Percy POV
Life is like sitting on a carousel,you spin round and round, but never go anywhere. At least that's how most people live their lives. Not me. My life is a constant roller coaster with many loops and twists and turns. Oh how I️ wish I️ had a normal life, how I️ wish I️ was a normal kid, but no. I️ had to like different things. I️ had to be different from everyone else. I️ had to grow up without a father, and a mother who couldn't hold a job. Now, don't get me wrong, I️ Love my mother and I️ would be nothing without her, but she just couldn't hold a job. So, I️ had to take matters into my own hands, and start working the streets. Selling weed. I️ never used it for recreation, if I️ ever used it at all. I️ only used it to help with the insomnia. As I️ was deep in thought walking down the hallway, I️ accident bump shoulders with someone. I️ look up from hood and see none other than Annabeth Chase, standing there staring at me with a blank look plastered on her face. "What?" I️ said."Well, you DID just run into me." She replied. I️ just shook my head and continued walking. Yes, that was how I️ acted towards everyone at this school. I️ don't think a single person had heard me say more than three words. "Percy, wait!" I️ hear Annabeth call to me. I️ turn around slowly and say,"What" once again. "You dropped your, uh, earbuds." I️ hear her stammer. Probably shocked that I️ didn't keep walking. I️ snatch them from her and keep walking towards my tree. I️ was so lost in thought I️ hadn't even noticed my earbuds had fallen out. "You're not even going to say thanks?" Annabeth said. I️ turn around and say, "I️ don't say thanks." I️ continued walking down my path and shove my earbuds back into my ears. Since I️ listen to music all day long, and it was lunch, my playlist had changed to Spotify Radio and was playing some rap song and I️ went to change it, by stopped. I️ put my hand back and continued to listen to the...trap song is what it would be classified as nowadays. I️ began to realize that I️ related with a lot of what this guy was saying.I️ pull my iPod out and look at the song title, "Rubin' off the Paint" by YBN Nahmir.
They say Lil'' Nahmir where you been at? I'm just passin' a breeze
I been runnin' up a check, that's why these bitches on me
I been coolin', layin' low, but I'm not takin' a seat
But just know a nigga back and this time I won't leave
I been runnin', runnin', runnin', gotta check me a bag
I got hunnids on my neck and I got Trues on my ass
Niggas said I'm goin' broke, well I just take it and laugh
I be speedin' in that foreign with Five-O on my ass
But I'm that nigga, I won't ever change, rubbin' off the paint
Smokin' dank, got a Uzi in my lap, I let it bang
Free Lil' Tay, know he keep a 'K, but he not Tay-K
I up the chop and let it blow him, watch this bitch heat his face, I'm that nigga
And all my young niggas pullin' triggers, we gorillas
We let this bitch off until you feel us, for you niggas
That's always on IG with them yiggies, takin' pictures
Is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches?
You niggas really hoes and you be acting like these bitches
You niggas say y'all silent but y'all probably in there snitchin'
Most the niggas that's around me throwin C's like they crippin'
But they do it for the twins, free Lil' Corey and Lil' Christian
But I'm rockin' with my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch I keep a forty
You say I'm lackin', nigga try me, shoot you and yo' shorty
I'm cookin up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
Forty poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
Hit a opp up, dreads swangin' just like I'm a Rasta
Smokin' ganja and I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas
Any nigga test my gangsta nigga, I'ma pop 'em
And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck niggas
It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck nigga
Niggas dissin' on Lil' Valley, he get slumped nigga
We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk nigga
I'm one-hundo, bitch that's on my life, I will never fold
A nigga speakin on Lil' Quay, well then that nigga gotta go
I'm really small but I can fight but I'ma still up that pole
For you niggas think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me hoe
Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit
I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin life, that I fuckin' live
But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
But if it's money near yo' head, well I'ma fuckin get it, man
Man, that honestly wasn't as bad as I️ thought it would be. I️ has gotten this perception that all rap music was just people talking about random things with no meaning to it. This guy poured his whole life into this song, and I️ could tell. Because I️ could relate. I️ came up with a crazy idea; I️ could do that too.
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Percy Jackson: The Emo Rapper
FanfictionPercy Jackson has been a loner for most of his life. He had no people with whom he hung out with. That is, until he discovered a very special, unknown talent:rap. Rap changed his life. Let's see by how much.
