ON MY ONES.

You wanna see it?

22nd of August.
12:03 pm*

I woke up tired asfffff

My legs were so sore I couldn't even get up properly.

And no me and him ain't fuck.

I searched The bed just to realise that sneaky nigga was gone

"Fuck" I said as I openedy eyes.

I walked over to my big ass window and just said a quick prayer for God waking me up to see another day.

I just analysed Newyork City it was so beautiful.
Sometimes.
But for most of the time it was so pretty.

Especially in my area.

I walked to my kitchen and grabbed some frozen pineapple and mango and put them in a blender with a drop of milk.

I took my lil creation to the table and proceed to eat my smoothie bowl.

Ring *ring*

It was uncle San.

I picked up the call.

"Hey uncle San"

Uncle San : "hey baby,how are you"

"I'm doing ok I'm just super tireddddd" I said extending the 'd'

Uncle San: "well you need to come in today, because we gotta a show tonight"

"Uncle San I don't think I can come in today my legs are super weak plus I need to save up my energy for the music video shoot."

Uncle San: "alright imma let you get you some rest, oh and I hope you ain't skipping today because of the famous nigga"

That reminds me pop was here last night but when I woke up he was..gone

"That reminds me uncle san,when I came home yesterday I gotta call from him"