"I guess I gotta forgive sometime..." I kept a straight face, and looked at the sofa. Avoiding eye contact. I'm not about to go back to him tho...I'm sorry I can't.
"But?" Pac asked, already knowing there was gonna be a but involved. I bit my lip for a second and took a deep breath.
"Pac listen...I ain't rushing back into this shit with you..after what you did....imma be real with you" I looked up into his eyes, not being able to completely find my words.
"I don't see there being an us..." I shook my head, those words leaving my mouth made my heart feel heavy, I could see the immediate hurt in pacs eyes.
"As long as you Ight with me...we can build baby...I ain't going knowhere" he said stepping closer to me, only making me step away.
"Pac...no, stop all this...I'm not yo girl" I look down at the floor with my lips pressed together, trying to hold myself together.
"...look, I gotta get ready for a show..so I'll see you around" I shook my head walking over to the hall as Pac watched me, it hurt me that he looked hurt...but even if that's his fault, he has a place in my heart no matter what I do...which I hate.
"Right..." He nodded his head, getting the message. He licked his lips looking more then down, and started walking to the door.
"Goodnight babygirl...be safe" he said not awaiting a response before he left. I watched him close the door behind him as I felt anxiety kick in all of a sudden...why do I feel bad about this
I didn't do anything...
I really do need him...
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|One Week Later|
|Monaé's P.O.V|
"I treat this like my thesis
Well-written topic, broken down into pieces
I introduce then produce
Words so profuse
it's abuse
how I juice up this beat
Like I'm deuce,
two people
both equal
Like I'm Gemini, rather Simeon
If I Jimmy on this lock I could pop it
You can't stop it, drop it
Your whole crew's microscopic
Like particles while I make international articles
And on the cover
Don't discuss the baby mother business
I been in this third LP you can't tell me, I witness
First handed
I'm candid
You can't stand it,
respect demanded
And get flown around the planet
Rock Hard like..." I ponder over my rhymes for a moment, rock hard like...
"Hmm" I tap the pen on my desk as I think. Rock hard like...rock hard like granite!.
"Granite" I say allowed as I jolt it down onto the paper.
I flinch when I hear the sound of bullets being shot, catching me off guard. I set my pen down and I sigh, resting my head in my hands. The hood is too crazy man...lately I've been feeling so jumpy and shit.
This weed got me paranoid then a motha fucka.
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|Monaé's P.O.V|
"AYO DARNELL!" Caine shouts from his bedroom as I sat on his bed, I was helping Caine with his date tonight.
He ended up giving the money back by the way...but he almost got killed coz the dude thought Caine stole it.
"WHAT!" Darnell shouts back from another room I couldn't identify.
"YOU SEEN MY SHIRT?!" Caine calls moving pillows around on his bed trying to look for it, I still can't believe he going on a date...nigga ain't gon get NO pussy.
"THE WHITE ONE?!" Darnell shouts back, from wherever he was.
"YEH" Caine replied taking a pause.
"OH SORRY CUH...WE RAN OUTTA TOILET PAPER" Darnell yelled back making my eyes shoot open as I covered my mouth...shit I know this nigga didn't use it as toilet paper.
"YOU WIPED YO ASS WITH MY SHIRT?!" Caine called back running out of the room making me laugh and shake my head.
"Nasty motha fuckas..." I mumble.
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|Monaé's P.O.V|
"DAMNNN!" I exclaim looking at Caine, his barber did him DIRTY...when I say his hairline was so far back that shit was in the fifties.
"Awww shit! Is it really that bad?" He frowns looking at all of us as we chill on my porch, smoking and drinking.
"Nigga! He pushed yo shit so far back you the new stevie wonder!" Darnell exclaims making us all die of laughter. Tears was even leaving my eyes.
"OOOHH" I instigate, putting my fist over my mouth, giving Darnell some dap as Caine literally had a bitch fit . And he STILL got a date tonight.
"Fuck all y'all...I need a hat or somethin" he shook his head, storming into the house as we laugh even more, that nigga lived a fuckin comedy sketch...poor thing, shit was still too funny.
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Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur
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