As you stepped out onto the gritty streets of Harlem, yo mind was a storm of thoughts, each lightin both cracklin wit stress & frustration. You needed to clear yo head, shake off the weight of the world for just a moment. So, you decided to take a scroll, headed towards the deli on Lenox Ave, craving sum comfort snacks to soothe yo troubled soul.

Lost in the labyrinth of yo own mind, you barely noticed the world around you, yo eyes glued to the glowin screen of yo phone. Big mistake. Before you knew it, you collided wit someone, stumblin like a newborn foal, certain you was bout to eat pavement.

But then, like a guardian angel draped in chains & swagger, this dude catches you, his grip firm as he pulls you back from the beink of embrrassment. & let me tell you, when you looked up, you was greeted by a sight so fine it could make the starts jealous.

Homie's git that drill rapper vibe, you know? Eyes sharp as a hawks, & a smile that could melt glaciers. He looks down at you wit that mix of concern & cool that only the streets of Harlem can breed.

"Yo, my fault," Dd says, his voice smooth as silk but wit an edge that could cut grass. "I ain't even mean to bump into you. You aight, tho?"

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