Page 60 of My Brother's Keeper
Click off.
I wasn’t fucking trash. A nigga was nervous. I had never been in a studio before, so all this shit was new to me. He ran the track back, and the intro started again. I closed my eyes and bounced my head from side to side until the track stopped. When I opened my eyes, this time he glanced at me.
Click on.
“Hold on,” he said.
The door opened and caught not only my attention but apparently Beans’ too. When the person stepped inside, I didn’t think anything of it. She stared at me as he stared at her while I watched both of them. “I told you I was busy. Why are you here?” he asked her.
Click off.
She said something back to him, and I was trying to read her lips, but I couldn’t. The conversation didn’t look friendly.Oh, he was fucking with her. I thought. I knew what it looked like when a nigga was beating down the doonies. He dropped his head and slammed his hand on the chair. She slapped his ass and walked out the door.
He shot up from the chair as his demonic ass eyes quickly glanced at me and pulled away. He rushed out of the door behind her. Who knew my first day in the studio would look like this? I hoped the nigga would come back so we could finish. It took a couple of minutes, but he had come back into the room. He seemed more agitated. Now I knew I couldn’t fuck up, because if he ended this session, it was no telling when I would be back here.
Click On.
He picked up his blunt lit as he eyed me. “Nigga are you ready? Frankly, I don’t think you got it in you, and I really don’t give a fuck.”
I closed my phone because I was going to spit from the top. The fact that he underestimates me is why he thought I would be behind the mic with nothing to say. I put the headphones back on. “Roll that shit,” I said as I nodded.
Click Off.
I shook my head and closed my eyes. The music kicked up as I waited for the beat to drop, and when it did. I let that shit go.
Cove bred, blood thick, I rise from the grime,
Flex in my soul, yeah, I’m running outta time.
Keith gotta eat, I’m stacking, I’m the plug,
Pain in my chest, but I’m flying like a thug.
Porsha in my vision, never faded, never gone,
Every verse a torch, every beat a swan song.
Family on my back, I’m carrying the flame,
Death tried to stop me, but I’m changing the game.
Tears in my hoodie, yeah, the weight is real,
But the mic is my weapon, and the bars my steel.
From my block to the world, I’m claiming my throne,
Flex lives forever, and my people holding on.
I came from the shadows, now I’m running the light,
Every loss, every fight, made my purpose ignite.
Legacy in motion, I strike with no pause,
My name gon live forever lil bitch fuck the law.
Beans’ brows went in as his head shot up.
