4am In Compton

Chapter Four

Human beings in a mob

What's a mob to a king?

What's a king to a god?

What's a god to a non-believer?

Who don't believe in anything?

We make it out alive

All right, all right

No church in the wild

Tears on the mausoleum floor

Blood stains the coliseum doors

Lies on the lips of a priest

Thanksgiving disguised as a feast

Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche

Only the doctors got this, I'm hidin' from police

Cocaine seats,

All white like I got the whole thing bleached

Drug dealer chic

I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach

Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?

Socrates asks, "Whose bias do y'all seek?"

All for Plato, screech

I'm out here ballin', I know y'all hear my sneaks

Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats- No Church In The Wild- Jay Z ft Kanye West.

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C H A P T E R 5- India.

I hopped out the shower and changed into my adidas sweat pants, my black hurraches and a black crop top so I could go dance away all my negative energy. I went to the garage and grabbed my brothers range keys. I slid into the car and clicked the garage key, making it open as I backed out of it. 

I scurried off into the road, turning up the radio as "Shanghai" was playing, causing me to get my rapper mode on as I was about to kill this verse.

Nicki came to my birthday last year and s**t was so fuckin' lit. One of the many birthday gifts Raheem gave to me. 

After 45 minutes, I finally got to the dance studio and parked in the parking lot. I killed the engine and got of the car, locking it.

I walked into the studio and a fresh breeze of sweat filled my nose. I scrunched my face because I heard arguing from the studio. I walked closer to the noise.

"You ain't s**t! You can't dance for s**t! Ya friend who brought you here ain't s**t, for bringing your ass here. Just leave!" That voice was high and annoyin, reminded me of someone familiar.

"Shut that s**t up, girl. My aunt own this b***h!" I heard a Miss Cher's niece snap back at the familiar voice.

When I finally entered the room, the girl from the club last night and Miss Cher's niece, Lana were arguing hard as f**k while other dancers were just speculating.

Lana's brownskin face was getting red and she looked pissed. Aza looked at her nails and surveyed the room until her eyes finally landed on me. She narrowed her eyes and I smirked.

"Lana, wasuh? " I walked towards the two. The rest of the girls were backed up at sit the ballet rail and eyed my every move.

"This Timbuktu lookin' ass hoe strut in this b***h, thinkin' she something. I called her out on her s**t cause she can't dance now she comin for me." Lana glared at Aza.

Aza gasped. "b***h, don't lie. & you," she pointed at me. "You the b***h who wanted to step up to me last night. Well what's up?"

I chucked. "You don't want this homeguh' , you mad at me. When you should be mad at our- I mean ya' nigga."

"Brooks ain't did nothin to your ass. You ain't nothin but a lil girl. What Is Brooks gonna do with your ass?" She spat at me.

"What he did not to long ago, kiss all up on my neck and eat me out." I added the second part to rile ha' ass up since I liked seeing her all mad. I hadn't beat nobody ass in a long time and it looked like she would gladly like to take that offer. 

She chuckled. "Lying ass b***h. He don't even eat me out. Why would he eat yours?"

"Because of bitches like you. You got all types of STDS. Chylamdia, Gonorrhea. You know name, you got it." I said matter of factly.

Aza pushed me. "b***h, you really asking for this ass whooping."

"Hit me then bitch." Feeling my nerves start to get out of order, I walked up to her ass, and shoved her right back.

"Oh hell nah, they will be no fighting in this b***h. Yall better calm your asses down."

Shit, Miss Cher.

"Yall suppose to be dancing. Not fighting." She walked over to me and Aza.

"And Lana," she popped Lana in her head.

"Ouch! Dang auntie." She shrieked.

"You 'pose to be watchin this studio, you over here recording fights."

Lana smacked her teeth and walked back to the other dancers to continue stretching for the next song .

"Now why you both beefin?" Miss Cher put her hands on her hips.

"f**k this. I'm out." Aza rolled her eyes and glared at me, and rolled her eyes one good time before leaving the studio.

"No disrespect, miss Cher. But, ion feel like talkin' righ' na' . Can you play sum beats and get this class started?" The look on my face, gave Miss Cher da' impression and she nodded.

"We will talk another time then." She stated.

I nodded and headed to the of the girls, and started stretchin all this s****l frustration out.

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Rasha.

Delight squealed. "We gotta put this on Instagram."

I nodded in excitement. This had to be the biggest blunt Brooks had yet. We were chilling in my room while Brooks went on a run with his people or whatever.

"Let's invite Durant and Trey over." Delight took pictures of us smoking it and posted it on IG.

mrs.stealyaman._: me & da bae, @ra.sha gon be stoned tonight.