And watch some fukked up shyt happen to you...Like...
What if you throw the rock and hit the truck. As you lips crack a vindictive smile, you look up and in the hazy rain filled air you see piercing red brake lights cut through the fog like a bloody knife.
Just as quick as you notice the car stop you notice the driver side door open. There's a suspenseful pause before a dark, shadowy figure emerges in the rain. The man moves with a slow, calm demeanor. Almost as if this person wants to take their time.
There's something odd about this person. He walks with a fluid motion yet his left arm is stiff and motionless. Slightly behind the rest of his body, almost as if he's hiding something. You continue to walk to your destination, still unsure if the man noticed who threw the rock.
Yet, with each step this man takes in your direction your heart pounds harder. With each step this man takes you heart pounds a pace quicker. The man now begins to move quicker, so you inturn walk quicker. All uncertainty has left you, you are sure the man knows who threw the rock and you are sure that he is looking for retribution.
You pick up your pace to a quick jog and you turn the corner. You hold your breath as you peak around the corner. You heart beating faster and faster. You see a shadowing figure walk to the corner and stop. As your hands tremble and your eyes grow wide in fear. The shadowy figure looks in your direction. In your mind you are certain this man will find you but you fear to think of what vindictive actions this man has planned for you.
You look by your feet and find a rock covered in mud. 'Why wait for him to attack me, I will attack him'. The man begins to walk in your direction you grab the muddy rock and tighten your grip in anticipation of a violent attack.
Just as the man approaches he stops, looks around and begins to walk in the opposite direction. As the man's shadowy silhouette gets smaller you finally let out a gasp. you heart rate slows down. Then you feel a violent vibration. You jump and yelp like a bytch, you hear a sharp
RING.
In relief you see a light in your pocket...its your cell phone. As rain pours down over the screen, you see that the name and number is hard to recognize. So you answer anyway. Its your mother...There is a cold silence before she speaks. 'Mom', are you okay, whats going!?...' She takes a breathe and said..."You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air.
