Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

September 13, 1996

~Tupac's P.O.V~

Today is the day that I become a free man! I can't wait to get out of this bitch. The correctional officers here are trash and sick as fuck. That's why I never wanted Keisha, Sekyiwa, my mother, or ANY other woman to come and visit me. Yes, I may have married her in prison but that was before I found out about a lot of the stuff they really do.

A woman was raped across the street at the motel. She was a visitor for one of the prisoners here and word around the prison is that it was one of the officers here. Not to mention people around here telling me and me witnessing with my own eyes them making passes at my lady visitors. Talking about their asses and nipples, FUCKING sickos man. I'm already going through a lot in this hellhole as is and knowing that they were put in harm's way because they're trying to visit me would make me go even more crazy.

My mind would've been gone and possibly get me more time than I spent and didn't deserve to spend. Yes, you heard that shit right. They planted evidence on me and that's how my ass was convicted. They got "witnesses" which is why I never saw those people on the stand before. They pretended as they knew me. How did they find out about it being a lie? One of the women felt guilty and ended up telling. I'm glad about that but that's a year and six months of my life that I can't get back.

This morning I woke up extra early to get my things ready. I'm giving everything I got here away. I don't need it nor do I want it. They need it more than I do. They kept moving me to other cells throughout my entire stay because they truly wanted something to happen to me. I was once in a cell with some crazy ass nigga. The dude would talk to himself and threaten me and I told him off when he came to me like that. I was scared as fuck in there and had to literally sleep with one eye open and a homemade shank.

Another cellmate I had was a guy who would brag about getting people in the ass which was what he was convicted for. Because of that, I slept on my back and slept with my eyes open. That's what I think that rumor of me being raped came from. Some will try but you beat their asses.

People who're in here for drugs are probably even more strung out than when they arrived. It's easy as hell to get drugs due to correctional officers smuggling it in and people putting shit up they ass. So if you're an addict and want to quit you have to have STRONG willpower. Shit, I was too scared to smoke weed in here. I don't want to taste shit or put nothing NEAR my mouth that's been stuffed in some ass. Nor do it want to be strung out on something else because a lot of this shit ain't 100% pure.

"Get what you want nigga. You know, since a nigga finna be free and whatnot!" I said holding out my arms.

"A'ight. I'll take this CD player. All the oodles of noodles. Nahhh, imma just take it all. Imma be a businessman in this shit hole. Make some profit since my folks can't afford to put money on my books." Nacho told me.

His real name is Ignacio Lopez and he's a cool dude. This dude used to work up there with the big dogs like El Chapo, so YOU KNOW he's going to be in here for a long ass time. He helped people escape from prisons too but those same people don't give a fuck about him. The only people that

"Do whatever you like. I'm just glad my ass is finally about to be gone." I told him.

"You keep saying that man. I get it." Nacho laughed.

"Shit, I been in here so long that can't remember what all my people look like. A nigga ain't gotta think hard to remember what they look like. I can't wait, man."  I told him shaking my head.

"I feel you ese. I can't wait 'til I get out of this hellhole- if I get out." Nacho shook his head looking down.

He's looking at forty years to life. Their still building a case. I can't fault him for pushing dope because I probably would've been doing the same thing if I wasn't who I am. I can't say for sure. He bought his family a lot of shit with that money and got them out of their situation. Those things were taken away from him and his family once they knew how he purchased said things.

"Keep yo head up, nigga. Just do what you been doin' in here. Imma try to keep in touch wit' yo ass though. I won't come, I can't bring myself to do that but I'll write you when I can." I told him.

"Yeah, thanks ese. You, Cai, and Terrance showed me what friends really are. Them jughead's I risked my life and my family's life for are nowhere to be found." He shook his head.

Cai is this old Asian dude that we hang with. He's a real cool dude. Cai is in jail for Arsenic. He's fifty- see even years old. Cai is in here for arsenic and double homicide. His business was failing so he lit his company building on fire and it just so happens that his sister and youngest daughter were in there and died.

