This story is damn near almost over, just a heads up. In all honesty, I've never worked on a book this long.

It's been two months since it debuted and I'm still working on it. I usually finish a book between three to four weeks but I've been hella busy with school, work, and paying these damn bills.

The Wizard of OZ is on deck. I'm already outlining the prologue; add it to your library if you love The Wizard of OZ.

Also I didn't want to tell you guys but, the reason why "Take Care" is a secret is because I plan to make it my last Eazy fanfic. That's why it's called "Take Care."

But don't kill me just yet! Lol

Yes it's going to be my last Eazy fanfic but I have two other ideas and I want you to tell me which book you want me to work on before "Take Care."

•"A Night With My Male Stripper" --> Eazy-E

•"Schizophrenia" ---> Eazy-E

Which one? Or should I write both? But just know that "Take Care" is my last book because honestly, I don't see myself on wattpad in 2017. I spent my entire 2016 writing but I'll be 23 in March and I just feel that I'm too old for this site.

That's all folks! Oh and The Wiz is not out yet and it already has over 100 reads and over 100 comments lol I love y'all 💕

|Recap|

I felt a lump in my throat and I kept my head down while a few officers escorted me out.

I look back and I see Tomica crying and trying her best to console my mom.

"I love you," I mouthed on my way out.

United States Courthouse

Jerry was able to get me a lawyer, I mean it's the least he can do after running Dre and Cube away. I know I don't have a chance in Hell, but at least I have a battle.

I have a great support team. My mom, Tomica, Jerry, and Yella... they're all here in court with me. I'm fucked but it would've been a lot worse if they found out about my other "activities."

I spent a week in jail, and now I found myself sitting in the United States Courthouse along with my lawyer, who's currently working his ass off for me.

I just sat there with my head down, while listening to the judge. There's nothing to say besides the fact I fucked up. And I just hope and pray that my lawyer works a miracle.

"I find your crime serious considering the fact that you committed first degree murder, at a time when California is already going through a tragedy, which is the Rodney King beating. An act of gravity of which you Mr. Wright, should clearly understand...."

The guy is good but not good enough.
According to what the judge is saying, even
he can't get me out of this one.

Well, they finally have a verdict and the judge stood up. I'm shitting bricks.

"Eric Lynn Wright. For your crime against the people of this city, and of this great country... this court hereby sentences you capital punishment."

"No don't kill my baby!" my mom yelled "please don't kill him! This is a mistake, Eric is my child! Please don't kill him!"

I felt a lump in my throat and I kept my head down while a few officers escorted me out.

I look back and I see Tomica crying and trying her best to console my mom.

"I love you," I mouthed on my way out.

                                          -

"You're watching KTLA News. Today's top story in celebrity news is N.W.A. founder and leader, Eazy-E, has been sentenced to death row for first degree murder. Eazy's mugshot has just been released and is now viral."

"Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright is now on death row after being found guilty of a murder that was committed two months ago. Witnesses say..."

"In connection with the brutal murder, the body of the victim was cremated after being burned alive in the middle of the woods and was shot ten times. The body was found lying face-down. We'll have more details and information on this horrific story."

"A young man who hasn't been indentified, was brutally murdered in the woods two months ago by N.W.A. founder and rapper Eazy-E. We're live in front of the United States Courthouse where Wright was sentenced to death row earlier today and is currently being transferred to San Quentin State Prison."

"Eric Wright was held in custody last week and has been convicted of a brutal murder that took place two months. Wright is now engaged to Tomica Woods, who was unaware of the rapper's violent behavior and past."

San Quentin State Prison

"This is Ginger Chan from KTLA News. I'm standing outside of San Quentin State Prison here in California where late last night, twenty-eight year old Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright was transferred after being found guilty of first degree murder and is now on death row. Wright's crime is now known as one of the most brutal crimes in the state of California."

Two months after proposing, getting my life in order, and working on my own music ever since the N.W.A. breakup, I found myself on a bus being transferred to a prison that's located north of San Francisco.

Prison, also known as the federal penitentiary is the home of murderers, child molesters, thieves, you name it.. they're all here.

I keep having flashbacks of Ren's exact words back in 1990.

"I know someone who's on death row because of a crime he committed."

"Alright gentlemen get in line. And for all of you retards, that means get in a single file line. A single file line means one after the other and no monkey business or else," said the guard.

"We know what it means," another prisoner added.

"Did I ask you to talk?" he spat while grabbing his bat. He took a few steps closer and grabbed the guy by his throats and slammed him on the ground.

The other prisoners and guards began cheering which led him to beat him almost to death. The more they cheered, the more he continued to beat.

