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SHOTS RANG OUT BLOOD ON ALL CORNERS
FOUR MEN IN ALL BLACK HOP OUT POINTING CHOPPERS AND SMOKING.
DUCK YELLS MY BROTHER OH SHIT I’M HIT, AND THEN I CRAWL TO THE OTHER SIDE DOING A MILITARY DRILL. AS I LOOK TO THE HEAVENS I ASK GOD IS IT REALLY MY TIME TO GO MY BROTHER LOOKS AT ME AND DISAPPEARS IN THE SMOKE. NO SOUND OF THE IGNORANT MOTHER FUCKERS THAT DECIDED TO DO THE DRIVE BY SHOOTING SO I PICKED UP MY SHIT AND GOT TO MOVING. LOOKING BACK DOWN THE STREET AND NOW I’M WALKING ALL ALONE MY DEAR BROTHER IS NOW BEING REPLACED BY A TOMBSTONE. RED FLAG HANGING OUT PANTS SHIRT COVERED IN BLOOD, REPRERSENTING MY HOOD TO THE FULLEST YEP I’M A BLOOD. THIS IS THE DIARY OF A MAD MAN AND I’M HURTING IN THE INSIDE, FUCK THE POLICE THEY CAN GO TO HELL AND DIE. ALWAYS POINTING THE FINGER AT A BLACK MAN LIKE WE ALL DO SHIT WRONG, I’M SORRY GOD DIDN’T BLESS ME WITH A MILLION DOLLAR HOME. AS I LOOK DOWN THE ROAD I SEE RED AND BLUE FLASHING LIGHTS IN A DISTANCE SO I DIP OFF INTO AN ALLEY AND HIDE OUT. I SEE THEM DRIVE BY AND I NOTICE A BLACK BENZ READY TO BE TAKEN. IT WAS AN EASY JOB BECAUSE THE PERSON JUST GOT BACK FROM THE STORE AND WAS CARRYING BAGS INTO THEIR HOME. IN MY HEAD I WAS THINKING THEY WOULDN’T MIND THEY PROBABLY HAVE ONE OR TWO MORE SOME WHERE IN STORAGE SOME WHERE.
THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MY MIND WAS HOT WIRING IT AND CUTTING OFF THE ALARM SYSTEM. YOU NEVER KNOW SOMETHING LIKE THAT WILL ALWAYS CATCH UP WITH YOU IN THE END. I GLANCED AROUND THE STREET CORNER IN THE PITCH DARK AND PLACED MY HOOD OVER MY FACE, AND GOT INTO THE CAR AND DROVE AWAY INTO THE NIGHT. AS I GOT A GOOD DISTANCE I NOTICED SOME STRANGE HEADLIGHTS BEHIND ME SO I STARTED PLAYING TAG. I KNEW WHO EVER IT WAS THAT WANTED ME DEAD WASN’T GOING TO STOP RIGHT THERE.
I DROVE INTO AN ALLEY CUT OFF THE CAR AND DUCKED I SAT THERE FOR AN HOUR OR TWO, AND AS SOON AS I TILTED MY HEAD UP SHOTS CAME FROM THE BACK OF THE CAR. I STARTED PRAYING AND ASKING GOD WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING TO ME WHAT DID I EVER DO WRONG. I WASN’T GOING TO LET ANYONE TAKE ME OUT WITHOUT A FIGHT SO I PUT THE CAR IN REVERSE AND PLUNGED MY WAY OUT THE ALLEY. NOW IT’S A HIGH SPEED CHASE MINUS THE COPS, I TRY TO PACE MYSELF AND TRY TO PULL OFF ONE OF THOSE JAMES BOND CAR MOVES, BUT THAT SHIT ONLY WORKS IN THE MOVIES. I STOP AT A NEAR BY MOVIE THEATER BECAUSE I KNOW THAT IF THEY REALLY WANT ME HOW THEY WILL BE ABLE TO FIND ME WITH A CROWD FULL OF PEOPLE. I SNEAK INTO THE MOVIE UNDETECTED LIKE AN ASSASIN ON AN AIRPLANE. I WAIT PATIENTLY FOR THEM TO COME AROUND THE CORNER, THEN AFTER THAT I DUCK OFF INTO THE NIGHT LIKE BATMAN. I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING ALL OF THIS DUCKING AND DOGGING AND NO BULLETWOUNDS, DUH I’M FROM THE HOOD.
Publication Date: 11-05-2009
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