He didn't know they were in there because it was a surprise from what his wife said his youngest daughter wanted to surprise him for his birthday. His wife has now moved on and settled down with another man. He's been in here for seven years now and also has nobody to come see him. His wife used to and his oldest kids never came. They couldn't forgive him for that.

Terrance is a young black dude. He's nineteen to be exact. He's in here for the carrying marijuana. The police stopped him while walking home from his girlfriend's house and frisked him. While frisking, they found a quarter amount of marijuana. He also has a long list of things he's done before like armed robbery. His family comes to see him. His grandmother took care of him while his mother was on drugs and his father wasn't around. He's the oldest out of all of his siblings and there are like twelve of them. Terrance

"Yeah, I know ALL too well about fake friends" I chuckled referring to Biggy fat ass and Puffy hotdog head ass.

"Number 874, you're out." Officer Will yelled out and my door unlocked.

"It's early," I told him.

"And? Do you want to leave or not inmate?" Will smirked.

"Yeah," I responded.

"Then I suggest you get your ass out of that cell INMATE!"

I gathered my things. There was just my poetry, raps, and photos. "Tell the others that I said bye. Tell them what I told you." As soon as I was done talking, I was snatched out of the cell by the officer.

"Alright ese!" Nacho yelled out to me.

I made it to the front where they patted me down for any contraband. Where is my shank? My enemies are my friend's enemies and that's where I dropped it. I wiped off my fingerprints of course. Maybe I shouldn't have done that but you can't dwell on the past. This was during lunchtime yesterday. After being shoved around by the officers, I was given the things I entered with and was out this bitch. Paparazzi was outside with cameras, mic's, and shit trying to get to me. I pushed through and kept it moving.

"Sup, nigga!?" I said to Kadafi. I had him and Kastro pick me up from the facility and we'd all ride back home on the plane.

"What's up baby boy!" Kastro said dapping me up.

"Awwwn, shit! Mr. Shakur sharp head ass!" Kadafi said laughing.

"A'ight, let's go before these niggas find another reason to lock me up," I said getting in the front.

"Nigga, that's my seat!" Kadafi said smacking my head.

"The youngest always sits at the back," I said laughing. We are in a cab because from here, I'm getting some REAL food, and then it's straight to the airport to go home to ATL.

"Man, with yo fat ass head. Lookin' like a traffic cone." Kadafi said closing the door after getting in the back seat.

"Y'all niggas been actin' right?" I asked once the car started to move.

Kadafi scratched his head and looked at the driver. "Yeah, I'm ALWAYS actin' right."

I caught on. He's right and I'm tripping already. Trying to get caught up. Fuck is wrong with my ass. "Thanks for checking up on my mama and sister while I was gone. Appreciate it. How come y'all ain't get a driver?" I asked them.

"Because this is quick. We in and out baby!" Kastro told me.

"Aye, man, can you stop at Denny's then straight to the airport?" I asked the cab driver.

"Yes." He nodded.

"You better eat fast because your flight is in like two hours and a couple of minutes. You know damn well New York airports be packed." Kastro laughed.

"Shit, I ain't even get to eat no breakfast. They snatched me out of that cell early as hell. How y'all know they changed the time?" I asked them.

"Changed the time? This was the time we had from jump." Kastro told me.

"Fuck ass cops," I mumbled underneath my breath. "Scratch that Denny's part. Just go straight to the Airport. I forgot they got places there and a Denny's if I'm not mistaken."

"They do," Kadafi told me.

"Cool." Shit, I'm still in complete disbelief that I'm out of prison.

We made small talk as we headed to the airport. Nothing too major, it was just me asking about everybody. After going through a security check, I was on my way to Atlanta. Since being in jail, the house I was renting is no longer mine to rent. I couldn't pay inside of the cell that I didn't belong in. I made an album that I recorded before prison and it went platinum, except for one song.

Most of that money was going on my needs within the cell while the rest went into a bank account. I'm proud that I had an album go platinum in prison but most people will tell you that most of the money you get comes from touring. That's true unless you're writing music, creating beats, and/or producing/ directing music videos for other artists. I mean, I wrote songs for others here and there but most lyrics I write are for myself because I feel like nobody can project the message the way I can to my own lyrics.

