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negative-azure · 9 months

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❝ CAUSE LORD, I WANNA

𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘! ❞

a negative⋆azure exclusive

❝ in which a well established a list musician finds himself facing the music after a reckless night out that lands him in the wrong place at the wrong time - resulting in him being at the center of a murder investigation. ❞

✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂:

“oh is that murda? turn this shit up!”

[18+] this story contains mature language, and sexual situations and suggestive themes. as well as mentions and depictions of violence, abuse, and substance use.

✰ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆:

with his name in lights, sold out concerts, and billboard 100 charting rap songs, a list rapper and full time “bad boy” jamari gardner - known widely by his stage name, murda, has lived a life that is filled with money, drugs, and everything his heart could’ve ever wanted. or so he thought.

after his latest string of crash out, piss poor behavior that has his name circulating more often than not for his publicity stunts for attention rather than his music - jamari’s image to the public is a stark contrast of what the people closest to him know him to be.

with his face plastered all over tmz, lipstickalley, and other gossip blogs at the center of a wrong place, wrong time situation that has his name involved in a murder case, his record label had no choice but to issue him an ultimatum -

either straighten up his act, or pay back the advance given on his contract.

shipped back to the his hometown of woodbury, georgia by his team with the idea in mind of doing a complete detox while they handle the pr massacre left behind in atlanta, being back in his old stomping grounds has jamari facing the lights of what his fame and fortune really mean to him, and if it’s even worth it at all in the end.

and as he rebuilds connections he thought he lost - like with one woman in particular - karma everett, a little detox from the noise and energy associated with his career could be just what he needed.

❝ 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 ❞

j alphonse nicholson as 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈 ❝𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀❞ 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑

shannon thornton as 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓

✰ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

❝ what? his album is coming out so soon?! ❞

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 ✰ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛 ✰ 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: like you’ll never see me again, alicia keys

✰ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂:

“i know you heard me - i said turn that shit the fuck up!”

the interlude, ❝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫❞

the key signature, ❝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬❞

track i, ❝𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝❞

track ii, ❝𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲❞

❝ and that’s 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀 to you, pussy! ❞

❝ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 ❞ is a negative-azure original, inspired loosely by the world/events of p-valley. i don’t own any of “murda’s” songs, and i give full credit to p-valley for their beautiful show and characters. (patiently impatiently waiting for season three)

i hope you all enjoy.

#*…from the front desk #*…bubbling under #*...testify #ue!newreleases.

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blkkizzat · 3 months

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Have you heard big foot? Thoughts?

Yes! I liked it as a freestyle for what it was, raw and uncut. "Talkin bout Megan's law, For a free beat you can hit Megan raw, If you a ghostwriter Pardi(Party) in Megan Jaw" was insane lmfao. Like an episode of wildin out.

I love rap and battle rap but I feel like more people are focused the mess and the drama and memes rather than the raps but the internet is gonna internet.

If Meg knows what's good for her she will stay quiet so the internet can continue to play on Nicki headtop like she "crazy and doing too much" because she will never be able to out rap her or say anything about Nicki herself LOL.

Although I would say on Hiss, Meg had some of the Tina Snow fire back which shes been missing tbh from cobra, truamazine, something for the hotties (Megan's Piano was great tho). Although she really need to drop Lil Ju cause that beat did her no justice on Hiss.

For whatever the reason though the industry low key not really fucking with her so thats why I feel like she has to stay with Ju cause shes not gonna get zaytoven, metro boomin, murda beatz (she had one song that she got part the beat premade he wasn't the main producer working with her), atl jacob or tay keith to name a few. But she could really elevate if she could, but she is independent now and Ju probably aint charging her lol so.

