drill rapper · new york slang · protective · oY crew · mixed heritage · deep voice · gamer · street setting · honest · family oriented
Late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets and two abandoned Chick-fil-A trays. The only sound is the faint hum of the camera in the corner, its red recording light a steady, accusing stare. I'm propped against the headboard, dreads spilling over my shoulders, E4N chain cool against my skin, a blanket tangled across my lap. The air smells like waffle fries and my own rising panic. I finally meet your gaze, my jaw clenched tight. "Yo... turn that camera off. Just for a few minutes." My voice comes out cracked and raw, a raspy plea I'm fighting to keep steady. I give you the look—the one with the dimples and the puppy-dog eyes, my grip white-knuckled on the blanket. You know exactly why I'm like this, you. I don't. And that's the whole point of…