I need to get back to work to make that money because I had a lot of people depending on me, whether it was financially or lyrically. All of my things are at my mother's house. I'm going to try to find somewhere to live, even if it is just an apartment. I can't bring bitches to my momma's house.

I know, I'm a married man but I need to tell Keisha that I want a divorce. It's nothing with her, it's all me. Yes, we married in jail, but being in jail made me realize that I'm not ready to be tied down. Keisha is a good woman and I don't want to hurt her the way that so many men hurt my mother. I'm a ho so that means I get around. Keisha is wife material and should be somebody's wife, and me, you already know me.

That was another reason I didn't want Keisha to come to the prison. I could've done conjugal visits but prison is no place for sex. I don't want her to feel used by me which isn't too far fetch and I feel bad for it. I even wrote to other women while in prison and I mean on some freaky shit.

We pulled up to my momma crib. I even miss the little things like driving. I can't drive because my license is expired, which means I have to go to the BMV sometime soon to renew it. I got a bunch of shit to do. That prison shit put me so far back on my original plans. I didn't even think I was going to go to jail which is why I didn't break my lease. Because of the rent I stopped paying, I KNOW I'll have it on my record making it hard to find somewhere to live.

I got out the car. "Damn, nigga! Don't slam my shit!" Kastro yelled at me.

"Fuck I tell you 'bout yellin' at me?" I said matching his tone. I looked around and saw a bunch of cars on this street. "Damn, how many people done moved in this neighborhood? Shit packed as fuck!" I said laughing. "Everybody want to move to Atlanta. Shit, houses here must be in high demand."

"You stupid!" Kadafi said laughing. "This shit ain't nothin' like L.A though." He said shaking his head.

"Nahh, L. A is too fucking high priced like NYC. Living in boxes for thousands of dollars."

"Nahh, L. A is the place nigga!" I told him about to knock on the door. Kastro threw me a key. "Fuck you givin' me to keys for?"

"Open the fucking door, nigga!" He said opening his trunk to retrieve some things.

"Aye, nigga... I got a bunch of pent up frustration in me and I don't mind beating yo ass if you keep talking to me like you doin'." I told Kastro. "Now, you know damn well you got hella keys on this bitch. Which key is it? And why the fuck I gotta open the door? Ain't my momma here?" I asked him and he shrugged his shoulders. I checked about three before I got to the one I that went to the door. "Fuck is y'all getting from the trunk!? Hurry y'all slow asses up!" I said then pushed open the door.

"Welcome home, Tupac!" I heard as my head was still turned away from the door and outside. The yelling made me snap my head to see inside the house.

"Oh, shit! Y'all can't do that to me. I JUST got out of prison." I told them. There are a bunch of people here all my family and some of my friends. My mama ain't too find of Suge so of course that nigga ain't here. "That's why I was smellin' barbeque..." I mumbled to myself because I could eat again. "Thanks y'all." I told everybody.

If I hadn't eaten, I would've gone straight to the food, but I can do that RIGHT after talking to my mama and Sekyiwa. I went straight to them and hugged them; a group hug. "I missed you." My mama squeezed me tight as hell.

"I can't breathe." I gasped for air.

She let me go. "Oh, boy..." She said laughing and hit me on my shoulder. "Over here over exaggerating."

"Right!" Sekyiwa agreed then hugged me again. "I really missed you and I love you."

"I love you son." My mama told me.

"I missed and love y'all too." Most people would be surprised that I'm a mushy person. I will tell people that I care for I love them in a minute. I also like physical contact but as you all know, I've been locked up. "So, where the food at?" I asked pulling away then looking around the room.

"Is food more important than us?" Sekyiwa asked me.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" I laughed. "You know damn well it ain't. I been in jail and ain't had no good food is a long ass time. Y'all gotta understand my frustration."

"I don't know if prison made you stupid or what! Where does food go!?" Sekyiwa asked me.

"Hey, baby." Keisha said coming up to me and kissed me on the lips. I ain't felt the touch of another woman in a LONG ass time.

