february 23,2018
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spiritualword: Yung Miami seems to be missing her producer #ShaiFord ever since she turned herself in on counts of aggravated identity theft on fraudulent credit card charges. Shai has only served 6 months of her 13 month sentence.
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[ TALLAHASSEE,FLORIDA ]
FCI TALLAHASSEE
Shai wiped her tears, emerging from her bed as it was announced that she had a visitor. Shai hadn't been this sad in a long time and it was taking a huge toll on her. She really wished she hadn't done but then again, she had to. Stepping out of her cell, she allowed the cop to guide her to the visitation room awaiting her to release her from the cuffs.
When she arrived to the room and saw her visitor, she immediately ran up to her and engulfed her into a warm hug. "I missed y'all so much!" Shai looked at Caresha and Raven
"We missed you too, how you holding up?" Raven asked causing Shai to look down at the blue shoes adorning her feet.
Shai was about ready to go home. She was tired of being in this hole. Tired of threatening these women to leave her alone about her snacks and phone time. Tired of the hard mattress she was forced to sleep on every night. Tired of people thinking because she loved a luxury life before that they could pick with her.
"I'm holding up, I'm ready to go home. Starting to regret it all." Shai admitted
"Everybody so ready for you to come home, you just don't know." Caresha spoke as Shai rolled her eyes at the thought of everyone bugging her when she got released
"Nobody messing with you in here huh?" Shai shook her head no
"Good because i can't fight but for you, i'd try." Raven truthfully spoke causing Caresha and Shai to laugh. "I miss y'all so much, go laugh the officer out her drawls and get me less time." Shai partially joked
"Girl, I got tea for you."
"Why Izzy want to know how to get in contact with you?" Raven's words flew out her mouth, she was very nosey and although she was the messenger for him — she was not doing a good job
"Who's Izzy?" Shai tapped her fingernails against the table. "Dreadhead Izzy, he got that one song that go like." Caresha began humming the instrumental of the song causing Shai to remain confused
"That's my song, I are who you say I am." Raven rapped along to Caresha's humming causing Shai to let out an 'oh' in realization. "Why would he be wanting to talk to me, i'm in jail." Shai looked at her best friends who were still singing the song. "Who knows, he gave us this to give you." Caresha slyly slid the envelope over to Shai who slipped the paper into her bra
"He did slid up on my story with the picture i posted of us and replied ' i want shai'." Raven shook her shoulders. "He like braceface shai who's doing a hefty sentence in jail. Atleast entertain him." Raven spoke knowing that Shai needed something positive in her life right now
"I don't even know what he looks like, what if he's ugly?"
"His momma did her big one when she made him." Shai looked down on the picture that Raven had practically slammed on the table.
"Just think about it."
Before the girls knew it, their time together had ran out and shai was back in those cuffs — being escorted back to her cell. Except now, she was smiling as she placed back in the cell. Making her way to the top bunk, she pulled the envelope from her bra. Opening it, her eyes scanned the letter which earned various facial expressions from her.
You probably wondering why this random nigga writing you but i had my eye on you fa a lil minute. You was dealing with lames though so i had to respect the pathetic shit. I want you though, you could let me in. I'm down for whatever you want me to, anything. You just gotta let me know what you want. I never had a b- lady as bad as you. I like yo lil braces and all.
I'll be yo lil pen pal and shit. You raw as hell, you gorgeous omm. Let me put money on them books so you could come home and show a nigga sumn. Everybody say you stuck up with a attitude but i like that about females. Don't be acting flaw and play like you too good to give a nigga a chance. 312-684-8875 when you make yo mind up. Let me get to know you and i'll show you shit you never seen befo.
- Izzy♧
"A little harmless flirting never hurt nobody." Shai thought as she held the note to her chest tightly as she tried to prevent a smile from crossing her face. Izzy was fine and reaching out to her when she was locked up, nobody ever did that for her before.
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[ ATLANTA,GEORGIA ]
IZZY'S HOUSE
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"Benz coupe switch to a benz truck, i'm whippin out." Izzy rapped into the microphone that stood before him in the recording booth
He was currently working on his second of the five albums he'd be dropping this year, he was never satisfied with just dropping an album or two and sitting around.
"With my lil muslim and we pullin' up to any store."
Kane and Drew, his loyal best friends and biggest critics, sat in the studio, nodding along to the beats and occasionally exchanging glances of approval. With each word he spit into the mic, he knew this project was going to be his best yet.
As Izzy wrapped up his final verse, he turned to Kane and Drew for their opinion. Kane leaned back in his chair, blowing smoke from his nose, "Man, that shit fire! they ain't ready for this." Drew chimed in, "Yeah, but I think we could tweak the hook a lil. What do you think, Iz?" Kane looked up from his seating
"Do what you think best." Izzy tiredly spoke
Izzy personally liked this album the most out of all five because it was truly a team effort. He experimented with different flows, different beats produced by Kane, and Drew would be tweaking minor recording problems. Each adjustment brought Izzy closer to his artistic vision, creating a body of work that was both authentic and innovative.
Izzy wasn't afraid to admit that recording had been tiring him out lately. His schedule was the same everyday: Eat,Sleep,Record,Visit the family, Go home, Repeat.
Hours flew by as Drew dove into the editing process, fine-tuning each track to perfection. Kane and Izzy hovered around him, giving their minor inputs. "Nigga, this album might be bigger than Until Death Call My Name." Kane exclaimed, slapping Izzy on the back. Drew added, "Fasho, yo fans gon go brazy when they hear this."
"I'll drop some old for em tonight, they been writing me on twitter all week about dropping." Izzy grabbed his work phone from the computer
"We could drop the Shining Hard song you been holdin' on to." Drew suggested causing Izzy to nod in agreement as he grabbed a water from the mini fridge. "But scratch the album, what's going on with yo shorty who locked up?"
"Ain't heard back from her yet, even though i was being romantic in the letter."
"The same letter that had 'i like bitches with nasty attitudes and let me get up in you'." Kane laughed causing the two to join in
"Mane, i threw them away and started over." Izzy waved them off causing them to shake their heads. "I bet 500k that she ain't gon give you a chance."
"Iz, don't bet that ni-." Kane's statement was interrupted by Izzy saying 'bet' and slapping hands with Drew which sealed the deal