The Life of a Young Thug

Chapter Two The Cypher

I walk to the abandoned house where we always bust out rhymes or smoke a gar, maybe 2. My homeboy came and put a mixtape with instrumentals on it in the CD player. The music started playing and the room got smaller and smaller as people and more people started to swarm the room. All of a sudden I heard a countdown for me to begin and this echoes  5.....4......3.....2....1. I told yall pussy niggas stay off of my street/ Cuz my guns just went silent but the bullets will still peep/ and this life I just be living be a struggle everyday/ got the niggas going gay so I don't trust them anyway/ my nigga got the dope but im staying in the house/ so i could write rhymes yall just say what its about/ getting this paper just chasing cheddar / I gotta couple bad chickens and they kinda clever/  plus I got  a thousand dollers its just locked up in my safe/ and my momma got my back but I just ripped the beat today/

At first I looked around the room and all I saw was shocked faces. I'm wondering did I do something wrong until I heard someone say " look at the future rapper of tomorrow." I started to smile but my emotions got overwhelmed by the audience applauding. I just knew rapping was my talent but I just didn't know where to start or where to end. Its like the way I rap was very talented and amazing to other people,but now I gotta take it to another level. I spent the rest of the day chilling at the abandoned house listening to the other people with talent. To be honest they was all terrible just my opinion. I left (just because my mood had a swing). I just walked home sat down and got my school clothes freshed pick for tomorrow. Lord knows i'm ready to get this day over with.