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Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh) Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah) Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
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there's a piece missing from little man eyes and sadly, the puzzle is not too hard to put together. it's too familiar. peace — that's what was absent. as was the youngster's nerves. adonis peeped the shaky hand that held the piece that was supposed to bring consolation that peace can be achievable for a young nigga like him. all he has to do is raise hell's interest a little bit. the likeness to a thought like that probably came to him when he practiced his gangsta poses in the mirror. get rich or die trying mentality the projects projected since well before his time.
had this been an urban movie he was watching at home with his family while enjoying his wife’s homecooked meals, adonis would be shaking his head at the would-be robber, making predictions like " shorty’s gonna get it. watch this, bianca. dude gonna end up taking the gun out of his hand and smacking his spirit out of him.” she’d probably tell him to shut up and he would say, “ we already know how it’s going to go down. it happens all the time. i don’t know why you want to watch this corny jawn. ”
unfortunately, he wouldn't be enjoying anything his wife made. no funny commentary to annoy her with, no tomorrow to look forward to having with his baby girl. because this was far from anything like a movie but he is about to be the fallen star on the set. the character that's being scripted to see how heaven has been treating his father for thirty-seven years. it's a real-life episode that's far too common and to be caught up in one, with what everything that was going on in his life right now — so much fucking good —, bitterness swelled inside him bad.
he wouldn't hide it either. he couldn’t. he hated the reality this kid was threatening to create for his family. a life without him.
" if you about to do this, at least let me see your chest. "
" say what? " the kid asked, his question muffled by the ski-mask. adonis could tell by his body language that he was genuinely confused. annoyed by his would-be killer's slowness, adonis trained his eyes on the eyes holding a sealing deal to his fate.
" poke out the chest. your shoulders are all hunched over, hiding ya chest. you not confident about what you want to do here. ray charles can see that. but if this is how you want to play your life, the most you can do for me and yourself is look killer, killer." his challenge was bold and clear. be it words or hands, he refused to fold under pressure. it’s not to be a tough guy as there's nothing he had to prove to himself or the world anymore. and he definitely had nothing to prove to this boy.
he'll face and embrace what's beyond living. the most he could try is clear up the understanding that the kid will have death following behind him in life, so he best walk tall and proud like he bout it, bout it.
the kid paused for a moment. contemplating adonis' words and showing his consideration by slowly straightening his posture. he still hasn't gotten over his anxiety about all. " this good for you? " the kid asks sarcastically, probably unaware that he folded his chest in again. but adonis caught it and said nothing of it.
he scoffs and shook his head sadly. as he listened to the boy's voice more closely he could tell that was crossing over into puberty. a baby that was growing up way too fast. yeah, adonis could relate in a way. " yeah it's aight if that's the best you can do. guess you'll get better as time goes on, killer. "
the kid sucked his teeth and cocked his gun back. he took a few fast steps closer to the champion, only to regretfully find out he opened up an area of opportunity as adonis fights against human speed to deliver a thunderous hook to the youngster's grill. at the same time, the gun went off and exploded in the night, awakening the neighborhood.
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en garde — her tongue is swift and whetted. taken aback by how heavy she came for his neck, he thank god he wasn’t born a woman every time his wants to act up like this.
with a knotted bewildered expression he barely gathered his bearings when he cracks a trying grin and cautiously says, “ chill with all that. i was just saying: all that x28 challenge shit you been doing gotta be working. ”. seeing as how he can’t come into their crib and admire the shape she’s been toning, he cautiously placed the groceries down on the kitchen table and was on his way to the living, but not before leaving with the last word. like a nigga. “ glad i had your snappy ass in my mind when i picked your tampons up. ”
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“ crook-eyed? you must be the one that’s crooked-eye if you think that’s in any shape or form, correct. stand aside, ‘daddy’. momma got this. ” she makes her way across the nursery, pausing at his side as she reaches down to adjust the hearing device in their daughter’s ear and brushing over fuzz of curls growing on her head. it’s been a rigorous few months, in-between dony’s victory against drago and her own continued success, rocking forward on billboard charts. their interviews, separate, together; finding time to simply be, has grown substantially more difficult. so she stands still for a second, relishing in the warmth of her small family. the triumphs after what felt like repeated failures and errors. “ you wanna learn or you wanna play hardheaded, d. ” and he could truly be hardheaded, more than anyone she had ever met. if her daughter inherits that, she’s in for double the headache in the future.
" aw, see. here mommy goes with the bull-mmm. mmm.. Mm-mm! " of course he wouldn't utter a cuss with his baby girl. bianca and mary anne would beat him down, and unlike with his first bout with ivan's heir, there would be no recovery. instead, he was teaching amara young, whenever somebody has bull leading somewhere in their sentence, it's supposed to be the last word in the sentence or followed with a symphony of funny hums. adonis gave bianca a funny " yeah, i bet you thought " look himself, a wink and smile as he delicately bounces his baby in his arms.
when she neared and shot him with that look that said she sees through his boldface lie and he better stop playing, he relented. she can have it her way, but not without some commentary. pride teas. " why you gotta trip, b? you woke up this morning with a vendetta against me? " he asked playfully. even amara had something to baby-babble on about as she was passed off to her mama. " im sorry, baby girl but you know how your mama works. at least one of my girls believe in how i can handle mines. "
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“ you put her diaper on backward. ” bianca says it’s matter-of-fact, with only a tinge of exasperation in her voice. adonis didn’t have the younger siblings running around at her feet like she had growing up, he had no experience in childcare. so it didn’t necessarily surprise her to walk into the nursery and see baby amara in her crib, with her diaper on the wrong way. adonis struggling to adjust the onesie onto her small body. “ babe, come on. ”
he’d be capping if he had to say she didn’t startle him when she stepped into the room. for the past seven-ten minutes, adonis’ hands has been tussling with his amara’s body. with all the fight she gave him, it’s going to be interesting to see how she’ll be growing up. if she chooses her daddy’s profession, she’ll probably rack up a better dodge rate than mayweather.
“ it’s not on backwards, girl. ” he protested. it was and he knew it, but pride took precedence over ownership. ” you’re just crooked-eyed. i got this. don’t daddy got this? huh? ” adonis looked to his daughter for approval, hoping he’d win her over with a smile that’s not nearly as innocent as the baby giggles that came in response.
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I'm loving your style the way you preserve it Just look at my eyes and see what's inside You know that it's pride, you say that I'm worth it . - Meek Mill / BAD FOR YOU.
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I systematically break guys down. I get in the ring and they say I don’t have any power but then they feel me and feel my strength.
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