Shordy Wanna Be Thug

Chapter 5

Yasmine

We been driving for a while. Until we came to these big houses. My eyes sparkled at the thought of living in one of these one day.

"You like these huh" Pac said to me with a toothy smile.

"Yeah there beautiful" I said to him turning back towards the window.

Damn these are so nice I thought to myself.

We drove a little further. It looked deserted. My moma gone kick my ass.

We finally pulled up to this big ass house mansion like. It had a gate with a keypad. He punched in the password and drove in as the gates opened. He gotta be doing more than dealing drugs.

As we pulled into the house I felt my eyes grow to the size of saucers. He had a fountain that glowed in the nightime water poured out. Sprinklers watered the grass and his house was atleast 3 stories.

I heard him chuckle he was looking at how I was amazed by the house.

"You sure this yo crib" I said to him.

He laughed.

"Yeah you like it" he asked to me.

"Yea this phat" I said to him getting out the car following him to the door.

He opened it and I couldn't believe it, it was so beautiful. He had this gorgeous chandelier. These nice marbled floors. With luxurious furniture. He chuckled.

"Follow me," he said to me while throwing his jacket onto the couch.

I looked at my surroundings as we traveled down the hall. We went into what looked like another living room.

"Wassup with the two living rooms" I said to him looking around as he plopped down on the couch picking up this bowl-like glass container that held green herb which I knew was weed. I watched as he took a pack of swishers out his pocket and rolled my eyes.

"One for me, one for company I really don't like people wondering around my house so no one really come pass that front room" he looked up at me as he licked the swisher. "You lucky" he said to me.

"Guess I am," I said looking around I saw a record player. I gasped.

"You gotta record player" I said wondering over to it. As I analyzed it. I looked through his records and seen he had a lot of blues ojays and old-school r&b. I laughed.

"You must really like Marvin Gaye" I stated as I observed all the Marvin Gaye albums.

"Yeah I fuck with him" he said taking a drag from his blunt.

"You don't mind if I put one on do you" I said to him.

"Naww go ahead" he said leaning back on the couch.

I placed my favorite record on and Marvin voice began to fill the room.

"Mother, Mother theres to many of you crying, Brother,Brother, Brother there's far too many of you dying Oh, you know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin here today-Ya Father, father we don't need to escalate you see, war is not the answer for only love can conquer hate you know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin' here today, oh oh oh" he sanged.

"Picket lines and picket signs don't punish me with brutality talk to me, so you can see oh, what's going on what's going on yeah, what's going on
Ah, what's going on" I sang with him.

I smiled. "Maaan that's one record," I said out loud.

"Shit girl you can sing" he said to me.

I looked over at Tupac his eyes were now low.