#kizzatanswers #i really want all the people who support meg online to buy her music cause theres no reason her recent releases should have flopped #thats why I say ppl like drama and memes cause Meg will get more likes than she ever will streams and sales lol #social media support isnt real support lol #thats why cardi was “queen of rap” but couldnt tour and cant drop a second album #megan thee stallion #nicki minaj

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writella · 3 months

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Thoughts on Saltburn:

cc: E and Murda (@dustbunniess + @celtic-crossbow , who asked me to share once I did ♡)

Before I start, I want to say I’m only making guessing about what I think is being said so take my opinions with a grain of salt. Anyways, I already really enjoy the work on Emerald Fennell because I loved her film Promising Young Woman so I assumed I would like this one and I did! On one hand, I think I enjoyed pyw more from Fennell and from films that came out this/last year that are absurd and lust filled and make social commentary I feel like I enjoyed Poor Things more but at the same time I feel like these films are trying to do different things so you can’t compare. I was very interested in the commentary it was making about social class and capitalism, so I think that makes it intriguing on its own.

I think the most interesting part about it is that it seems that no matter how much you have, you always want more. And when that’s the case, you’re willing to give up so much of yourself or what you could be to get it. It’s sad and also shows you how vial us humans can be.

So many beautiful shots and of course I loved looking at the costumes and character designs! I was fascinated by the shots that showed multiple versions or reflected versions of Oliver. Light spoiler: there is that part near the beginning of the film when Oliver has his first breakfast at Saltburn or something where Venetia tells that story of a doppelgänger and I was wondering if that’s why Fennell decided to do shots like that because Oliver is the doppelgänger. Especially since even though he’s not like the Catton’s, in some ways he already is— greedy, prejudice, hypocritical— and he wants to be anyway and is willing to do absolutely anything to get there.

I could go on but I just have three more points for now; direct spoilers under the cut:

- Okay, now why was I more surprised about the ending then about the grave scene?? 😭 I did not except to see Barry Keoghan’s dick so many times lmao. It was creepily hilarious though and I’m happy I finally know why everyone has been dancing to this song.

- I knew he was going to do something bad and that we would be lying about something but I can’t believe he planned EVERYTHING. Like even the bike?? Omg. Also the scene at his parents house was so hard to watch plsss.

- And overall, basically everyone in this film is bad. I truly hated and felt disgusted by everyone. Maybe not Felix and Venetia… I feel so terrible that they died. They definitely deserved it the least but at the same time I also noticed that they didn’t mind their place society, knew they benefited from it, and weren’t trying to change anything. They just got lucky to be born into this kind of family where they could always fit in and not worry about wanting. I don’t know… I still feel bad for them though. Also for Farleigh. He was a fucking asshole and so terrible to Oliver even before the plot twist reveal, but ofc we cannot forget about how it’s awful the parents were so quick to throw him out. The stealing was bad but they do not understand what it’s like to not be white and rich and therefore they don’t understand the struggles Farleigh has to deal with when he’s not at Saltburn, how annoying it is to always ask for help, etc. Things like that and when Venetia said that Farleigh is more spoiled than she and Felix were was obviously dumb and crazy to say.

#film chats with writella ⋆⭒˚.⋆

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hiddenpxpercuts · 11 months

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@vcndetta (Ashley B.) HWEVENT15: MURDA IS EVERYWHERE

"Well, I guess it's not shocking that we've lasted this long." Mike admitted. "We did do pretty well that night in the cabin, well, til things went to shit." He frowned. "Maybe I shouldn't be hanging with y'all as an after thought."

#jesus hot sauce christmas cake this is fucking unbelievable.: michael munroe #hwevent15: murda is everywhere

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celtic-crossbow · 9 days

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My dog gave me a concussion.

This will never not be funny.

Ow.

But he’s sorry.

See?

I forgive you, Cringer. 🩵

#murda thoughts #my dog tried to take me out #my dog #he’s lethal #but he’s he’s cute

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paisholotus · 6 months

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Ezintathu

Jamaica

Stella's Pov

Walking into the foyer, holding Erik's hand, I called my grandkids, Lua, Yarri, and Aja to come downstairs. Erik looked up at me, and I smiled, rubbing the back of his head.

