Daddy Issues | Dave East

I never understood the world bruh, this shit is fucked up. Right is wrong and wrong is okay— everyone's a critic, we all hate everything and we are all living on a dying rock.

Whatever, it's life. We get high and forget about it. Right?

TEN YEARS EARLIER
David Brewster had been rapping for three years with not a bite of a record deal.

He was good at rapping but it just wasn't his time— David didn't care because he needed money, he had a pregnant girlfriend and they were on the road to eviction from their studio apartment, so he had a secret life, some small-time robberies and drug pushing—

just enough crime to keep his growing family afloat. Everything seemed to be hopeful, he had his kingdom and his queen, until his wife and baby died during childbirth leaving David alone.

The trauma between the loss of his family and living a double life made him snap and it did something to his humanity, it destroyed it.

David became a maniac, he grew his business into an empire, going only by his street name "Killa"

Killa's gang killed hundreds of people.

He was so good that they had never even seen his face.

Killa liked that people feared his wrath.

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PRESENT DAY: (RO'NARD)

JJ, Raj and I sit in the small van parked a few blocks down the street from the hospital.

I tap the headset covering my ears.

"Are we live?" I speak into the small mic.

"We are live and waiting for the signal."
Raj speaks back to me.

"Copy."

Mi'Lee
Passing through the personnel in the hospital's hallway I'm in complete silence as I come in close proximity of Dave's holding room,.

The eeriness is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

I keep mentally retracing my decision in helping David, I don't understand this feeling.

I reach the metal door and suddenly my legs stop as if they have a mind of their own.

Then it happens as I hit the ground, I can't comprehend it at first but then I realize, it's an explosion.

In what seems like the blink of an eye, I hear the blare of alarms and blinding red lights flash making some of the patients scream.

Everything seems to fade.

.•. .•. .•.
Opening my eyes, I instantly regain my sight.
I lie on the floor of a vehicle.

Its speeding making the wailing from the police sirens sound more far away then they are.

"What's going- where am I?" I quickly push myself up only to see a familiar face.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Ronard says standing over me, laughing as if anything about this funny.

"Ronard I—I can explain why I'm here-"
I plead.