sample sunday. the real deal.


We’re getting closer and closer to the finish line!

And while I can’t wait for you guys to read it, I also know you wouldn’t be too happy about an unedited project. lol

So for now, here’s another sample. ๐Ÿ™‚

Meet Gavin.

(sample unedited and subject to change)

I tapped my pen on the steering wheel as I tried to figure out what tempo I wanted my flow to follow. Caleb had sent the latest instrumental to my phone at the same time I was supposed to be meeting with the organization Iโ€™d be completing forty community service hours with.


All over some fuckinโ€™ weed.

I was grateful they hadnโ€™t locked me up for it which was quite honestly what I thought was gonna happen when they pulled me over. Either that or they were gonna take advantage of my color. But he only wrote me a citation, which sent me to court, which resulted in this bullshit ass community service.


I jotted a couple lyrics down in my phone before I hopped out and strolled into the building. There were kids everywhere, all shapes and sizes, roaming freely. And even though there were hella people in motion, everything still felt at peace, felt under control, feltโ€ฆ

โ€œTyson Lamar Dickson! If you donโ€™t slow your behind down in these hallways!โ€

I peeked up just in time to see a little dude no older than eight look back to where the voice had come from, yelling in return, โ€œSorry, Ms. Reagan!โ€


I pulled the letter from my probation officer out of my pocket and sure enough, whoever Reagan was, was who Iโ€™d be reporting to.

Now it was my turn to follow where the voice had come from, turning around and walking to where Iโ€™d assumed she mustโ€™ve been. It took a few doors before I found the one with her name on.

Reagan Charles.

I knocked lightly before I ducked into her office, the frame of the door being too low for me to fit standing straight up.

โ€œHey, how you doinโ€™? Iโ€™m Gavin.โ€ Her eyes remained on her computer screen, her glasses sitting right on the edge of her nose as she continued to type.

Uhโ€ฆ okay?

The silence was too thick for me to be cool with so I added, โ€œIโ€™m supposed to be meeting with you. 10 oโ€™clock.โ€

She sighed, pulling her glasses from her face but still not looking at me as she replied, โ€œAnd itโ€™s 10:07. Which means your late. Which means I should report your ass already.โ€

Damn, sheโ€™s cold as hell.

I held my hands up, already desperate to defend myself. A call to my P.O on the first day was the worst look possible.

โ€œChill, Miss. Itโ€™s only a few minutes. You ainโ€™t gotta do all that.โ€

She stood up, finally giving me her eyes as her lips parted to say something, but nothing came out. It was as if the whole room stilled as her eyes went wide with shock, then squinted with confusion. And I did the same, squinting back at her though I couldnโ€™t exactly figure out where I recognized her from. But considering how good she looked, I really didnโ€™t care where I knew her from.

I wanted to get to know her.

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