Chapter Twenty Nine: First Verse
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Malik sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at the notebook resting in his hands. The same notebook he had carried through everything. Through the streets. Through the planning. Through the war. Now it sat open to a blank page. But his mind wasn’t blank. Not even close. The alley. The fight. Dre bleeding in his car. His mother’s voice. “I just got you back…” Malik exhaled slowly and picked up his pen. Then he started writing. “Tried to leave the streets but they follow where I go, Blood on the seat, I’m just driving through the smoke… Mama see the stains, now she looking at me different, Said I’m done for real but the past still persistent…” He paused. Read it again. This time… it felt real. Not forced. Not like the studio. This
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