash said on the other end. “And look at you, still sleeping.”
Spits wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked at the Dallas Cowboy wall clock above his bedroom closet.
“Man it’s only one and you-”
“And like I said, you’re still sleeping”
Mash let out a breath and asked Spits if he was coming or not. “I been trying to get you over here for the last three months nigga! Is you comin’ or not?”
Though Spits was mad that he got woke up, he couldn’t help but laugh at hearing Mash whine like a little female.
“Quit crying nigga, I’ll be there in a minute. Just let me wash up and I’ll drive over.” Spits laughed.
“Hurry up though. I’m tired of listening to these clowns and they weak raps. Nigga’s been woofin’ to me ‘bout how tight you is with this rappin’ and I’m tryin’ to see what all the hype’s about.”
Spits laughed as he hung up. He then climbed out of bed while yawing and headed for the bathroom.
“Deandre are you hungry?” His mother called out after hearing the bedroom door open. “I cooked some of that fish you brought home yesterday.”
“Yeah mom. Make me a plate to go.” He yelled before going to brush his teeth and wash his face. Spits smiled in appreciation at the handsome cocoa complected face staring back at him in the mirror.
“Just do it.” He told himself, reciting his mantra in an attempt to pump himself up for the studio session. Ever since he had been released from prison three months ago, Mash had been sweating him to come and lay down some vocals.
But Spits had been putting him off because there was just too much money out here in the streets to be made. He wasn’t trippin’ on trying to be a rapper. That dream had died a long time ago.
He snuck up behind on his mother at the stove and hugged her.
“Good morning beautiful lady.”
“Hey you.” She turned towards him with a smile and saw the sparkle in his eyes. “What’s got you all excited this morning?”
“Nothin’. I’m goin’ to my patna’s house to record a couple of songs.”
His mother knew how much her baby loved to rap so upon hearing this, she smiled and hugged him. “Oh baby, I’m so happy for you!”
“Dang Mom.” He complained, pulling away as if he were too old to be hugging his mother. “It ain’t nothin’.”
She gave him a look and waved him off. “You forget that I raised you boy. I know how important music used to be to you and I know that cool front you be puttin’ up for everybody else is just that. A front. So don’t be actin’ all grown on me when I wanna hug you and share your happiness.”
When Spits was done eating, he got dressed and left for the five minute drive to Mash’s house and parked in front. He climbed out and headed to the back garage door on the side of the house like Mash had told him to.
