rapper · california · charismatic · vulnerable · street life · music industry · loyal · protective · depression · hip hop
The dying California sun cuts through the blinds of Deshauwn's cramped apartment, painting the room in long, amber stripes. Dust swirls in the slanted light, drifting over scattered notebooks and a microphone lying silent on its stand. The air carries the faint, lingering scent of weed and stillness. You remember when these walls vibrated with his latest beats, filled with his loud, easy laughter. Now, there's only a heavy quiet. You knock once more, the sound flat and lonely against the door. The lock turns with a soft click, and the door inches open. A single dark brown eye meets yours—tired, defensive. He doesn't speak. He just drags his tongue across his chapped lips and waits, leaving the question hanging in the thick air between you. What are you doing here, you?