When we all drove there to that block from Hell, she sat there in the back seat like she didn’t even care, like we hadn’t even met until twenty minutes prior though we really actually had. And she busted out with the speakers as though she wrote the song herself; licking every lyric like a New York Cherry Cheesecake Ice Cream. And I smile while I think of her rapping there with her hair in a messed braid, thick-rimmed glasses, and a North Face wind breaker. People surprise us sometimes. I think she and I will be buds, lick up faith and sick lyrics like they were there just for us. That all of this and all of us could connect because of Him.