Rapper's Delight (I Always Got Your Back)

Chapter 1: Struggle Become a Story

Let me tell y'all a story about my life so far. My name is Justin "Justice" Garson. Growing up in Atlanta has been a struggle for me and my family. We were in the hood and that's as far as we knew. Our TV only worked if someone was paying the bill that month. The only channel I watched was MTV. They would show all this musical talent of various people. It go from R&B to old school rap to new school rap. I mean these were some of the most lyrical folks back in the day to me. You could feel what they were trying to say in every bar and rhyme they made.  I told myself that I wanted to be like that when I got older. It seemed like my only way out of the hood.

Now it wasn't like there were always some bad things there. I had my younger brother, Terrell, who would keep me laughing all day. I told him that he need to be a comedian. He was always into that Eddie Murphy standup and Katt Williams too. He would sometimes get the family together and put on a show. Even though some of his stuff was cringe, he still was able to make us laugh. I swear that nigga crazy.

Then, there was my girl, Ember Harrison aka Nessy, who is my ride or die chick. I felt sane and happy that she was around. Life wasn't as hard when she stepped into the picture. She has an amazing voice that would knock you on your feet. Sometimes she would sing to the ice cream man and get free ice cream for us. She was a true finesser, hence the nickname "Nessy".

Lastly, there was my nigga, Christopher Johnson aka Cash. How can I put it like this? This muthafuka came into my life when I was at my lowest and helped me be a better me. I am truly grateful for him. He was three years older and like a big bro to me. He got me more involved in the streets, which my folks hated, but they knew one thing about Cashius. He will always have my back. No matter what it is. He is right there and I trust him more than anyone in this whole world. I got love for my boy.

Since I was 16, I was hustling in the streets trying to find someone to listen to my music. Can you believe nobody didn't want to hear me? I continued my work until I was 18. Then, I had to put it on pause because I was going off to college. I went to Savannah State to pursue a degree in Music. Yeah, a nigga went to get an education. Shit, I had find a way to get out of the hood if my music wasn't gonna do it for me. I heard some of the dudes in the dorm playing music and making it too. I felt that itch again, but I was ready to give up until Cash called me one day.

"Yo, Jus, where you at nigga?" Cash shouted through my phone. It sounded like he was winded and out of breath.
"Bruh, I'm at school. Where you at? You was supposed to be here an hour ago!" I shout back to him.
"Bro, there's this producer that want to meet you. He go by RhinoS!"
"Huh?! Man, get off my phone with dat bullshit!" I said not believing the hype.
"Hold on." Cash said. Then, I heard some static and a voice came over it.
"Yo! Am I speaking to Justice?" a voice said. I looked at my phone like it was a telemarketer.
"Uh-this is he. Who may I be speaking with?" I said in my proper voice.
"This is RhinoS! How's it going my brother?"
"Oh shit! It deadass is you! What da fuck!" I yelled back to the phone.

People were staring at me like I just got out of the looney bin. I didn't give fuck because all that matter was that I'm on the phone with my nigga, RhinoS! We chopped it up for a bit and set up an appointment to meet at the studio.

*2 years later*

Shit, life was still the same. I mean I was getting some money, but it wasn't like I was rolling in dough. Man I wasn't even in flour. I was able to buy me some chips and ice with the money I was making. This nigga, RhinoS, made a bunch of empty promises and I was getting sick of his lies. I legit left college two years ago to make my dream come true in LA. I dropped a few mixtapes and got some good feedback. Though, the label wasn't feeling the music at the time. They kept saying, "In due time, you got to wait your turn." Well, fuck all this waiting bullshit. Can we start making me some real money? I ain't getting no bitches with these hand me down clothes and chump change in my pockets. This shit is wack as fuck.