Boondocks Random

Work Out

Riley POV~

With this Quarantine shit going on, I ain't been able to hit the studio worth shit. Being stuck in the house I had so much I wanted to rap about but I couldn't and Hiro dumbass was taking too long to get here so we could record in my studio at the cribbo.

"Is he here yet?" I questioned.

"No dad," My 15 year old son, replied. "Uncle Hiro isn't here yet."

"Uncle Hiro is coming over?" Blaise asks.

I nodded,

"Yea," I reply, "We supposed to be recording today."

Blaise smiled. He was a big fan of Hiro's producing, wanting to be a producer himself.

"You rapping again?" Jadea asks.

"What else would I do?" I question.

"Why not sing like Uncle Huey and Auntie Jada?"

"Because I'm a real nigga and real niggas don't sing," I tell her.

"So I'm not a real nigga?" Blaise asked.

"Huh?"

"You said real niggas don't sing. I sing. So I'm not a real nigga?"

"First of all," I began, "Stop sayin nigga. Second of all, any child of a mine is an automatic real nigga."

"Daddy, I'd rather not be considered a real nigga," Jade tells me.

"Stop sayin nigga. But what would you want us to call you?"

"Hmmm.. Rylee calls herself a bad bitch. I think I'll be that."

I stared at my 13 year old as my wife walks in.

"You'd wanna be called what?" Taiya questions.

"Shit. See ya'll and this damn cussin! I told ya'll bout that damn shit. I swear, I wonder where ya'll get that from!" I scold, only to get punched in the arm by Taiya. "What?"

"They get it from their father. Stop with the cussin you three."

"But mama Taiya, I didn't cuss," Carter defends himself. "It was them two."

"Snitch," Blaise mumbled.

"Right," I agreed, just to get hit again.

"Aye dawg, watch who the fuck you hitting," I warn.

"You should try singing daddy," Jade says. 

"Here you go again with this. Why do you want me to sing?"

"Try something different. Do what Auntie Jada does."

"And what is that?" Taiya asks.

"Making up a song as you go. Like freestyle singing."

"That's not a bad idea," Taiya says, looking at me. "You could try it."

"I still don't understand the appeal, but fine. It's not gonna get dropped anyways so I'll do it."

Hiro makes it an hour later, bringing Ming with him.

"Yo ass late," I glared.

"Sorry," Hiro chuckles, "Been extra busy. But I got time now. So, you know what you wanna do?"

"Shoes off and ya'll asses better put some hand sanitizer on before ya'll touch any damn thing. The dispenser is on the wall right there."

Hiro and Ming roll their eyes but listen. We walk into my studio that I made in one part of the basement. The kids were sitting on the couch inside.