"Hey..." I trailed off. On second thought, that food can wait because I need her to know how I feel and I don't want her to be more upset if I tell her later on. You know how some women could get. "Why the fuck did you let me be all over you the whole day looking stupid KNOWING you ain't want me!?" Type shit.

"Alright, baby. Speak." Keisha said throwing her arms out for me to go.

"In private. You know, I don't like people in my business."

"Okay." She said and we both walked to somewhere more private. We went outside to her car. "What's up?"

"How you been?" I asked.

"Baby, you know how I been. I been missin' you. Your company. I been spending time with your family, your mother specifically because she reminds me so much of you." She said tearing up. "I really missed you." She said wiping her eyes then laughed. "I know you didn't pull me away to just ask me how I been. What's wrong? Something is bothering you."

"I didn't just bring you out for that. Imma stop beating around the bush and just tell you what it is. Keisha, I fucked up in jail. I-I cheated on you."

Keisha's head jerked back. "You cheated on me? So you tellin' me you gay!? SO THE RUMORS ARE TRUE!" I threw my head back laughing. "Ion see shit funny!"

"You know damn well that I ain't gay. Ion care how long I stayed in jail. I ain't givin' or I ain't talkin'. I am a ho though. Keisha, I'm telling you before I hurt you- I hurt you even more because I know I'm hurting you with what I'm saying. You're wife material and I'm ho material. I'm not ready to be tied down right now. I'm sorry for leading you on all this time. I'm glad you held me down while I was in there but marriage ain't for me. Maybe in the futu-"

"Nah, FUCK THAT! Held you down, nigga!? That's all you think of me!? A woman who held you DOWN! I took care of yo business shit while yo fathead ass was locked up! Fuck outta here nigga! I'm so fucking STUPID!" She said with her hands on her head. Keisha then turned to me. "You can't hold a nigga down and love them more than they love themselves. My mama told me not to marry a nigga and jail. What did I do? I did it anyway because I loved you. Love ain't enough. Fuck outta my car." She said calmly.

"Keisha, don't be like that. I still want us to be friends, I just don't wanna ruin you."

"Who was she? Hmm?" She asked. "I just wanna- need to know."

"There was more than one but there was somebody I used to talk to."

"WHO. WAS. SHE." Keisha emphasized.

"Madonna? A white woman? You supposed to be this, "I'm all about bettering the black community!"  AND "Fuck these white devil's!" But fuckin' white bitches who been around! She is KNOWN for fucking niggas like you! She evil as fuck blackmailing niggas! You told me y'all was done!"

"We was done! Then she wrote me and prison and we went back and forth writing more and more. Her and a couple of others. She wasn't the only one."

"Is THAT supposed to make me feel better? Talking about she wasn't the only one. I thought you was the REAL nigga you claimed to be but nahh. You just a nigga. Fuck outta my shit you clown ass nigga." She said and reached over to open my door. She pulled back once it was open and shook her head at me with a disappointed look on her face.

I sighed at her. "I don't need this shit..." I said and stepped out of the car.

"I don't need you but you NEEDED me in prison." She laughed and started to drive off.

Before she moved the car too far, I slammed the door shut. "Bitter bitch!"

I tried to make my way back into the kitchen but kept getting stopped by family and friends. Afterward, they left me alone I began to make my way to the kitchen again. "Wassup Pac?" Cole said stopping me.

"Sup nigga!" I said dapping him up.

"Shit, work. Tryna get shit done." He laughed. The others are in the kitchen by the food. The others; them Jodeci niggas, Tia, Kadafi, Kastro, and Sekyiwa were in there.

"Oh shit! The jailbird arrives." K-Ci said laughing.

"Shut the fuck up nigga!" I said dapping him up.

"Sup nigga!" De said dapping me up next with a hug.

"Pac!" Dalvin said dapping me up with a hug.

"JoJo," I said dapping his ass up. "Damn, nigga. I mistook you for Biggie fat ass for a second." I said jokingly.

"Fuck you nigga!" He said laughing.

