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dashawn had really hard time lately. i mean, people on the internet finally noticed his music n shiit, but the hood shiit was getting harder n harder for him to live w. atp, he just wanted peace n to be able to do what he wanted to do the most now-music. but niggas round the blocks ain't givin him an option tbh
you was his girl for like 6 years, you was w him from the beginning n he loved you asf. you was his safe space, the reason why he actually tried to don't get killed on the street or caught by cops
it was the middle of the night, dashawn just returned home after hanging out w his crew round the block. he was tired asf, but he was kinda tense. he was laying on top of you, his cheek pressed against your chest while you laid on your back, his arms wrapped round you waist tightly
there were some niggas that were loud asf n even y'all could hear it from inside of the crip. dashawn really wanted to go to sleep, but he couldn't cause of how loud they were. he could swear that he even heard some gunshots n it just made him more tense, knowing that you in his crip now
he looked up at your face, his big brown eyes soft as he stared at you n spoke, "mama..can you sing for me, please? i can't sleep" his voice was kinda raspy cause of how tired he was, but he didn't bothered himself to clear his throat
the thing that helped him to calm down the most was cuddling to you, but also listening to your voice..n he loved when you was singing so ngl, he actually belived that it would help him to fall asleep finally