I just stood there motionless, only feeling sorry for the guy. You would think that the other guards would tell him to back off but it's no surprise that they continued to cheer him on.

"God damn nigger," he spat after hitting him in the spine. He kicked him and forced him to stand back up and wait in line with the rest of us.

He approached me with a smirk on his face. I didn't bulge or flinch.

"Listen pretty boy," he chuckled "you think you're too good to be scared of me? Huh?"

I've been arrested before. I've been in jail before so this is not new to me.

But prison or shall I say death row, is another story. Was Scooter worth it? Was killing Scooter worth it?

It felt good. Killing him put a smile on my face because I felt that he deserved it but look where it's gotten me.

Someone who's obviously anonymous ratted me out and even though he's dead and gone, my problems are just starting. So this is going to be my home. This is going to be my home for the rest of my life.

Death row, I'm on death row.

I licked my lips and he attempted to beat the shit out of me with the same bat until another guard demanded us to follow him inside.

He chuckled. "You got lucky. Yeah you got lucky pretty boy. But don't think you're too good to get your ass beat because I don't give a damn who you are."

He continued. "You see this? See what this sign says? It says San Quentin State Prison which is the home of prisoners who are on death row. And I don't give a damn who you are. You're no longer Eazy-E in case you didn't realize. You're a maggot just like the rest of these dumbasses and here's a tip... don't drop the soap."

I kept a straight face while he began to laugh. He doesn't intimidate me, nor does the rest of the guards.

We've been screaming "fuck the police" for years and years. And it finally took a man to get the shit beat out of him for everybody to get the concept and message.

The head guard led us inside and we stayed in a single file line; because we were told to.

Looks like there' s a gym here. Well, a fucked up broke down looking gym if you ask me.

The windows are full of dust as well as the equipment. One of the dumb bells is missing an end and a lot of paint, and roaches are crawling everywhere.

We continued to walk until he demanded us to stop.

"Okay guys stop right there. Turn to your right."

We did what we were told, except one guy who doesn't know the difference between right and left.

The guard hit him with his bat. "Your other right!" he spat.

"Listen up you stupid, ignorant, can't shoot a gun without getting caught assholes. My name is Captain Stone and this is my prison. Most of you have been arrested and locked up before so this shouldn't bother you. But as you may know, you're here on the inside because you can't act like you got some sense on the outside."

He added. "Your stupid asses belong to me now because this is my prison and you ain't shit to me but a number. And you better do as I say and when I say it or you'll be sorry that you didn't! If you fuck up in any way, I'll make sure one of the prisoners who's been here longer than you will enjoy watching you drop the soap, because they love fresh meat I promise. Moral of the story is don't fuck up. This is a death row prison. You were sent here to die and we will damn sure kill you."

"Okay you egg head bastards! We're going to cut you loose just so you can get cleaned up and changed. Now get your egg head asses in line and follow me!" the head guard yelled.

-
About twenty minutes later, they led us to a private room and gave us two uniforms with our number on the front.

We immediately changed and they offered to shave our hair off but I'm not going to let it happen. So, I asked the guard to braid my hair instead.

"Welcome to the beauty salon ladies. After we're done with you, you're going to look so fucking beautiful," he chuckled.

The simple corn rows to the back. Different from my usual Jheri curls. I simply asked for about six of 'em.

There were about thirty available cells. Roaches scattered everywhere as three guards escorted me to cell twenty-one; which will be my home for the rest of my life.

"Aye shit for brains. Don't let a few cock roaches scare you. Do as you're told and get ya ass inside. This is your new home and if you're lucky, we won't force you to eat 'em for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"Listen pretty boy. If you're not going to walk any faster, we're going to throw your short ass in the hole," another guard muttered.

Before I was assigned a cell and uniform, I was informed about my execution.

Date of execution will be March 26, 1995. They wanted to electrocute me by the electric chair but decided to change it to lethal injection.

Time of execution will begin at approximately 6:20p.m.

Death by lethal drugs? I'm not going to let them put me to sleep.

I slowly walked inside of my cell and noticed that I don't have a roommate because there's only one bed. It was about the size of a bathroom and there's only enough room for push ups, sit ups, and squats.

"Lights out ladies! Lights out!" he chuckled after closing my cell door.

Lights out? It's only seven 'o clock.

I definitely can't get used to this. I sat on the edge of my bed with my head down. Here I am with my hair braided and wearing a prison uniform because of a stupid ass crime I committed.

I'm going to die in three years. I should just go find a spot in the cemetery and start digging.

Scooter is dead and now I'm next. I would rather dodge bullets in the army than deal with this.