street's blog: "climing to the top"

june 21st 2004 two ten pm don't know how i got out the door

17 years old, life scattered and shattered

didn't even see it coming, death hit like nothing mattered

put in an ambulance, my clothes cut off

if i had been sittin' up i'd had my nose cut off

i only reached to the floor cuz i was hungry

i heard nothing but crash, then my memory went black

with no sound

i regained my memory outside the car sittin' on the ground

i had blood on my face, gettin' put in a neck brace

didn't hurt at all until they had me lean back on a back board

i thought i snapped my spinal chord

i could move my toes, i asked why they gotta cut off my clothes

they said in case i have compound fractured bones

a $600 ambulance ride to regional and they couldn't tell me

where he'd gone, he got a separate ride.

in the e.r. a detective came to talk to me

asking the same shit over just worded differently

they put me in a m.r.i. checked for internal damage

i said that drink was delicious but i think i'll manage

i had flashbacks of good times we had

when we laughed, cried, or when we both got mad

but nothing could prepare me for the news i had

he never made it to the hospital, they said the blood loss was too bad

my whole life paused, and broke right in front of me

why is this the way it's gotta be

i walked away with bruised ribs and a broken heart

never could imagine this when my day came to a start

rumors flew quick, people had heard i died

some people didn't believe and a few people cried

i never was the same, me and god talked a lot that week

i spoke, didn't really get the answers i seeked

then i read about 2 sets of feet that became 1 set of feet

so, i wonder who's gonna carry me

i hope to carry myself, that's how deep my roots are to the streets

it's far and between that i get this deep

i know my soul will never rest in me

through these words i hope you rest in peace

to my unbiological brother i hope u know i love u and miss you dean

i'd still be white, still be tight, rockin the metal fuck 4 doors i'm da coup floor touchin tha peddal drink up in my hand, jammin' halen "runnin with the devil" my soul's so hood, grippin' wood call me cocoa pebbles i get em high cuz i'm so fly like rock n rye like jimi hendrix i'm gonna kiss the sky purple haze brings purple rain talk that shit and we bring purple pain get hit so hard, you'll have a purple brain we leave stains wherever we reign, on your couch or in your range smoke on me and get me in your veins

i gotta do it, my expenses are expensive my soldiers on the move, my clique is aprehensive i got dem blueprints in my mind, so i gotta be on my grind i can't sit back and unwind if i expect to shine i can't yet afford my beats, so i'm acappella in the street these girls want my heat, all they gettin is cold feet just gimme all my props, i already got my rocks i'm claiming south 53 and i'm settin up shop if u got beef i'm gon eat it up and spit u out $1400 in my mouth trust me we ain't gonna talk it out all you'll get is a broken neck, so u best go walk it out my soldiers can bodybag ya, let the 5-0 chalk u out we goin straight up like paula, to the top get at me and my catch 22 boyz holla