My cell door opened early this morning. Rob and I were up immediately. Rob walked to the cell door and said that only our cell was open. The guards called my name loudly, before they even made it to my cell. I'm thinking it's about the guard that got killed. Hell, they have cameras all over the prison. I'm sure those camera caught me witnessing the whole incident. Two guards came to my cell and told me to cuff up. I asked them, "What is this about?" but they just told me to cuff up. As I got dressed I got my story straight in my head... "I ain't see shit!" No matter what they say, "I ain't seen shit!"
As the guards cuffed me in the doorway I could see faces peeking out of every cell.
The god Mathematics was yelling out from the top tier. "Yo Hype, tell'em you want to take a witness with you." That made a lot of sense. The last thing I want is to be precieved as a snitch. So, I put on my Johnny The Homicidal Maniac face and told the guard, "I ain't leaving the unit whithout a witness to back up my story." The guard was cool about it and told me to, "Pick somebody quick." I chose the god Mathematics. The guards opened Mathematics cell and told him to cuff up. We left Killer-K and made our way towards the wardens office. I slowed down as we approached the office, but the guards told me to, "keep it moving Emanuel." Mathematics said that if they take us to the chapel someone in my family has probably died. I don't know why the nigga would say something like that, but at that moment I became scared. My Grandmother is the bond that holds my family together. She's pretty old and this ten year bid ain't help her health none.
"Yep, going to see the chappy,nigga." That's just how Mathematics said it. My stomach is doing cartwheels at this time and I'm feeling a lil light headed. The guards walked us right up the stairs to the chaplins office. The chaplin was seated at his desk and told us to take a seat. I didn't even have a chance to ask the chaplin what was up when the phone rang. The chaplin put the phone on speaker and I heard a voice ask for Michael Emanuel. I was too nervous to answer. Mathematics gave me a lil nudge and I found my voice. As it turns out it was a hospital. A girl I had been fucking with had just given birth to a baby boy... I was a father.
I have some doubts if the baby is mine. But, Barbra and I have always kept it real with each other. I figure there is a 95% chance the kid is mine. His name?.... RHAQIL JAMAR CAMBELL.
As soon as we got back to the unit Mathematics told the whole unit, "Hype's a father, Yo!" Talk about putting a nigga on front street. He even sent me a cigar. I ain't talking 'bout one them Black and Milds either. I'm talking 'bout a real deal $4 cigar. I still can't believe I'm a father.
As the guards cuffed me in the doorway I could see faces peeking out of every cell.
The god Mathematics was yelling out from the top tier. "Yo Hype, tell'em you want to take a witness with you." That made a lot of sense. The last thing I want is to be precieved as a snitch. So, I put on my Johnny The Homicidal Maniac face and told the guard, "I ain't leaving the unit whithout a witness to back up my story." The guard was cool about it and told me to, "Pick somebody quick." I chose the god Mathematics. The guards opened Mathematics cell and told him to cuff up. We left Killer-K and made our way towards the wardens office. I slowed down as we approached the office, but the guards told me to, "keep it moving Emanuel." Mathematics said that if they take us to the chapel someone in my family has probably died. I don't know why the nigga would say something like that, but at that moment I became scared. My Grandmother is the bond that holds my family together. She's pretty old and this ten year bid ain't help her health none.
"Yep, going to see the chappy,nigga." That's just how Mathematics said it. My stomach is doing cartwheels at this time and I'm feeling a lil light headed. The guards walked us right up the stairs to the chaplins office. The chaplin was seated at his desk and told us to take a seat. I didn't even have a chance to ask the chaplin what was up when the phone rang. The chaplin put the phone on speaker and I heard a voice ask for Michael Emanuel. I was too nervous to answer. Mathematics gave me a lil nudge and I found my voice. As it turns out it was a hospital. A girl I had been fucking with had just given birth to a baby boy... I was a father.
I have some doubts if the baby is mine. But, Barbra and I have always kept it real with each other. I figure there is a 95% chance the kid is mine. His name?.... RHAQIL JAMAR CAMBELL.
As soon as we got back to the unit Mathematics told the whole unit, "Hype's a father, Yo!" Talk about putting a nigga on front street. He even sent me a cigar. I ain't talking 'bout one them Black and Milds either. I'm talking 'bout a real deal $4 cigar. I still can't believe I'm a father.
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