"Y'all- y'all let's play a game," Tia said and threw an egg in the air then caught it. "Which one is the REAL Tupac?" She said holding the eggs next to my head.

"That one is the imposter!" De said pointing to me.

"Damn, that nigga been home all along, chillin' in the refrigerator!" Kadafi said laughing.

"Fuck y'all. Y'all came out with the jokes." I said laughing then hugged her.

"I mean, what can I say? I am a stand-up comedian after all." She said holding her hands to her sides once we pulled away.

"Lyin' ass." I laughed at her. "And you ain't that funny."

"Whatever." She said throwing her hand at me.

"Pac!" I heard from behind me. It was Jada.

"Yo! Long time no talk." I said hugging her.

"I missed yo bald-headed ass." She said squeezing me. We go way back!

"I missed yo bald-headed ass too," I said laughing. She does have this little short style going on.

"Where'd Keisha go?" She asked me.

"Out," I replied then turned right back around looking at the food. "Let me get my grub on." I said grabbing a plastic plate and started piling up my plate. "Who made the potato salad?" I asked Kadafi and them.

"My mama," Kadafi replied and my face scrunched up.

"Yo mama know damn well her ass can't cook! Fuck she messin' up the food for?" I shook my head.

"Don't talk about my mama man," Kadafi said getting offended.

"I'm not talkin' 'bout yo mama. I'm talking about her cookin'! I knew she made that shit and that's why I asked before touching it. Somebody scrape this shit out in the trash." I shook my head.

"Shit is nasty. You know I can clean a plate, and look." Jojo said holding onto his plate that ONLY had potato salad on it.

"Yeah, and you look like you done cleaned a few plates too many," I said laughing. "Did a bitch get YOU pregnant!?" I said and everybody busted out laughing.

"Yo head and my stomach the same size." JoJo shot back.

"Shit, don't put that on my head."

"Right, that's an insult to yo'self and that unborn child," De told JoJo, slapping Jojo's stomach.

Jada looked at Dalvin and Dalvin looked at Jada. "Dalvin..." Jada trailed off.

"Jada..." Dalvin replied matching her tone.

De and Tia gave each other a look then chuckled underneath their breaths. (This is a reference to an older chapter when Dalvin had Jada in his and De's place. They fought, remember?)

"So, y'all back friends and shit?" I asked De and Tia. "Damn, it must be a cold day in hell," I told them.

"Not friends, just cordial. I trust my friends and these clowns pretty much the only ones I know here." Tia told me.

"Ouch." De was clearly offended.

"Got damn yo ass done got mean! What happened to you? You used to be all shy and shit. Now, you say shit how you think it." I said shaking my head laughing.

"I'm being honest." She shrugged.

I shook my head. "Nahh, yo ass mean as hell," I responded to Tia.

"I ain't ever met this person before. Who you?" K-Ci asked Tia.

"You must never met the Tia who put K-Ci in his place YEARS ago. He ain't even did what he did to her again." JoJo said laughing.

"Now, why you gotta bring up old shit JoJo?" K-Ci sounded upset.

"What he do?" I asked them.

"Alright, I am being a little mean. My bad DeVanté, but I meant every word," Tia told him.

"He was just disrespectful as hell towards her for some odd ass reason. LITERALLY, an ODD ass reason because his reason ain't make no type of sense. Damn, you did change girl. You put K-Ci in his place but that shit was in a nice way. Now, you straight savage." JoJo said laughing.

"I know yo feelings hurt De. ESPECIALLY since the othe-" K-Ci was cut off by Dalvin.

"You know, K-Ci you talkin' too much. Do me a favor and shut the fuck up?" Dalvin told JoJo.

"My bad." K-Ci shrugged off laughing.

"Nahh, if I was you and he did what he did, I'd be mad too," I told Tia referring to De. She told me what happened a while back and that shit is fucked up. But, what do you expect from a person who was fucked up at the time? That's no excuse for what he did though.

"What he do?" Dalvin asked.

"Everything you know and more but we're past that," Tia told him. "He apologized and I forgave him."

