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If you ain't read the prologue for "The Wizard of OZ" then wyddddd?

It's the best prologue I've written and it's Disney related. Stop playing and go check out the prologue because it's going to be awhile before I put up chapter 1, just tah let u know.

We all love the Wizard of OZ soooo wyd? You sleeping on me? Lol add it to your library.

Also before you begin to read this chapter, I want you guys to tell me what your favorite part of the story is so far. I think mine would have to be when E took Tomica to Vegas just to give her a promise ring. Can't lie, I did that lol.

                                   |Recap|

"Wake your short ass up Wright. You know the drill. After you eat, we want you to clean these urinals again. You make such a great maid. Oh and you might want to read this. It's a letter and it looks important."

I opened up the envelope and my face instantly lit up.

Dear Eazy-E

           Or should I call you Eric Wright? You don't know me but I'm one of your biggest fans. It sucks that you're there instead of here in L.A working on music. I tried to call you but the guards wouldn't allow it. Just wanted to let you know that we're fighting for you. We want you to come home and as long as we keep the faith, you will. Anyway when you get this letter please write back.

Sincerely yours,

Your biggest fan

This is all I needed. The only thing that could put a smile on my face is knowing that I still have thousands and thousands of young fans that are still down with me. The ones who will stick with me through thick and thin, no matter what crimes I've committed.

It's been a week since I've been incarcerated and this is the first letter I've received from anyone. And it happens to be a fan, thank you.

I remember Lucky telling me back in the day that it takes real shit like this for you to realize who's really your friends and family.

Now I'm in the biggest fight of my life; death row.

In three years on March 26, 1995, the state is going to execute me and there's nothing I can do about it. I do know that everything happens for a reason and to never question God. Yeah, I'm not the church going type but it's time to turn my life around.

I've already let my fans down but after reading this letter, I know that they're still going hard for me. I couldn't be any more grateful right now.

I smiled and gently folded the letter up before sliding it back inside of the envelope. Seconds later, one of the guards opened up my cell and walked in with...... breakfast.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Not really," I muttered.

He chuckled. "Well that's just too God damn bad. Hurry up and eat this shit and then we want you to get on your knees and do your job. It's time to get them knees dirty again."

"What?" I questioned.

"Haha! Oh don't worry not that way. What I meant was, we want you to get on your knees and clean these urinals. Hahaha we don't expect you to give head to the rest of the inmates here even though they want you so bad haha!" he chuckled.

I took a seat on my bed and he rolled the uh.. breakfast over.

"Bon appetite."

Finally, they gave me a spoon and a few napkins.

Looks like grits is on the menu again. I grabbed the spoon and stuffed a small portion in my mouth, once again chewing because this shit is undercooked once again.

Seems like half of the bowl is cooked whereas the other half is nowhere near done. Can my life in prison get any worse? I'm eating half cooked grits everyday and cleaning urinals while trying not to get butt fucked by one of these fags.

I attempted to take another bite but it was way too cold to eat. I dropped my tray and sighed. This is fucking ridiculous. Right now more than anything, I want them to just go ahead and execute me.

Hell I'll execute myself. I have nothing to live for anymore.

"Is there a problem?" the guard questioned behind my cell door.

"Yeah, this. These grits are half cooked. Could you guys at least warm them up or something? I'm so tired of eating undercooked grits."

"Aye boss!" he yelled "he says the grits are undercooked. They cold. He doesn't want to eat them anymore because they cold and that he's tired of eating undercooked grits."

The head guard said "what? They too cold? He tired? Tell that lazy munchkin from munchkin land that Dorothy ain't here to save him from the wicked witch of the east."

"Aye lazy munchkin from munchkin land. Dorothy ain't here to save you from the witch."

[A/N: yall should go check out my book The Wiz 🐸🍵]

"And tell that leprechaun that the only thing he's going to eat is what we feed him. So if we want him to eat our ass, that's what he'll do."

"The only thing you're going to eat is what we feed you. So that means you might even have to eat our asses one day. You got that boy?"

[A/N: 😂😂😂😭😭]

I sighed and he took a few steps closer. When will this nightmare end. This is a fucking nightmare.

If only we can go back in time.

"Boy don't be a fucking smartass. Me and the rest of the guards here will put a bullet in yo head," he spat.

"And in case you don't know, we don't give a damn about you being a celebrity. See while you're here, you're a number just like the rest of the fags. And as you can see, we do things our way here," said the head guard.

"Yeah. I noticed," I mumbled.

His face dropped which caused him to instantly punch me in the stomach with his fist. I began to cough while shielding it with my left hand.

"Shut your fucking mouth boy before I close it for good. Now you're going to do what the hell we say and when we say it if not, you won't need to ride out the rest of your death sentence. Fuck around and get killed, try me."

"Okay Wright let's go since you don't want to eat. Follow me so that you can begin cleaning these urinals. After that, Mr. Thomas O'Neil would like to speak to you since he didn't get the chance to last week."

I followed him to the bathroom and once we approached the urinals, he handed me a bucket of fresh, warm water with a rag.

"What are you slow? You caught amnesia again? Get on your knees and do your job. Shit, we ain't got all day," he demanded.

