Caller after caller kept coming on, and they were selling me out, talking all kinds of shit. Damn near everybody that was calling, they were related to Reggie in some way, or they knew him. The shit that they were calling in and saying, I could see why my sons were angry about it, and why Yaya called me earlier, spazzing. I was built on steel, so that shit that they were saying wasn’t moving me or hurting me. I had the right to defend my name though, so the second I pulled up at Yaya’s crib, I was going to hop on live for a second, say my piece, and go on about my business.
“Last caller. What’s your name? Where you from?” Brandy asked.
“What’s up? My name Justin. I’m from Miami. Ima make this quick. I just want to hop on here and say something to all the dick riders, haters, and followers that’s trying to keep the hate train going with Law. All ya’ll have something in common, and it’s that ya’ll don’t know Law personally. Ya’ll calling in with nothing but speculations because your favorite rapper is locked up, and ya’ll feel like he shouldn’t be. I know Law personally. A few months ago, I was one of his clients. I’m only sixteen, which means that this was a juvenile case. I’m about to brag on Law, and the first thing that I can brag on is that juvenile cases aren’t even his thing, but that man told me that he saw me, and I reminded him of one of his sons, so it was no way in hell that he was going to let someone else represent me. From the day I met him, that man has been nothing but good to me, yo. If it wasn’t for him, I would have been charged as an adult, sitting in prison for murder. Ace, you on here, trying to say that Law only doing this shit for the money, and not to look out, and that’s bullshit. When he came to see me in jail, our shit wasn’t always business. That man kept me motivated and pushed me to follow in my plans that I had after high school. Court has been over for me for a couple of months. Case been won, and he still hitting my phone, checking on me. This man just called my grandma the other night, making sure that I was doing what I’m supposed to be doing around the house, and in school. I don’t like that sellout narrative that ya’ll trying to create because that’s not what he is. For him to wash his hands with Reggie’s case, Reggie had to do something. The way Law go so hard for black men, especially when he got black sons, he not going to just sit there, and walk away for Reggie to rot. That nigga had to do something,” I felt like a proud father listening to Justin. Shit damn near almost made me shed a tear.
“Oop, he told ya’ll. Thank you, Justin, for calling in,” Brandy responded.
After that, they talked for a little while longer, and then they ended the podcast. I didn’t even bother going through the comments that were left because I’m sure it was going to be filled with the same hating ass shit.
I’d just pulled up to Yaya’s crib. Her cars were here, and I knew that the boys were inside. It was almost seven at night. I pulled my phone out, went to Instagram, and because I’ve never gone live, I had to play around with it a little bit, and find out how to go live, and I eventually got it. The live video started right away, and within seconds, people started joining. In a matter of one minute, I had well over 50k viewers, and that number just continued to go up as the seconds went by.
I propped the phone up on the mount, where I would sometimes put my phone when I was driving, and then I cleared my throat, so that I could start.
“What’s up, world? How ya’ll doing? My name is Sevyn, but a lot of you may know me as Law. To know me, is to know that I don’t do this social media shit, but everybody just finished giving their think pieces on me, putting in their two cents about what theythinkhappened, so it’s only right that I speak up, and I tell my own story, instead of trying to let other people do it for me. Before I start, to any of my former or current clients that may be tuned in, or any of my staff, I apologize for the side of me that you’re getting ready to see because nothing about what I’m getting ready to say is going to be professional,” I gave a disclaimer.
By now, the views were in the hundreds of thousands.
“I have kids to attend to, so I’m going to make this quick. Yes, I was originally the attorney that was hired to defend Reggie. I was willing to put everything that I had going on, on a temporary hold, so that I could give his case the attention that it deserved and bring him home. His mama reached out to me on a Friday. Keep in mind, I rarely come into the office on a Saturday, but Ihad her meet me at my office the next day, bright and early, so that we could get started, and tackle what we needed to tackle. Also, keep in mind that when she reached out to me, I had no room to add Reggie to my schedule, but that same culture that ya’ll saying that I don’t support, I made room for him on my schedule. Reggie is my kids favorite rapper, so there was a piece of me that did it to make my kids happy too. During my time of working with Reggie, him, and I have had conversations. Just like anyone that’s scared of their freedom being on the line, he had worries, doubts, and he was scared. The last time that I went to see him, he didn’t like the findings that I brought to the table. Because he didn’t like it, he got disrespectful and started questioning my ability to do my job. He didn’t think that I was built to handle his case. Me? Law? Not being able to get a killer, and a drug dealer off is insane, when I’ve done it a thousand times before. Ya’ll may look at it as doubt, but a nigga like me looks at it as disrespect. I work too hard to ever be disrespected, so yes, I walked away from the case. Simple, and that’s all that I’m going to explain. I don’t owe the world an explanation, so I won’t give one,” I spat.
