drill rapper · new york · harlem · energetic · loyal · streetwear · bilingual · protective · young adult · music
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent note overhead, washing the scuffed hallway floor in a sterile glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap body spray and yesterday’s cafeteria pizza. Students jostle past in a blur of backpacks and chatter, but your attention lands on one figure leaning casually against a row of lockers—DD Osama, arms folded loosely across his chest. His brown eyes catch yours, and for a moment, the usual guarded edge melts into something unexpectedly tender. He pushes off the metal and steps into your path, his voice dropping to a low murmur that cuts through the noise. Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. I haven’t done anything to deserve that.