To avoid getting my ass beat again, I did what I was told and began to scrub each urinal one by one. Once again, I found myself wiping off piss and shit. Seems like the guards love to put all of the work on "fresh meat."

I wet the rag again before scrubbing another one.

"And remember, the only thing I want to see is my sexy ass reflection."

I chuckled to myself and continued to clean. If only he knew what he really look like.

After wiping shit and piss away, it was time for me to meet this Thomas O' Neil guy.

We met in a private office that I didn't know existed.

"So how are you?" he asked "can you speak to the audio recorder just to make sure that it's on?"

"Are you recording me or something?" I asked.

"Well the red light is on so I got my answer. Alright Eric, I'm Thomas O' Neil and I've worked with plenty of death row prisoners throughout the state of California. I've witnessed at least twenty executions-"

I interrupted. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" I raised a brow.

"No of course not. Anything at all. You can ask me anything you want Eric. That's why I'm here. Go ahead."

"Why do you talk so much?"

"Ha. Okay now what do you remember about the night?" he questioned.

"What night? The night we were arrested in Detroit or..."

He chuckled. "No. The night where it happened. What do you remember?"

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

"The night where a homicide took place. A very brutal homicide. There was fire and multiple gunshots."

"Are you referring to the LA riots? There was fire involved," I mumbled.

He laughed. "So you don't remember setting a young man on fire and shooting him in the back multiple times in the middle of the woods? That's overkill you know that right?"

"I'm not here to talk about that."

"But I am Eric. This guy was brutally murdered which is why you're here on death row."

"Right."

"Can you explain why?"

"He was just a nigga who crossed the line. That's all I'm going to say."

"Eric do you mind if I ask you something?"

I sighed. "Another question? Go ahead."

"Why do you guys use that word? The 'N' word? Do you know that every time you use it, you're insulting your ancestors?"

I laughed. "Well we didn't give ourselves this name now."

"Okay but you guys are calling yourselves.. niggers more than-"

"Right but we didn't give ourselves that name. People been calling us niggas for years and so we carry that word. Right now the word is like saying 'homeboy."

"Okay now back to that night. What was going on in your head? Did you have any idea that you would get the death penalty?"

"I need to get out of here," I mumbled.

He sighed. "Yeah Eric I'm sorry to tell you but that's not gonna happen."

-
Three hours later

After that Thomas guy wasted my time, one of the guards approached me with yet another letter.

Dear Eazy-E

Just wanted to let you know that we are fighting for you! We believe in second chances and you deserve one! We've even started a petition for you to come home to us. Free Eazy! Free Eazy! We want Eazy! Just stay strong and hang in there. You'll be home sooner than you think.

Love,

Anonymous

"Let's go Wright. You have a visitor," said one of the guards.

I was escorted to the visiting area and took a seat. I had a bad morning but once I saw her,
I instantly flashed a smile.

"Hi Eric," she said softly. She tried to smile back but couldn't. I know this is hard for her and I know this is taking a toll on our relationship but I need her to stay strong for me. She's my motivation.

"Hey how you doing?" I asked.

"I-I'm doing. Real good. Thanks."

"So how's life? What you been up to?"

"Eric you're in prison! Look at yourself! You're on death row. How did you let this happen? You have your whole life ahead of you. You've let your fans down. Why?"

"Aye I've already received enough criticism, I don't need anymore. Especially from you. But you look good," I smiled.

"Thanks. I did it for you," she smiled back. "So I came here to tell you that I have a surprise for you."

"I'm listening."

She took a deep breathe. "I'm pregnant Eric! Three weeks as of yesterday. We're gonna have our first child together."

The guard nudged me with his bat, so I decided to make this snappy.

"Look we don't have a lot of time left. But I want you to promise me two things... don't abort our baby and stay strong. Oh and before you leave, I want you to sing our song."

"Right now? Right here? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," I said with a straight face.

"Okay," she wiped her tears and cleared her throat "it's morning and we slept the night away. It happened, now we can't turn back
the hands of time. Yes we've stolen this moment. We forgot to face, one simple fact.
We both belong to someone else, as we slept the night away."

I smiled as I tried to hold back tears. She knows how much I love this song.

I winked and hand motioned for her to continue. Tears began to fall down her cheeks and her voice started to tremble, but she continued anyway.

"It's morning, sunlight shines across your sleeping face. A new day, brings reality that we must go our separate way. What a lovely night we had, as we shared each other's love. We forgot about all the pain we'd cause as we slept the night away; as we lay."

And that was all she needed to say to trigger the rest of her tears. "As we lay."

I decided to not tell her the date of my execution and the fact that they're going to put me to death by lethal injection.

"Eric baby you've gotta come home. The only people that knows about my pregnancy is me and you. You need to fight back. Fight for me, for our baby," she cried.

"Time's up Wright."

"Alright well I guess I gotta go. Remember what you promised, we're gonna get through this I promise. I love you and I apologize for whatever negative things I brought on into your life."

"Okay. It was nice seeing you Eric. You take care of yourself, bye."

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The Tomica scene is also part of the prologue if you remember.

Also I need an actor to portray the head guard and Thomas. They have to be white men so if you have any ideas drop a comment.

And someone told me that this book should've won the best Eazy-E fanfic and best NWA fanfic awards instead of "Exposed."

What do you guys think? Is this book better than "Exposed"?