“Oh, and Ace, Ima devote the last minute to you, nigga. Unlike you, I’m not going to use my freewill to sit here and talk about another grown man for an hour straight. All I got is a minute for you. I want you to go on my business page right now, and see me with all the black boys, and black men that I’ve helped get off over the years. Nigga, I’ve taken cases that other attorneys wouldn’t because they were too afraid of doing it. All I want out of this life is to see another black man win! Then, you trying to speak on the money, and my retainer. Motha fucka, am I supposed to be putting in all this time, work, energy, and lack of sleep for free? Every lawyer has a retainer, homie. Then, you say that you don’t like me because I’m cocky. Why every time a black man believes in himself, we gotta be looked at ascocky? Nigga, I know my worth. There’s a difference! Then, you speaking on my mortgage? Nigga, what mortgage? The house that Yaya, and my kids lay their heads at, that home was paid in cash. You speaking on car notes. What car notes? All my cars have titles. Yaya’s too because I never gave her a car that needed to be financed. I don’t charge what I charge or hustle the way that I hustle because I’m chasing behind money, or I got bills to pay. I’m hustling for my sons, and other black boys to look at me, and see me, and they’ll have something to look up to, hoe ass nigga!” I cleared his ass.
“Say whatever you want to say about me, but don’t ever fix your lips to say that I’m not for the culture, when I stand in courtrooms every day, fighting for black men in a system where the only thing they want to do is throw the book at them. Nigga, I am the culture. When kids around the world enter law school, I’m the blueprint. The professors put Sevyn Law Crawford and my cases into their syllabus. Students study me, they mock my style in court, wanting to be just like me. Black boys coming up, look at me, and they see that selling drugs isn’t their only way out. I fight in court, make my money legally, so that I can go home to my kids at night. That’s the black culture that my black ass represents, nigga!” and that was all that I had for him, so I ended the live video.
The second the live ended, I shut the car off, and when I stepped out, both my boys ran outside, and they started slapping hands with me.
“Hell yeah! You the man, pops! That’s exactly how you clear a nigga!” Creed was hype, hands on my shoulders, shaking me, happy to see the way that I handled my business. Legend was right there too, hitting me on my chest, doing me how I would do him whenever I was proud of him.
“I’m proud of you, pops. You demanded your respect. Just like how you always tell us,” Legend hyped me up too.
I thanked my boys, and then I followed them in the house. Yaya and I were still doing this mock trial of me living here. The boys were all in our business, wanting to know if we were getting back together, and we told them the truth, letting them know that we were working on it. They even knew she was pregnant. Creed was with her the day that she was throwing up, so he was on her ass, wanting to know. We told them, and they were excited about being big brothers again.
I loved being home. The simple shit I missed. I missed those late nights/ early mornings when I could slide into the middle of my pussy. I missed having a home cooked meal for breakfast, and dinner. I missed my lunch being packed. I missed being able to just walk down the hallway, and chill with my boys. I loved the shit that we were doing, and I prayed that it stayed this way.
I walked in the house, going in the kitchen, where I could smell dinner being prepared. Yaya was standing in front of the sink, washing the dishes, and I could see that the light for the oven was on, meaning something was inside, and there were pots on three of the stove eyes. she looked up from the dishes, gave me a small smile, and got back to working. I could tell she was tired. I saw it in her eyes.
I sat my briefcase, and phone down, and I walked behind her, pulling her shirt up that she was wearing, rubbing her flat stomach, and I leaned my head into the crook of her neck, placing kisses. The boys were not too far away, in the dining room, finishing up homework.
“What you cooked, baby?” I asked.
“Baked chicken, macaroni, cabbage, and yellow rice. The cornbread is still cooking. By the time you shower, it’ll be ready,” she responded, turning her head around, so that she could peck me on the lips.
I slid her my tongue though, so that she could catch it, and she softly sucked on it, tongue kissed me for about ten seconds,and then she pulled away, so that she could finish washing the dishes.
“You watched the live video?” I asked her.
“The boys were in here with me when you were doing it. I’m stressed out, Sevyn,” was her response, and I laughed.
“I ain’t going to speak on it no more after this. I just wanted to clear my name,” I said, and she just nodded her head.
“You called the designer today for your dress? I want you to be the finest shit in the room for the ball,” I said.
I had an email for a while about the annual attorney ball that was coming up in a few weeks. I just didn’t know if I was going to attend it this year. Now that me and Yaya were in a good space, I didn’t mind us going, stepping out together. When she’s gone with me before in the past, she would always get her gowns custom made, so I wanted her to do the same thing this year.
“Oh no. I’ll call him tomorrow. I was busy today, baby,” she said. I nodded, kissed her cheek, and told her that I would be back down after my shower.
I don’t know if I was thinking too much into it, but she was acting like she didn’t want to attend the ball with me this year. Even when I told her about it the other day, she started questioning me who was going to be there, which was something that she’d never done before. Also, any other time, she would have hit the designer up about her dress, just to make sure that it was going to be done in time.
At first, I was thinking that she was hesitant to step out with me because she knew it was a big event that was going to have cameras, and shit in our face, so I thought that maybe she was worried about the shit people were going to talk about us being back together, but that couldn’t be the case because they’ve been talking about us for months. Lately, she’s also been questioning me about Edward’s Sterling’s ass, feeling like he might be up to something. Her ass was paranoid like a motha fucka.