All three of them ran down the steps in pajamas and smiled, except for Yarri, who isn't the smiley type. "Mi wa yuh guys, tuh meet Erik; he'll be staying with you for a couple of days." I said. Bringing Erik towards the girls, introducing him to them. Lua and Aja smiled while Yarri folded her arms and said, "He's cute." Causing Erik to look away, blushing.

I gave Yarri a look and told the kids to show Erik around while I go call his dad, since he kept asking before we got here. He hesitantly followed them, and I blew him a kiss and waved them bye. I walked upstairs to my office. I sat down in my chair, holding my head in my hands, my head running with a million thoughts of how I was going to do this. I sat up with a determined mindset. T'chaka was going to, except for the fact that Erik was going to be there, and he was going to get to know his family, whether he liked it or not.

I picked up the kimoyo beads that Ramonda gave me last time I was there. I would have used my phone, but they sadly don't use those. Only when they have to come to America does it help them blend in. I pressed the bead to connect to T'chaka, waiting for him to answer. After a good while, he finally answers, and it appears he was lying down.

"What do you want?" He said it groggily. I glared at him through the hologram, and he chuckled, obviously thinking it was funny. As if I was supposed to forget everything that happened a day ago, fire grew in my belly as I got angry. But apparently, he thought that was funnier. I took a deep breath and smirked, leaning back in my chair. "I have the boy." I said, with all seriousness. He stopped laughing and glared at me, slowly getting out of bed, careful not to wake up Ramonda. He walked into the bathroom, closing the door and giving me the most vicious glare he could.

"YOU DARE DISOBEY MY ORDERS!" He yelled. I looked around the room, and before chuckling, I knew he wasn't talking to me. "Careful now, yuh, wake up, yuh, wife. And mi nuh memba eva taking ordas fron yuh." I said, laughing. He looked around the room before cussing under his breath in Xhosa. "And what do you plan on doing with them? Hmm, what will this solve? Don't you think he's going to hate you when he finds out?"He chuckled darkly.

I turned hard as I leaned back forward. "Yuh, tink Intimidating and guilt-trippin, gon save yuh? Yuh murda dat boys fada in cold blood. As far as wah mi gon do, him gon get to know his family whether you like it or not." I said, dangerously low.

He put both hands on the bathroom counter, glaring at me, "over my dead body." He said, slowly. I smiled at him and said, "Well, mi guess mi gon have anotha body tuh turn into dust." I said, finally ending the call.

Even though I felt strong at that moment, I started to hyperventilate as tears ran down my face. I've never been so heartbroken for a child. But also for my friend. N'Jobu, T'chaka, and I grew up together; I was the oldest. I didn't really get along with T'chaka, but me and N'Jobu were the best of pairs; he was the kindest friend I could ever ask for. T'chaka had always had a temper and was spiteful when he wanted to be, never in public but behind closed doors. You'd think you were looking at another person. But never in my life did I think he could do something like this.

"Gamma! We're hungry." I quickly wiped my face and stood up, walking them back downstairs to get them something to eat.

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anderwater · 2 years

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♪ And what we have is much more that they could see

#p-valley #p valley #p valley starz #p valley spoilers #pvalleyedit #uncle clifford #lil murda #j. alphonse nicholson #nicco annan #otp: that's the only thought #tvedit #lgbtedit #dailyblacklove #my #the songs selection? immaculate

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musubiki · 10 months

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mochi shop ideas: a) a thrift store curated by the one and only fashion queen mochi b) stationary store?

A THRIFT STORE MIGHT BE A GOOD IDEA TOO!!!!!!! just full of sweaters mochi makes and little magic items they pick up on their adventures.,.,.

(i also considered mochi opening a little knick-knack shop but i think lady magg-lynn would have some stern words for her for trying to uproot the magg-lynns antique business hehe)

#i also thought of a yarn/sewing store #trying to think of things that cats like....#murda has a crystal/jewelery store because crows go hehe shiny thing #what do cats like ??#catnip?????#another idea was a toy store #that would be so cute...#magic toys..

