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Truth It's summer 1994, it's 1:30 pm. The sun is hot, kids are playing ball on the street. I`m chillin across the street at my girlfriends, my brother is chillin with his b's jamming to some tunes. 1:45 pm I see some wack car speeding down the street, they slow down when they arrive near my house. 2 men pop their heads out. Their heads are wrapped in blue bandanas... we ain't used to see niggas in blue here same way. Then pop pop pop... I see my brother on the floor. I run across the street and i see my brother on the floor shaking, i try and get him to speak but all i see is blood coming out of his mouth. All i can do is watch my 18 year old brother die before my eyes. Suddenly i hear some screaming across the street louder then all the screaming we're doing. My four year old cousin is lying on the grass in a pool of blood coming from his head. My aunt is lying on the floor screaming. My eyes the've seen things that changed this little 14 year old girl for the rest of her life. This A Student, this little 14 year old A student spends 4 years in juvenile detention for the murder of a 16 year old crip. I`m 19 years old now, i'm in school and I work. I have good friends, i make good money, i have my own little apartment. But when i close my eyes I don't see my dead brother lying on da ground, i don't see my little cousin lying on the grass... all i see Daryll Crane, a 16 year old kid who's life is over because i took it. Revenge... it's not worth it. Daryll has a little sister, she's 2 years younger then me. Is the colors we put on worth it. Fucking KKK and all them racist fuckers don't kill as many niggas as next niggas do. Can you explain to me... can you tell me why you gone and kill your race, your brotha... for a couple a dollars. Live by the gun, die by the gun. Love to my brotha Bevon Gouda aka Choopa. R.I.P. I love you with all my heart soljah. R.I.P. Diontay, cutest little couz. God take care of that little 4 year old, he's trouble. Love you baby. Anonymous |