1239
Views
Views
15 Votes
Chapter 1:- Get Back Up
Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup
or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what
cause when you got the belt and the ring
people with ya poppin bottles, taking pictures look around
as soon as you fall down all the haters pass a judgement
surprise, i'm here to show that I'ma rise above this
Ay, what it is World
yeah it's me again, back before you, at your mercy
don't bend your knee again, no running from the truth
as much as we pretend, that it aint what it is, than it hits CNN
apologies to my fans and my closest friends, (I'm sorry)
for letting you down, I wont take you down this road again
most of you now saying whatever, here we go again
blogs, radio, and television all going in
I laugh to keep from crying through all of the embarrasment
I gotta say you f-cking haters is hilarious
how dare you sit right there and act as if you holier than thou
point your finger now with me looking down
same clown that was twitpic'ing at my wedding
on the same twitter page disrespecting
wait a second (hold up)
never mind my imperfections this is fact, remember that
no mistakes too great to recover and bounce back
<>T.I. Ft Chris Brown<> Sonqq: Get Back Up
[~]Selena[~]
"Mikey...look at the sun baby...isnt it beautiful?" I smiled, hugging him tighter.
It was going on 6 pm, and in about another hour or so, I would be leaving for work. Right now I was spending whatever time I could, with my 5 year old son.
I had Mikey when I was 17 years old, by his no good daddy Austin.
Austin was 5 years older than me at the time, (he's 28) and he took advantage of me, because of my young mind. Thinking I loved him, I was stupid enough to lie down with him...
But there was one weird thing about Michael, he doesn't talk.
The doctors say he'll talk when he wants too, but that time still hasn't come yet. My family says there's something wrong with him, but I know my child...and he's perfectly fine.
The most he ever says is 'yes' or 'no', and here and there 'mom'. But it's progress, and I'm grateful whenever I get to hear my son's voice.
His light brown eyes looked up at me, with happiness in them and nodded his head.
I was about to say something else, until my beeper went off.
Mikey's face fell, because him and I both knew what this meant...
It was time for me to go.
"Im sorry Mikey, it won't take long but-"
Before I could finish my sentence, he hopped out of my arms and ran hack to the car, which was parked about 20 feet away.
"Mikey! Mikey!" I called after him.
But he ignored me, and kept going.
I sighed, and swallowed the lump of guilt in my throat and began picking up our towels and his toys. Damn...I know my son is sick of me having to leave and cut my time with him short...but I have too. My job is way too important, and I get paid too much, to let it go. I tell Mikey to give me time, because one day I'm going to be able to choose whenever I want to come to work...I just have to keep doing what I'm doing to get there.
[~]~[~]~[~]~]
"Baby, when are you going to choose your son over your job?" My mother asked, taking an asleep Mikey from me.
I stepped into her little home, and closed the door behind me.
Dropping Mikey's bags down by the door and the welcome mat, I replied in haste. "Im not choosing my job over my son. It's just-"
"Save it. I don't want to hear it Selena, and I sure Mikey doesn't want too either. Keep it up, and all you'll have is your job." She warned, going up the stairs, patting Mikey's back.
My mother was 53 years old, and just like me...she was a single parent, but with two kids. I have a younger brother and his name's JoJo. Right now, he's in a juvenile detention center, because my brother feels it's okay to act...bad? He's 16, and looks every spitting image of our father. Which we both never knew. All we have is pictures, to fill that gap of ever having a 'dad'.
A little hurt, I watched her walk up the stairs until she disappeared.
I took a deep breath, and calmly walked outside and back into the cold night air.
Why does my mother always have to give me a hard time about my son? I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I want Mikey to want everything he ever wants. I want him to have a better life, than I'll live. I want him to be...happy.
I was in my cop uniform, which consisted of a blue on black outfit, with Nike black shoes to match. My shift starts at 7 and depending on what's going on, I won't get off until about 5 in the morning. So I sleep all day, and Im up at night...or I'm just working like a machine.
I jogged to the car, fighting the cold and winter-like breeze and hoppers in starting the engine.
It was in the middle of summer, but at night, it'll get cold as winter.
I drove a nice little 2009 red Camry, and besides everything else...this car was my life. It was my very first car, and it was also the mark of adding on another chapter into my life. Because now...I didn't need my mom to take me everywhere.
I pulled out of her driveway and began driving towards the Police Department.
Boy, I can't wait to get there!
I'm two minutes from cracking down on one of the biggest gangbanger around New Orleeans. My Boss (Mr. Hennery) says if I solve this case, I'll get a bonus of my paycheck...and I'm going to use this money and take a vacation to The Bahamas...with just my son and I.
Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup
or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what
cause when you got the belt and the ring
people with ya poppin bottles, taking pictures look around
as soon as you fall down all the haters pass a judgement
surprise, i'm here to show that I'ma rise above this
Ay, what it is World
yeah it's me again, back before you, at your mercy
don't bend your knee again, no running from the truth
as much as we pretend, that it aint what it is, than it hits CNN
apologies to my fans and my closest friends, (I'm sorry)
for letting you down, I wont take you down this road again
most of you now saying whatever, here we go again
blogs, radio, and television all going in
I laugh to keep from crying through all of the embarrasment
I gotta say you f-cking haters is hilarious
how dare you sit right there and act as if you holier than thou
point your finger now with me looking down
same clown that was twitpic'ing at my wedding
on the same twitter page disrespecting
wait a second (hold up)
never mind my imperfections this is fact, remember that
no mistakes too great to recover and bounce back
<>T.I. Ft Chris Brown<> Sonqq: Get Back Up
[~]Selena[~]
"Mikey...look at the sun baby...isnt it beautiful?" I smiled, hugging him tighter.
It was going on 6 pm, and in about another hour or so, I would be leaving for work. Right now I was spending whatever time I could, with my 5 year old son.
I had Mikey when I was 17 years old, by his no good daddy Austin.
Austin was 5 years older than me at the time, (he's 28) and he took advantage of me, because of my young mind. Thinking I loved him, I was stupid enough to lie down with him...
But there was one weird thing about Michael, he doesn't talk.
The doctors say he'll talk when he wants too, but that time still hasn't come yet. My family says there's something wrong with him, but I know my child...and he's perfectly fine.
The most he ever says is 'yes' or 'no', and here and there 'mom'. But it's progress, and I'm grateful whenever I get to hear my son's voice.
His light brown eyes looked up at me, with happiness in them and nodded his head.
I was about to say something else, until my beeper went off.
Mikey's face fell, because him and I both knew what this meant...
It was time for me to go.
"Im sorry Mikey, it won't take long but-"
Before I could finish my sentence, he hopped out of my arms and ran hack to the car, which was parked about 20 feet away.
"Mikey! Mikey!" I called after him.
But he ignored me, and kept going.
I sighed, and swallowed the lump of guilt in my throat and began picking up our towels and his toys. Damn...I know my son is sick of me having to leave and cut my time with him short...but I have too. My job is way too important, and I get paid too much, to let it go. I tell Mikey to give me time, because one day I'm going to be able to choose whenever I want to come to work...I just have to keep doing what I'm doing to get there.
[~]~[~]~[~]~]
"Baby, when are you going to choose your son over your job?" My mother asked, taking an asleep Mikey from me.
I stepped into her little home, and closed the door behind me.
Dropping Mikey's bags down by the door and the welcome mat, I replied in haste. "Im not choosing my job over my son. It's just-"
"Save it. I don't want to hear it Selena, and I sure Mikey doesn't want too either. Keep it up, and all you'll have is your job." She warned, going up the stairs, patting Mikey's back.
My mother was 53 years old, and just like me...she was a single parent, but with two kids. I have a younger brother and his name's JoJo. Right now, he's in a juvenile detention center, because my brother feels it's okay to act...bad? He's 16, and looks every spitting image of our father. Which we both never knew. All we have is pictures, to fill that gap of ever having a 'dad'.
A little hurt, I watched her walk up the stairs until she disappeared.
I took a deep breath, and calmly walked outside and back into the cold night air.
Why does my mother always have to give me a hard time about my son? I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I want Mikey to want everything he ever wants. I want him to have a better life, than I'll live. I want him to be...happy.
I was in my cop uniform, which consisted of a blue on black outfit, with Nike black shoes to match. My shift starts at 7 and depending on what's going on, I won't get off until about 5 in the morning. So I sleep all day, and Im up at night...or I'm just working like a machine.
I jogged to the car, fighting the cold and winter-like breeze and hoppers in starting the engine.
It was in the middle of summer, but at night, it'll get cold as winter.
I drove a nice little 2009 red Camry, and besides everything else...this car was my life. It was my very first car, and it was also the mark of adding on another chapter into my life. Because now...I didn't need my mom to take me everywhere.
I pulled out of her driveway and began driving towards the Police Department.
Boy, I can't wait to get there!
I'm two minutes from cracking down on one of the biggest gangbanger around New Orleeans. My Boss (Mr. Hennery) says if I solve this case, I'll get a bonus of my paycheck...and I'm going to use this money and take a vacation to The Bahamas...with just my son and I.