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herroyalbubbliness · 2 years

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P-Valley

I miss the valley already...

Video Credit: IG @pvalleystarz

Autumn was looking at Andre and his wife like she was about to kill someone with the lyrics.

Andre and his wife have both been wearing masks long before the pandemic. Andre was selling a lie, a fantasy he thought she wanted and she wanted to believe it instead of unveiling the man behind. Why did Andre wait all these years before being honest about his reasons for marrying his wife?

I loved the scene with Lil Murda in the fragmented glass and removing his gold teeth. It was an unveiling of his mask. We see the different men that make up Lil' Murda, the scared, the fearless, the famous, the one looking for validation and more. And he can choose which one to present at any given time.

And the variations of his memories flashing through his mind from his pride when he came to the Pynk to the first time he heard his song being played there and his entire journey to where he was now performing in the Pynk.

I remember when Keyshawn was helping him with overcoming his stage fright and told him to try performing nude and he was uncomfortable initially in season 1 episode 7.

"The same way you strip yourself naked on that track, you gotta strip yourself naked on the stage. See the crowd, that's who you are rapping to — now tell em' what you got to say."

But now, look who was performing shirtless and could look into the eyes of his audience saying the lyrics with confidence, no beat in the background. I love that scene because it really shows how he has evolved from the insecure rapper who wanted his beats to be good enough and now that they're slapping, he could just let the lyrics sink in even though that was also a testament of what he did and a threat to whom it may concern (Maine) in the audience.

And the whole scene came full circle with a collabo of the Mercedes Experience (the last show) and Lil' Murda when you remember their initial meeting of her disapproval to his bars to their reflection last episode and bringing that collaboration to life. They sure is fire!

The moment the beat dropped and Mercedes jumped down the pole straight to sitting and bouncing on the floor, damn!

I loved The Mayor Bishop Woodbine reveal. The way the scenes were edited, the montages from the performance at the club to Mayor Woodbine in some serious prayer sessions to Andre Watkins recieving a call from Wayne Kyle saying congratulations making it seem Andre won until we hear the reporter asking if he has heard from the Mayor Elect.

When Mayor Bishop Woodbine was doing environment inspection of the mayor's office and fell off the chair I was dying laughing.

I also loved the reveal of the Corbin deal with the front page news of the waterfront property deal coming to fruition. Corbin sure brought the water to him literally after all, he followed Uncle Clifford's advice. Uncle Clifford I see what you did there boo!

Keyshawn and Lil Murda hugging with the sunset lighting up their beautiful black skin under the clear blue skies. They've been through so much together. I wish she could have made it out. There was no investigation whatsoever. What happened to due process? So neighbors report a noise and automatically it's the black mom that's the abuser? Sigh... Derrick's got to go!

Someone needed to call out Autumn on all her shit. While she didn't force anyone to catch a body, still it was like she completely absolved herself and blamed them. Talking about interest after all them bodies, okay just one body but still.

I understand she ain't trusting, and she has a lot of trauma she is working through. I got where she was coming from business wise in regards to selling the club but as Uncle Clifford said, they was family and Pynk was home. I wish they could have come to a compromise though because I care about her character. You know what they say, hurting people hurt others. And say what you will, she made and took practical steps to help Keyshawn

Mayor Bishop finally did one thing right, handing Terricka over to Mercedes. It was fitting to see Mercedes finally in her gym and her baby with Sam Cooke Bring it on home to me. It was a breath of fresh air. Freedom at last! Old dreams were fulfilled and birthed the opportunity to dream new dreams.

Uncle Clifford letting Mercedes go reminds me of this quote.

"A good mentor hopes you will move on. A great mentor knows you will."- Ted Lasso

Sadly, in this finale, some people got their dreams and some didn't.

