Trapped Behind Bars [ Open / 2 ] Jul 24, 2018 1:42:00 GMT
Post by Kenji Ueda on Jul 24, 2018 1:42:00 GMT
Every man's got his hustle and grind, especially when it comes to busy cities. No place busier than the heart of Tokyo, Shibuya. That's why you gotta stay vigilant when you're out on the streets, doing your thing. Can't just let people pass you by and say it's all good when they refuse your product. At the end of the day, you need to be making income, getting those dollar bills, them euros, that yen. Money may be the root of all evil, but didn't they say original sin lies with all men?
These were the thoughts that fueled his recent trek out towards the darker side of town where the hooligans and hoodlums roam. It's either make or break here, test your gangster among the rest of them and prove your worth. That's why this absolute degenerate was here, trying to make a quick buck selling his latest single. A literal no-name acting like the next big thing, bumping into anybody passing him by. "Yo, check it out, man." All he needed to say to try to hook someone in, by the first sentence you knew whether they'd cop or not. It was always the uncertain ones that you can make good with, never knowing what they wanted.
May not be an honest days work, but its work regardless and there was never a reason to pass up getting paid. Even if it meant getting into a fight with some overzealous gang banger who wants to show the crew they're tough. Wasn't hard putting them in their place with a couple of quick words, wasn't in the mood to be wasting his time on some big mouth. Not like he didn't have one of his own, otherwise he wouldn't be here trying to promote himself. Getting your name out there never was the easiest task.
Sometimes, you gotta be your own hype man and he wasn't doing the worst job. A couple of people actually did decide to listen to him, managing to make off with a little bit of their hard earned money. Some just simply respected the hustle and gave him a couple of their coins, not exactly what he wanted. It's not begging; It's art. Get it right. Wasn't about to say no though.
Maybe his pitch needed to get a little more aggressive, although that could catch some of the wrong attention from the people around here. Nah, fuck that, he's about to go for it. Making a scene was what he's good at, it could only come to his benefit. "Y'all know what!? I can bet you that none of y'all will hear bars like this anywhere else! Honestly, I could spit it straight right now & there is no one in the game whose got it like me! Gather 'round if you wanna hear literally the best freestyles of the year!" At this point the young man was literally shouting at the top of his lungs. That should get him somewhere, whether it's dirty looks or the crowd he wanted. Bad publicity is still good publicity, as long as people know who you are.
If you even just listened for a second, you'd be able to recognize him; Who else is rocking red locks like these and a jawline that could shred cheddar? Either way, he'd already set up the bait and there was no way not one person would bite. If anyone was feeling his energy, they'd have to be drawn to it, who could even resist? While it wasn't economical for him to show his skills for free, it was another way to drum up sales on that single he still had copies of. Besides, none of these idiots knew what real bars were, so they could get learned on that real quick from hearing him.