What you are about to read is based on a true event that happened on June 6, 2007 in Detroit. Read at your own discretion. Woke up at 7, my day seemed more than I prayed for Got dressed to head out and ride to school on my skateboard New kid in class I sat alone takin' notes while the hoodlums were makin' jokes at the clothes that my momma paid for Seemed like everyone was a part of some gang invasion Tattoos, the initiation, parolers I’m on probation Soakin up the vibe as I study for information Cause lately I been deprived of a normal day But today, on my way to eat lunch, some kid approached He told me “we should be cool” if only he got to know me Cause on this side of town I would need some protection It’s crazy, reckless and dangerous Unless I’m some sort of gangster, I’m only safe with the police He said his name was I dapped him up at the busses I was kinda skept' about him at first cause I didn’t trust him The more I got to know him, I couldn’t tell what his motives were Hopin' that he was sincere, somethin told me “let go” But the only thing on my mind was patience Searchin' twice for a different life, I was tired of waitin' Cause me and [blank] had similar views and conversations and feuds with knowledge Mainly 'bout school and college, that was my true, but regardless He was type cool when I was wit him Introduce him to my family, they were rockin' wit' him My momma told him, “Make sure you look out for my son” And before she could finish her sentence, he quickly just interjected and said, “Don’t you even stress it, I got it under control.” It’s been two months since we met, it seemed like we’d gotten close Some cat approached me and tried to beef wit' me, I just froze Then I see [Blank] pounded and stompin homie without his cloak Called me his brother and told me he got me to the fullest Even if that mean bullets, bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas ‘till they kill us That’s the realest **** I ever witnessed A few weeks later, my uncle sold me a Honda Civic A ’93 with no license plates or registration Just thinkin' about every place that I’ma go when I finally get it And then he asked me for a ride around the block some distance from where I was parkin And instantly I knew the spot was sketchy, my momma would kill me My intuition told me not to, I knew it was wild And plus I knew I had no business or place on that side of town And I read about some chick that went lurkin' without a sound and got murked Her body found in that dirt, with a thousand rounds It was worse than abandoned buildins of bandits, villians, and scammers Killers provokin' gangsters, but maybe I’m overthinkin' Maybe I might be straight just as long as I pump the brakes And try not to think about it just trust I’ll be fuckin' safe And then I told him, “Let’s go, hop in.” He dapped me up, he started tellin' jokes the whole ride there Had me crackin' up As we were gettin closer, I felt funny, my stomach turned Then he told me, “Go left, make another turn, go right, and drive slow” As I look, it was all abandoned and quiet, not a single person in sight, nobody standin And right when I pulled the car to the side He said, “Right here, sit still. Turn the car off and chill.” That’s when I start to panic he told me, “Relax.” Then he pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out and laughed Then my life flashed in an instant He inched to my driver door then I tried to lock it, I couldn’t Ripped me right outta my seat and then grabbed the side of his jeans and then Pulled out the shotty and all I heard was a screech and he shot my arm into pieces I’m thinkin' I must be dreamin’, another shot to my chest And my stomach’s squeezin', my breath or my lungs collapsin I’m down on my fuckin knees askin' him, “Why?” He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes And he smashed my face with the barrel And I throw my teeth to the sky and then uh I heard a *cocks shotgun* sound of the shotty **** back He pressed it hard against my head and blew my fuckin top back I’m still conscience, I’m breathin' I’m still movin', no clue as to why I’m not dead All this blood that I’m losin' and I heard my car drive off And I looked up and saw the sun and that was all that I saw Then I heard my conscience tell me, “Get up nigga get up! You’re losin' blood, oh my! Don’t fall asleep or you’ll die! Stay awake and move as much as possible, there’s no time! Find some help or try to yell, you ain’t too well, oh God! Wake up, nigga! Wake up! Wake up, nigga! Wake up…” Woke up at 7, my day was worse than I prayed for Got dressed, then head out, down the stairs from the eighth floor New kid in class, he sat alone, takin' notes while my niggas were makin' jokes At the clothes that his mama paid for Had no family, but was cool with the local gangstas Tattoos, and now I’m on parole and probation for breakin' rules That life was all I knew, all I wanted was to do was cruise Smoke weed and say, “**** school” Wanted guidance cause all my role models I would look up to Was indicted a young dude with no logic I went to church and told the pastor said, “**** you.” Now I’m violent and this game that always looked out for me Vouched for me and adopted me said they wanted to rock wit me And I wanted to get down, guess somethin' was missin' Everything comes with a price, “There’s only one condition: All you gotta do for initiation is kill an innocent victim and leave em there with no witnesses or no snitches If you do that, you’d be down with the clique and that’s for life so don’t you ever think you getting outta this ****" And I thought about it Soakin' up the vibe as I study for information, tryna choose my victim, plottin' the weakest pray But today on my way to eat lunch, I approached him And told him we should be cool, if only I got to know him Cause on this side of town, he would need some protection It’s crazy reckless or phony unless he some type of gangster and he only stayed with the police He said his name was [Ross Capicchioni] and I dapped him up at the busses Was kind of skept' about me at first cause he didn’t trust me Then the more he got to know me, he couldn’t tell what my motives were Hopin’ that I was sincere, but little did he know I was tryna snake him and pop a brick Just need the perfect opportunity, I’m tired of waitin’ A murder runnin’ through my head, I knew that death was comin’ He introduced me to his family, I was jealous of him His momma told me “Make sure you look out for my son-“ And before she could finish her sentence I quickly just interjected and said “Don’t you even stress it. I got him to the fullest, even if that means bullets, bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas till they kill us.” I was lyin to the fuckin’ limits Took advantage when he said he had that Honda Civic A ’93 with no license plates and no registration Just thinkin’ about every place I’ma go when I finally kill him And then I asked him for a ride around the block, some distance from where he was parked And instantly I knew my chance was comin’, I’m ready to drill him Then he told me, “Let’s go, hop in.” I dapped him up and started tellin jokes the whole ride there Had him crackin up As we were gettin’ closer, he felt funny I think he knew somethin’ was comin’, that look he had was enough to tell me But **** it, go right and drive slow As he looked, it was all abandoned and quiet Not a single person in sight and nobody standin And right when he pulled the car to the side I said, “Right here, sit still. Turn the car off and chill.” Then he start to panic, I told him, “Relax.” Then I pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out, laughed His life flash in an instant I inched to his driver door then he tried to lock it, he couldn’t And I ripped him right out his seat then I grabbed the side of my jeans and then I pull out the shotty, I cocked it twice ‘till he screamed And I shot his arm into pieces, I’m watchin’ his blood leakin’ And another shot to his chest, seen his stomach squeezing His breath and his lungs collapse and he down to his fuckin’ knees Askin’ me, “Why?” He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes Then I smashed his face with the barrel, and I throw his teeth to the sky And then *cocks shotgun* sound of the shotty **** back I pressed it hard against his head and blew his fuckin’ top back
I skimmed through this bc it is mostly tl;dr but was wondering one thing... Does your school have a therapist? Oh... Please don't bring a gun to school.
The guy that rapped this is named Joyner Lucas. He did a damn good job on not only telling the victim's side of the story but the perpetrator's side of the story as well.
Not really a fan of rap. This song however was surprisingly good. Its a shame stuff like this is common in some parts of the world.