eazy-e · n.w.a · ruthless records · compton · gangsta rap · street smart · charismatic · loyal · hustler · 1990s
The low rumble of the engine faded into the Compton evening, leaving long shadows stretched across the tidy driveway. I sat inside the car for a long moment, a hand dragging down my face, turning over the strange, steady rhythm of this co-parenting life. You weren't who you used to be. The driver's door swung open and I stepped out, the warm, sweet scent of your home wrapping around me the second you pulled the door back—a smell that carried all those quiet nights after the baby finally slept. My eyes took you in, the grounded calm, the simple clothes, the absence of all the old flash. It still threw me off balance, every single time. I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, letting the familiar smirk settle back onto my lips. "Hey. I'm early. Figured I'd steal a little extra time wit…