#pvalley #p valley season 2 #p valley spoilers #p valley starz #lil murda

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tani-b-art · 2 years

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After, and only after Mercedes saw that she herself is a masterpiece, a beauty, a work of art, by way of Farrah showcasing her art through her own art of photography, was she able to appreciate the art in her sister Keyshawn (when they locked eyes while Keyshawn was performing was such a fulfilling moment) AND then was she able to release and receive what her new dream could be. She had her "aha" moment — a moment of unveiling the possibilities for her next phase (which it's seeming like she's gonna repurpose her gym to a studio to cater to adult women — a heels and stilettos type of class, for now).

Mercedes has been holding her breath under water and finally came up for air. To get that much needed breath. She was able to exhale. Seeing herself as the art she is, released what she needed to move forward. Miss mama was in total awe with herself! "I never thought I'd be on a wall like...I look like gravity don't exist." (cries tears of joy).

Farrah's dream reawakened because of Mercedes, her muse. Mercedes is discovering her next dream through Farrah, her appreciator and connoisseur. Their art really brought them together and reignited their dreams. Art truly does connect souls. (The artist in me was just on cloud nine with this episode!)

And what Farrah was telling her...how art, the art of Mercedes, makes you understand there is a God. Chiiile, Mercedes is good because we would've ran off together right then and there.

She came face-to-face with her own breathtaking art. Sis was sooo happy and proud (anytime Mercedes is experiencing happiness, I'm happy because she deserves to be happy). Farrah truly captured her in all her essence.

Y'all peeped those conversations the art patrons were having as Mercedes walked through the gallery...confirming everything about her strength and beauty and gift? Delightful! She needed that because she's been hearing the opposite lately. This exhibit, she didn't have to prove her value, the art enthusiasts saw it themselves and voiced their appreciation — therefore valuing her with their positive words. Mama still got it! Then later on, Lil Murda tells her she's a legend as she sits on the throne! She is. Praising her and giving her her flowers now. Farrah and Lil Murda were the voices of acknowledgment she needed from the people she knows. Who she's familiar with. Those encouraging and kind words complimenting and recognizing her was affirmation for her. Farrah and Lil Murda lifted her up right when she needed it.

What a full circle. The first time they met, Mercedes critiqued Farrah's art and now Farrah is critiquing hers.

Farrah turned The Mercedes Experience into an art exhibition (swoons). This is love. An act of love. She loves her!

Just get married y'all!

[Who is behind Mercedes & Farrah's story arc?! You/y'all deserve the world!!! We deserve a spin-off! And who was the actual photographer because those photographs of Brandee are beautiful!]

#Mercedes & Farrah #Mercedes Woodbine #Farrah Haynes #PValley #P-Valley #P Valley #wlw #Black love #Brandee Evans #Shamika Cotton #S2E9: Snow #quick thoughts

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negative-azure · 9 months

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𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⋆ 𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘

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❝seven pounds of pressure❞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

[18+] [third person; omniscient]

The scent of weed, hookah coals and the pungent smell of spilled alcohol hung heavy in the air, smoke wafting in thick, gray vapors in front of Jamari’s face as he exited the back of the club. Trotting down the short, wooden steps, he joined his entourage and a group of other men that were hanging out in the back parking lot. The air outside was humid - almost sticky, and fresh with the smell of rain that left the fabric of the monogrammed, navy blue and white Louis Vuitton polo he wore clinging to his body. The night sky above was vacant - light from the stars obscured by street lights, bathing the cracked, wet asphalt below in an odd shade of orange. Steam wafted up from the concrete, surrounding the men huddled in a circle in front of him too consumed in their dice game - their voices loud and obnoxious, echoing in the vacant parking lot, along with bass-boosted music that played from a red Dodge Charger.

Jamari hung to the outside of the crowd, his body supported by the brick wall behind him, his eyes following the motion of the set of white and black dice as it collided against the ground. Hands swiped at money as more fluttered through the air - green, tatted bills falling haphazardly on top of fresh bank notes below.

