Making A Difference
Came up in criminal days, living these criminal ways, what can I say.
-August Alsina x Hip Hop
|August Alsina|-|Two Months Later|
Twisting the last stain of hair on my head, a nigga patiently waited fo' dese muthafuckas ta call my name. Ova' da last two months my case been pushed back. It's like dey trynna hold a nigga out'chea. I got too much business ta take care of den be sittin' in chea'.
"Yung!" Tim called me ova', walkin' up ta him, we dapped.
"Wassup"
"Yah know yah boy gotta slip yah extra time." He smirked
Laughing I dapped him again, following him ta da visitation room. Tim coo' people he da only few da actually treat us "inmates" like fuckin' human, like we actually matta'. Yah feel me? Walkin' inta da room a nigga sat at one of da tables wait fo' my ole lady and beybeh girl.
Seconds lata' I heard Bri yelling and Kenzie laughin' and runnin' inta da room. "Stop runnin' lil' girl!!"
Bri walked more like waddled around da corner wit Rico behind ha. Makin' a nigga squint my eyes lookin' at ha' crazy.
"Hey dadly!!" I picked her up smiling.
"Hey princess" I kissed all over her face "Wads wrong with you?" Askin' Bri as she joined us.
"Nothin' nothin'." She waved me off, sitting down.
"Wassup bro?" Rico dapped me.
Ever since he got out last month he'll come see me or add money ta yah boy books.
"Wassup?"
"Gues-guess whut dadly?"
"Wad beybeh girl?"
I asked givin' half my attention to ha' and da rest to Bri as she laid ha' chin on ha' folded arms on da table, lookin' at us.
"My toof gone!!"
"Foe real?" A nigga act shocked, lookin' at ha'.
"See!" She smiled, pokin' ha tongue out in da opened space.
"I see, hey go ova' dea' wit Ri fo' a second while daddy talk ta mama." She nodded gettin' of my lap. "Wassup with chu?" I asked as they walked away.
"Nothin' August." She blew ha' breath in annoyance. "Just tired." She looked exhausted.
"Nah talk ta me ma." Not fully believe dat da problem.
"August this shit scarin' me." She looked relieved as she said that.
"Wad beybeh? Wads scarin' yah?" I frowned gettin' a lil' upset.
"The world man, yknow that shit that happened in Baton Rouge and Minnesota. It got me think like maybe one day that could be you. It's already bad yah behind bars but it's like---damn." She sighed trynna find da righ' word.
"Com'mer." I grabbed her hand.
She reluctantly got up walkin' around the table. Sitting on my lap she was heavier than befo', maybe a nigga needa start liftin' shit.
"Lookin' at me." Grabbin' ha' chin I made ha look at me. "Ain't shit gon happen anytime soon, matta' fact a nigga thinkin' bout leavin' deses streets and doin' some legal shit. Don't worry bout shit ight? A nigga gon always come back home ta gowgous ass, ight?" Smirking, she smiled kissin' me.
"August it's somethin' I gotta tell you."
My heart dropped as a nigga start thinkin' da worst.
"I'm not gonna leave you calm down." She kissed me, swea' she know a nigga.
Pulling somethin' out da pocket of my hoodie she had on. She hand me a folded up paper.
"Wads dis?"
"Look at it."
"Why yah handin' me dis?" Lookin' up at ha', she smiled at me.
"We havin' a boy!"
"Wad? But we had a mi-"
"I know, I know we had twins he was just hiding behind baby girl the whole time. After a miscarriage they supposed to do some type of procedure, but Thank God they didn't cause they would've took him too."
"Dat why yah got dis on?" Tuggin' da bottom of da hoodie.
"Yea, I don't wanna tell nobody yet, I might jinx it."
"Superstitious ass" I chuckled
"Shut up" she laughed
Movin' my hand up da hoodie, I rubbed ha' stomach.
"His head right here." She grabbed my hand movin' it near ha' rib cage.
"Damn" I whispered
"Yeah I know he gon have your head." She playfully sighed "Imagine carryin' him."
"My head not dat big."
"And I don't like food, we both know that's a lie." She pat my shoulder.
"Fuck you." A nigga mumbled, feelin' a little salty.
"That's how we got in this situation in the first place." She point down ta ha' stomach.
"Ohhh shut-"
"Aye no touchin' boy!!" Bart Lego built body head ass walked in da room escortin' otha' inmates.
"Dis muthafucka.'" She mumbled gettin' sittin' back in front of me.
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"Yo Buzz yah ain't got shit ta help a nigga? I gotta kid on da way mane a nigga can't be stuck up out'chea." Rubbin' my hand ova' my face, I was gettin' frustrated.
"Congrats by the way-- I'm tryin' Aug I am." He looked threw his stack of papers. "Man this would have been a good time for them to fuck up." He shook his head.
"Wad chu mean?"
"Like if they didn't read you your Miranda rights, or-"
"Wait a minute Miranda rights? Dey ain't read me dat shit." Scrunchin' my face I balled both my fists up.
If a nigga knew dis shit, I probably wouldn't even be in chea'.
"Bingo!!" He looked up at me.
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