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Waking up to the alarm I set a day before, Why the fuck did I do that shit anyways? Knowing I was going back to sleep, fuck old me thought?
I close my eyes after turning my alarm off soon being startled up again by my roommate Brianna.. "Boy get yo ass up! You finna be crying to me when you get kicked out of fucking college Harlem, This is real life bookie." Brianna told me as she bust open the door to my room in our shared apartment near campus.. Brianna is my best friend and everything but don't get me wrong that bitch could be mad annoying at times.
Like bri lemme do me..
"BITCH GET UP THE FUCK!" She yelled once I didn't reply having the nerve to grab one of my damn pillows and slamming it into the side of my head, Making my head soon start to ache.. I get up annoyed with the girl soon snatching the pillow she still held in her hand. As I pull the pillow back to throw at her she runs out of my room laughing her ass off slamming my door.
I roll my eyes, why was she so annoying? Damn..
I should have brought up the fact her ex made her get an abortion but it was never that serious..
I looked into my mirror, pulling my dreads back as I stared at my face. Soon looking down at my tattoo that was drawn neatly on my hand, it was the typical skeleton hand tattoo every hood nigga had, but the difference for me is, the base was a rose. The rose was meant for my uncle that passed away last year, when I think of red roses I gotta think about funerals.. the Skelton fingers connected to my skin..? All my uncle is now is bones.. well maybe in a few centuries..
Hey nigga the tattoo still makes sense..
I soon decided to finally check my phone, seeing a notification from only fans, Someone paid me last night..