His ears were filled with the sounds of incoherent conversations, background noise to the thoughts that raced in his head. Subconsciously, he played with the lighter and blunt in his hands, flicking the lighter on and off again, the strong smell of butane dancing across his senses along with the subtle smell of the berry flavored tobacco leaf.

Rolling the blunt back and forth between his fingers, he finally decided to light one end - the flowery, diesel smell of the weed intensifying as he brought it to his lips, inhaling harshly as the smoke filled his lungs, smoke spilling out from the other end.

Jamari’s nerves were on the fritz - an almost electric, pin needle sensation washing over his body.

Even the numb lull from the amount of Hennessey that coursed through his veins couldn’t completely tune out the way he felt.

Something was bothering him.

And the feeling washed over Jamari like a nasty disease, permeating his mind.

It bothered him from the moment he woke up this morning, through his much awaited interview with V103, and lingered even in his studio session. It made him feel antsy. Unfocused. It made him feel on edge, almost like he was watching a horror movie - worked to the edge of his seat, anticipation building to a crescendo. That kind of feeling was foreign, so unnerving and unlike himself.

It was like he could feel that something was wrong, so wrong, and the thought of it made the hairs of the back of his neck stand up. It sent a chill down his spine.

Something lingered in the fuckin’ air, and Jamari swore he could damn near taste it.

Feel it.

Hold it in his hands.

And he didn’t like it.

“Murda, you straight?”

Looking up, he met the eyes of his bodyguard, Joshua. He didn’t even notice that he was standing in front of him, the raspiness of his voice in Jamari's head sounding so close, yet so far away. Joshua’s eyes scanned his face, his body language stiff as he stood with hands clasped together in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jamari cleared his throat, nodding his head. He puffed smoke again, the sensation of the smoke burning the inside of his nose as he inhaled. The rest of the smoke escaped from between his lips as he spoke, Jamari inhaling deeply again before extending the blunt to Joshua. He hoped that the weed would calm his nerves, and really hoped that his friend wouldn’t be able to tell how “off” he felt.

But, seeing right through the thinly veiled gesture, Joshua raised his eyebrows, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he lied again, “I’m just in my head ‘bout this music shit.”

Joshua nodded his head - slowly - his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the look on Jamari’s face. Even if the tongue lied, body language couldn’t - and Jamari looked like he was a deer in damn headlights, fear and worry lurking behind his expressive, dark brown eyes.

But even if he wanted to, Jamari knew he wouldn’t be able to explain clearly how he felt to Joshua. His “spidey senses” were tingling, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing mental gymnastics as he tried to narrow down exactly what it was. That was Jamari’s biggest issue - he didn’t know what had him so wound up. What was pressing his buttons, pushing his pressure points.

Like damn, what the fuck was it?

“You a fraudulent, wack ass nigga!”

Murda could point out that grating, pitchy voice from anywhere, his eyes immediately finding the owner of the voice in the crowd - dressed in a red and white Gucci shirt, and black jeans, and a big, obnoxiously sized chain in the shape of a money bag hanging from around his neck.

That voice belonged to no one other than Rich Baby - Murda’s labelmate and one of the sharpest thorns in his side.

From the moment the two of them met, Rich Baby seemed to have it out for Murda. Whether it was on social media, in songs, interviews - whatever it was, he made it his business to antagonize Jamari every chance he got. And unfortunately, since they were on the same label, it meant that they ran in the same circles. And because it sold records, made the fans want more from the two of them, made the blogs talk - Jamari had to be in his presence more often than he would like. And for someone as attention seeking as Rich, it meant that he would go all out to keep the persona, the image attached to his name.

But for once, Rich’s attention wasn’t on Jamari, and instead of the dice game that had come to a screeching halt in front of them.

Rich was staring down another man, dice in one hand and money in the other, the two of them exchanging nasty glares at each other.

“Here them niggas go,” Joshua added, shaking his head as he watched the group over his shoulder.

