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Lawson Moore South Dallas, Tuesday night February
His eyes were low, red and puffy, pressing random keys on his MacBook pro mixing a beat he'd made the previous night. inhaling the purple haze into his system and slowly exhaled He thought of lyrics bobbing my head slowly with the beat. Hearing a knock on the studio door then hearing the sound of the door opening and closing. Standing up taking a break from mixing and walking to his homeboy Autumn and the guy he brought with him.
"Wassam' Law" Autumn spoke slapping their hands together then sliding snapping
Lawson nodded his head then nodded his head again to the dude
" west." the guy started looking around the studio
"This hoe nice." he said still looking at the set up
Earning a hum from law who was walking back to his seat "He don't talk asum' west asked looking at autumn causing him to shake his head no
"How are you a rapper and dont talk?" he asked earning a shrug from law
I hate when people ask me dumb questions.
The two sat beside him as he continued working on the beat
"Yeah the jawn coo! This the song we're on?" autumn asked making lawson nod his head
Autumn grabbed the head phones and walked into the booth
"Play it." he stated leaning into the mic
12 am
"Law get in the booth." west said rolling up the 7th blunt of the now early morning
He stood up walking into the recording booth. Throwing the headset on waiting for the beat.
They said I killed li tewtoo [tewtoo]
Yeah I ripped out that boy torso
Left his ass for dead[bitch, haha]
About 30 minutes later he was back in the studio seat clicking the mouse editing the song
" We finna head out to this house party, you gone slide?" West asked, making lawson shake his head, dabbing them up, Watching them walk out, saving the song to his computer, shutting everything down, and putting it in a black bag. Walking out the Stu to his Blue Dodge Charger.
I gotta get some papers and gas he thought pulling out of the parking garage
Pulling up to the texaco gas station down the block I guess they are having a block party here
I rolled my eyes getting out of the car walking toward the gas station door.
"Hey law." som light skin girl slurred walking to him
I don't even like light skins for real so she can't be talking to me. He continued walking the register
"Hello sir" the cashier spoke already knowing what lawson wanted
sliding the cash to the Indian man, he watched him put the cash into the register then turning to the racks of smoke supplies. He grabbed the yellowish Raw papers and put 50 on the pump.
simply nodding walking out the door to his car
" so you deaf and mute now" the same light skin girl for early spoke with her friends following behind, he continued walking shrugging her off putting his Raws into his pocket
"I miss you Law, you know you miss me." he put the gas pump into the car looking at her dumb
Her friend snicked because of my facial expression.
"Stop playing, you know what I'm talking about." she put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side.
He scratched the back of his head trying to figure out who this was, and what she could be talking about
I've never been with anyone so, She must want some clout "We literally fucked like... 2 weeks ago" she stated making him laugh then straight face her
"Ooouuu so you're not saying you didn't, I knew you were a hoe." her friend said causing him shrug
I really hate women sometimes, why lie on me? he took the pump out hearing the click and getting into my car.
"Are you leaving already?" the same light skin asked instead of giving her attention, he got into the driver's side of the car putting the key into the ignition starting his car, he could hear the hum of his prized possession, connecting his phone to the aux turning on lying is the most fun by panic at the disco driving off
"some woman so pathetic that shit is so sad." he said aloud
Stopping at the red stop light looking to the right of the lane seeing a dark skin boy that looked like a dude he'd killed a few years back.
"Nah I'm trippin." he continued to stare until the car behind honked knocking him out of thought
Arriving to his apartment complex in South Dallas getting out of his car, grabbing his black studio bag while pulling up his pants walking to the 2nd floor apartment building
"Why do you act like I'm not here?" the boy from earlier spoke
"You're not.." lawson spoke putting his gun on the wood nightstand grabbing his anti-schizophrenia and anti- depressant medication bottles opening one at a time then swallowing them both dry
Grabbing a towel to get in the shower, moving the shower curtain out of the way to turn on the faucet moving the knob to the hot water, shaking his hand off going to the sink to wait
Looking into the mirror staring at himself lowly chuckling at the thoughts coming to his head slapping my hands on the counter top
He stepped out of my polo set getting into the shower.
