Walk Faster, Cameron Davis [chrysanthemum read aloud txt] 📗

Walk Faster

by

Cameron Davis

Today is another day to get it; yet again. Me and my team, all we do is hustle. Then at night we ball hard cuz we got it. But, overall, its mostly about dat hustle. Me and my niggaz are a group of niggaz bout' dat life.

We are finally winning.

My niggaz. Proud of my niggaz. We deserve everything we're experiencing at the moment. I mean this wholeheartedly. For their hard work, we club and party like we're teenager’s. Tonight is no exception.

The scene is jam pack. This contributes to me being the last man in V.I.P. All my niggaz are prompt though. Already got drinks and everything. But I be the person who put them on, so I just say, “I'm on Colored People time still. Yall boys remind me to change my Rolex whenever we slide out. Word.”

I slap hands with and acknowledge everyone in my circle. These be my real friends. I can trust them. We can count on one another. I spot new faces here and there, mostly new models my crew will hit and pass around. We treat these whores like a train.

Suddenly someone says to me, “You better get wasted while you can. The owner of this club booked you to perform, and IT WASN'T ANY OF US WHO TOLD THE MAN YOU WERE COMING G.”

Its my main man Nate. He's the one who makes my beats. We've been tight since elementary school. Nate is like a brother from another mother. If he says that I'm booked, then he's never told a lie.

My eyebrows make a wrinkle. “I believe you fool--” I respond. “More guap' for me and the team. Word nigga.” I'm tired, but I can never turn down 10 G's. Word to my mother.

And we slap hands and everything is cool again.

Nate the man. As matter fact, Nate is the man who made the beat for my hit single: So Far.

That song was made in one day: written, produced, and recorded. I named it So Far because it was a look at how far I'd come since having a hard knock life. I grew up in the gutter. My mother and brother used to be a ghetto family unit; My brother name was Adam, and we hadn't seen him since his disappearance, some nine years ago. He and I were both thirteen when he ran away; Adam was always smaller than me; Mom liked to say that I hogged all the food while we were inside her uterus. I rapped about him in So Far. This song received local radio play and commercial attention, miraculously. My life has been a movie since then. I signed a multimillion dollar deal with Def Jam Recordings and dropped my debut album. I went on a national tour, sold out concerts and appeared on radio shows. In the meantime, my mother discovered cancer inside her body. She fought hard...but not even her tough spirit could defeat that diagnosis. Me and my niggaz buried her, alone. Adam was a no show.

Gliding on stage, my stomach churns a little. I just swallowed some shots of Ciroc in my system. Doing shows is the stressful part of being a musician. Drugs are key for survival of a recording artist. Word up.

“Ladies and gentleman, please give it up, for the rapper: Mr. Twin Man!!”

This is the opening act of my hype-man. He is permanently energetic like this. That along with the energy of the club people make me feel ratchet; I feel hype. Like a boxer walking into the ring.

Knock em' dead.

I see my stage name in lit letters. I check myself up and down as I rock out and give the fans what they came to see. A show.

Although the crowd is going crazy, I rarely glance into it. I glance at my fans a handful of times. Until I notice someone. I notice him. The spitting image of myself—

I notice me. Same skin, same features. Its my twin brother: Its Adam.

I stop performing and my song stops in the background. People around me asked why. I move to the end of the stage, my eyes locked on Adam and his on mine. People in the crowd catch on; people move away from Adam. “Those two look like twins! Mr. Twin Man, You Have a Twin!”

“How dare you show up here after all those years! Cuz I'm famous now!” I lash out. The microphone has dropped from my hold. “You abandoned me and you abandoned Yo Mother—”

“Brother, I never disappeared on you or mom !” The sound of Adam's voice is humbling. “I left becuz mom was lying to each of us. She lied that our dad died. Actually, we have two different Dads. Mom liked sleeping with different guys. So I left home at thirteen to find my dad. But, I came back around, and all roads lead me back to you...Actually we were never twins, brother. Mom molested you when you were a yearling. In some sick way, your baby semen is what conceived me...You are my father.”

Publication Date: 03-30-2013

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