Lawless / Bri’s Dad Quotes in On the Come Up
Mrs. Murray's expression softens. "Following your dad's footsteps, huh?"
It's weird. Whenever other people mention him, it's like they're confirming that he's not some imaginary person I only remember bits and pieces of. And when they call him my dad and not Lawless, the underground rap legend, it's like they're reminding me that I'm his and he's mine.
"Carrying the torch for Law, huh?"
Not really. More like making my own torch and carrying it. I say, "Yeah," though, because that's what I'm supposed to say. It's part of being royalty.
There I am, on the front page of Blackout. They posted a picture from when I was in the Ring. The headline? "Teen Daughter of Murdered Underground Rap Legend Lawless Just Killed Us Her Damn Self with This New Heat!"
Side note: Do I have a name or nah? It's short enough that it could've fit, too.
"But I believe she's smarter than that," he says. "Don't you?"
"I know she is."
"Can you act like it then?" I ask, and my voice is super soft. "It's not like anybody else does."
This look of surprise quickly appears in my mom's eyes. Slowly, it's replaced by sadness and, soon, realization.
Lawless / Bri’s Dad Quotes in On the Come Up
Mrs. Murray's expression softens. "Following your dad's footsteps, huh?"
It's weird. Whenever other people mention him, it's like they're confirming that he's not some imaginary person I only remember bits and pieces of. And when they call him my dad and not Lawless, the underground rap legend, it's like they're reminding me that I'm his and he's mine.
"Carrying the torch for Law, huh?"
Not really. More like making my own torch and carrying it. I say, "Yeah," though, because that's what I'm supposed to say. It's part of being royalty.
There I am, on the front page of Blackout. They posted a picture from when I was in the Ring. The headline? "Teen Daughter of Murdered Underground Rap Legend Lawless Just Killed Us Her Damn Self with This New Heat!"
Side note: Do I have a name or nah? It's short enough that it could've fit, too.
"But I believe she's smarter than that," he says. "Don't you?"
"I know she is."
"Can you act like it then?" I ask, and my voice is super soft. "It's not like anybody else does."
This look of surprise quickly appears in my mom's eyes. Slowly, it's replaced by sadness and, soon, realization.
