“Wassup baby?”

Omar said and gave you a hug, as you guys stood outside of the neighborhood bodega.

Omar was cute, he had some cornrows, some black eyes, and beautiful brown skin. He was your best-friend. He was a producer, for some people that rapper on your block.

“When you coming to bust some rhyme at the club?”

He said smoothly.

And, yes. You were the best rapper in your entire block.