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what’s good. You first.”
    Right there on BET, Black ended up ripping Killah. I was fiending to hear that battle again.
    â€œBlack killed Killah on what track?” I asked Sean.
    â€œSeven.”
    I skipped tracks until I got there.
    Killah went first:
    Hos be flocking me, tricks be jocking me.
    I go down the street and chickenheads stay stopping me.
    What about you, Black? You can’t bag dimes to save your life.
    With a ugly face like yours only a blind ditz would be your wife.
    The audience went “Oooh” and clapped for Killah.
    â€œRewind that track,” Black said to the deejay. The beat began again.
    Killah, you stay dissing women. Calling them hos, ditzes, and tricks.
    Then you wonder why your last album sold no units. Why? Because the females you dis didn’t go out and buy your garbage.
    Why you need to brag about the women you bag? And you really shouldn’t be coming on BET to challenge me.
    You ain’t a real MC. You’ll see. You’ll get beat. Plus, I got females in my crew older, taller, and harder than you.
    I should invite one out here to punch two black eyes on you.
    The audience went crazy. Everyone cheered loud. Through their sounds, I heard the host say to Black, “You got it. You got it. The audience says you The Man.” That’s how that song ended. It faded out to her voice and claps for Black. I skipped to Track 9. Black rapped:
    I didn’t have a pops. Just a moms to admire.
She loved me nonstop even when I made her
stressed and tired.
    I skipped to Track 12. Black went:
    Gina from my way liked guys who gave her strife. If Gina was my girl, I would’ve shown her the good life.
    For some reason I thought about Sean. Maybe because I never heard him dis girls. Or probably from how he treated Vanessa. Never put her down. I asked him, “Why you think Black never disses women the way other rappers do?”
    Without taking his eyes off Kyle’s magazine, Sean said, “Probably because he knows a cool female he trusts.”
    â€œYou trust girls?” I asked.
    â€œI trust Vanessa.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œNo doubt.” Sean strained hard at something on a page. “Vanessa’s good people.”
    I knew Sean had something with Vanessa but he wouldn’t admit it. But I didn’t know he felt close enough to her to trust her with stuff. I thought he trusted only me. What Sean had just said about Vanessa made me think. What little side conversations did they have that I didn’t know about? Did things I told Sean get back to Vanessa? I asked Sean, “What kind of stuff you trust Vanessa with?”
    Sean flipped Kyle’s magazine shut. I could tell he realized he’d slipped and now was wondering how much to tell me. Sean scratched the back of his head and said, “Nothing big. Remember last year? When my moms was sick for all them days?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œOn the first day she felt bad,” Sean said, “she sent me to the store to buy medicine and I bumped into Vanessa. I told her my moms didn’t feel good. She went with me to the supermarket and then came back to my apartment. She sat that day with my moms, the next day, and every day after that. Vanessa checked on my mother until she got better. From then on, my moms loved Vanessa. And I learned Vanessa is all right. Now and then, I trust her with little things. With nothing major, though.”
    The way he said “nothing major” made me wonder if Sean had any big secrets I didn’t know about. I thought he told me everything, but what he’d just said made me feel like he was keeping stuff from me.
    â€œYou should ask her out,” I said.
    Sean’s face turned so serious it wasn’t funny. “Black probably respects females because he knows someone cool like Vanessa,” he said, then went back to reading the magazine.
    I watched Sean for a second. His face was still a little red and he