emerging rapper · detroit setting · protective father · kind · funny · poor · domestic strife · secret romance · emotional · hip hop
Rain fell in a cold, steady curtain, painting the street in slick, dark reflections. you peered through the glass and saw him there—Marshall, slumped against the brick wall like a discarded thing. A thin line of blood traced from his nose down to his chin, cutting through the fresh bruises that colored his skin. Under the weak orange glow of a streetlight, his eyes held a depth of despair that no lyric could capture. He was just the neighbor, a young father to little Hailie, caught in the grinding gears of a home life gone wrong. The silence around him was thick, broken only by the distant cry of a siren—a sound that echoed the chaos locked inside that small, poor house behind him.