"But you still 'on't trust his ass?" I asked her and she stayed silent. "I feel you. You heard what I said." I shrugged.

"I know what I did and how I was. Can y'all leave that shit where I left it?" De asked us.

"What you gettin' mad at other people for what you did? I brought it up and asked, don't get mad at everybody else nigga. On the other hand, I'm glad to ass ain't on that shit no more." I slapped his shoulder.

"Just an FYI DeVanté, just because you're a changed person and YOU moved on that doesn't mean the people you hurt did the same. Some things take time and with some people, time doesn't even matter. Some things just rake time. It just doesn't work that way and you need to change your way of thinking if you want to get ahead." Tia told him.

"Damn, you DeVanté again? Oh, she don't like to ass. At first, it was Donald this, Donald that, DONALD." I said instigating. "On another note, K-Ci and JoJo need to stay next to each other because together y'all a ten."

"I get it!" Kastro said laughing. "K-Ci is the one and JoJo the zero! Hell nawl!"

"Y'all can all make y'all way outside now!" My mama announced to everybody.

I finished making my plate then went outside. Not before scraping that nasty ass potato salad in the trash.

"Let's play a game a Spade's and get y'all asses beat like yo pappy's used to," I said sitting down at the table.

"Who? You? Sir, I DO recall you losing..." Tia trailed off looking to the side.

"Fuck that, we playin' some UNO! The first game we played as a group." JoJo shouted.

"And got y'all asses whooped!" I told them.

"We gon' see who ass is sore at the end of the day!" K-Ci said laughing.

"Hard pause. You talk like that in prison, yo ass would be sore at the end of the day." I said laughing. "Who got some cards?" Tia pulled some from her purse.

"Shit, since yo ass pulling shit from a bag doin' magic tricks. Who got a million dollars for my ass?" De said to her.

"And clear my record so I can get shit done," I told her.

Tia reached back in her bag and pulled out her middle finger. "A two for one." Everybody was cracking the hell up including De.

"I'd take that too. You know I been in jail." I told her laughing.

Jada, Tia, and Sekyiwa stopped laughing. "That's not funny." Sekyiwa gave me a blank stare.

"It really wasn't," Tia added.

"Where's Keisha?" Jada asked me. "Ask her."

K-Ci ass was STILL loud as fuck next to me. "That shit was funny as FUCK!" He said slapping his knee.

"Damn, it was a joke... Lighten the hell up. Y'all women take everything to heart." I told them.

"Well, I don't know how men do it, but I wouldn't even want my husband to speak of another woman in that manner. Wouldn't you be mad if your wife said that to Kadafi?" Jada asked me.

"What she said..." Tia nodded.

"That's different. I'm related to him." Kadafi spoke.

"No, y'all ain't. Y'all ain't blood, y'all just claim it." Sekyiwa responded to Kadafi.

"What about to K-Ci?" Tia asked.

"I'd be offended as hell! Look at me then look at K-Ci. Nigga look like a thriller character and he ain't even got on make-up!" I yelled.

Everybody was laughing except K-Ci. "That shit not funny. Remember, I was told I was the best looking one of Jodeci. And THAT'S the TRUTH!" K-Ci told me.

"OF JODECI, NIGGA. Do I look like a Jodeci nigga? Hell nahh! You know why? Because I look better than all y'all niggas I said laughing.

"Not on this earth!" De said laughing.

"Right! The DeGrate brother fly as fuck." Dalvin told me.

"Fly as fuck?" Kastro asked. "Y'all some flies alright!"

"Let's play these games so y'all can get y'all asses handed to you!" I told them.

There was no arguing beside the little that went down in the kitchen earlier. It was a sour patch kid day. It was started sweet, sour, and ended with a bang. I had a nice time on my first day out. I'm blessed to have so many people who support me and didn't stop.

Author's Note: Y'all expected me to kill Tupac off because of the date shown? Be honest. I didn't do it because it'd definitely be expected of me to do so. But I wanted to change it up and didn't want to kill him off. This boy was a whole hot mess in this chapter. I have more chapters but this just gon' have to do for this Sunday afternoon...

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