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" My inspiration for writing music is like Don McLean did when he did " American Pie" or " Vincent" . Lorraine Hansberry with " A Raisin in the Sun" . Like Shakespeare when he does his thing, like deep stories, raw human needs.I'm trying to think of a good analogy. It's like, you've got the Vietnam War, and because you had reporters showing us pictures of the war at home, that's what made the war end, or that shit would have lasted longer. If no one knew what was going on we would have thought they were just dying valiantly in some beautiful way. But because we saw the horror, that's what made us stop the war.So I thought, that's what I'm going to do as an artist, as a rapper. I'm gonna show the most graphic details of what I see in my community and hopefully they'll stop it quick.I've seen all of that-- the crack babies, what we had to go through, losing everything, being poor, and getting beat down. All of that. Being the person I am, I said no no no no. I'm changing this. "
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" Syn stared into Furi’s sparkling eyes. He brought one hand up and tenderly brushed Furi’s cheek. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Furi kissed his lips gently. “I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy.”
“I know you are.” Syn winked.
Furi flushed with embarrassment. “Shut up. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“I’ll finish it later,” Syn promised. His look was pure lust as he pushed his rising cock against Furi’s jean-clad thigh.
“Fuckin’ right you will,” Furi moaned against Syn’s cheek, rocking back against him. “I’d fuckin’ take you right now if your bosses weren’t in the front room.”
Syn groaned.
Furi gripped Syn’s cock in a firm grip and stroked a couple times, wrapping his other arm around Syn’s back to hold him close. He nipped at Syn’s stubbled chin, peppering sweet kisses along his jaw to his ear. Furi flicked his tongue out and pulled the fleshy lobe between his soft lips. Furi’s lips were pressed against his ear as he spoke in a low, sexy drawl, “I’d bend you over this sink and fuck you until you yelled my name and begged me not to stop.”
“Fuck,” Syn moaned. Heat tore up through him at Furi’s nasty words.
“Fuck you hard, just how you like it, baby.” Furi increased the speed of his stroke.
“Oh fuck, fuck. No. Stop honey,” Syn protested weakly, his balls already throbbing with the need for release.
“Why?” Furi hissed.
“Because I fucking refuse to let Day hear me come.” Syn put some room between their bodies and kept backing up until he hit the wall. He tried to control his breathing, but staring at Furi’s gorgeous, flushed face didn’t help.
“You guys are crazy.” Furi shook his head.
“Day’s pranks have no boundaries. I wouldn’t be surprised if my moans are broadcasted over the loudspeaker in the office today.” Syn opened the bathroom door and gestured for Furi to look out into the hallway. “See.”
Furi busted out laughing at Day standing there in the hallway with his cell phone in his hand, studying the non-existent art on Syn’s bare wall. He whistled like he was just lounging around not looking for trouble. Syn just flipped him off and pulled Furi into his bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
“Oh my fucking god. That shit is too funny.” Furi laughed while he put a few things into his backpack.
“Yeah, because you don’t’ have to deal with his silliness.” Syn hurried to get dressed. "
― A.E. Via