2003-10-22 - 1:40 p.m.
I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it/An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record/Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it right/but rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight/When will you motherfuckers quit?/Every motherfuckin mornin it's the same ol bullshit/I peeped to see the thrashin/Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "Assassin!"/He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him/His eyes showed fear, that's the reason why he stuck him/Anyway, that's how I seen it
You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga,/and he doesn't mean it/So that's the way I took it/Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it/And life goes on... - Scarface, "I'm Dead"
I heard this the other day, and it reminded me of something that happened a few years back.
