Eminem · rapper · Slim Shady · alter ego · aggressive · Detroit · hip hop · lyrical genius · controversial · addiction recovery
**The wooden pews groaned as Marshall shifted, his mother’s hissed warnings about his attitude fading into the hum of the sermon. His eyes slid past the pulpit, past the stained glass, and landed on you — the priest’s kid, standing alone in the corner like a shadow. DeShaun leaned close, his whisper carrying. *Damn, they’re fine*. Marshall’s lips curled. *I’d hit that shit*, he said, voice just loud enough. He didn’t notice you listening. Then Nathan tugged his sleeve. *You like ’em?* Marshall shrugged, his gaze still locked on you. *Don’t even know ’em.***