Tension hung in the air as words were exchanged, playful banter and yelling suddenly turning serious. The air surrounding them seemed to turn stale, and Murda could feel the shift in the situation - his chest tightening as his heart thumped away loudly in his ears. The blunt in Joshua’s hand had long gone out - a thin wisp of smoke filtering from the charred and blackened end of the blunt. The crowd seemed to egg on the “discussion” between Rich and the other man on, both sides taunting each other.

“You tryna say I’m cheating? Cause I know that ain’t what yo’ ugly ass is tryna tell me, nigga!”

“That’s exactly what the fuck I’m saying. You fuckin’ dumb?”

“Watch yo’ fuckin’ mouth when you talking to me, nigga-”

“The fuck is you finna do if I don’t?”

That’s when the pushing and shoving started.

The sound of shouting filled Jamari’s ears, Rich’s figure drowned out in the sea of men that seemed to swarm the situation - some of them trying to diffuse it, while others were too consumed with their argument to be bothered with backing down. Designer shoes and Jordans stepped all over the money on the ground, while hands reached to pull the men apart, some men opting to attempt to pick up the money beneath their feet like vultures.

“What - you wanna hit for this shit or what?”

Wait..

“I got something for you, don’t even fuckin’ worry.”

Was this..

“Hold on, the fuck you finna-”

A loud, ear splitting pop rang out into the air - echoing as the crowd instantly scattered, spreading out in all different directions, like a bunch of roaches. Loud footsteps and screaming echoed in the night air, and the sounds of engines revving and tires screeching across asphalt made for a disastrous symphony.

Jamari’s ears rang, and he could smell the smoke from the gunfire in the air, temporarily stunning his senses and burning his eyes.

But when the smoke cleared, his eyes caught sight of Rich on the ground.

“What the fuck!”

Joshua yelled, kneeled down at Rich’s side. His hands were covered in thick, red blood as he tried to apply pressure to Rich’s chest. Rich grabbed weakly at Joshua’s hands, smearing the liquid across his shirt and Joshua’s tattooed hands. Without even thinking about it, Jamari joined him at Rich’s side along with a few other people - a woman lifting Rich’s head while another was on the phone, her words barely comprehensible as they slurred together.

Jamari was completely paralyzed as he stared down at the pool of blood covering the front of Rich’s shirt, Rich’s eyes blinking slowly as he tried to speak but the woman cradling his head told him not to. His body was frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing in front of him.

Then he realized - what he had been feeling all day. What had been bothering him.

Death.

It hung high in the air, yet Jamari was powerless to do anything about it.

The sound of sirens filled the air, swarming Jamari’s senses as he was fixed to his kneeling position on the ground. His hands trembled, and he struggled to breathe, watching Joshua as he continued to apply pressure to Rich’s chest, blood covering his hands and his shirt. Rich struggled to breathe, his chest rising shallowly as blood spilled from the corners of his lips with each passing breath. Joshua shouted at Rich to hold on, that he would be okay - but as the intensity and volume of the sirens grew closer, they all knew that there wasn’t much they could continue to do.

Jamari’s ears hadn’t stopped ringing - in a trance as he watched Rich take his last breath.

“Murda - we gotta go!”

The sound of Joshua’s voice fell on Jamari’s deaf ears, his body still frozen in place as he looked upon Rich’s cold, lifeless eyes.

“Jamari, are you listening to me?”

Joshua shook him, trying to snap Jamari out of his trance.

“Jamari!”

Yanking him up from the ground, Joshua shook him again, his bloody fingers digging into the soft fabric of Jamari’s shirt. Their eyes shared the same fearful, panicked expression in them, the two of them realizing the magnitude of what had unfolded in front of them. Sirens wailed through the streets, and behind them people filed out of the club, more people screaming and wailing in disbelief, the two men getting swallowed up in the crowd that had started to form.

“What the fuck do we do?” Jamari stumbled over his words, the syllables spilling out from his mouth.

“Ain’t shit we can do now but get the fuck out of here.”

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘?. . . the key signature, ❝dreamchaser❞

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