My SBR friends..... Sippin on a 40 last night and broke down crying.
I was just chilling and playing some NBA2k18 online. Got tired of playing so I turned it off, went to the fridge and grabbed a 40 and my pack of newports. Hit the couch and started flipping through the channels. Every news channel I flipped by was about a murder. A drive by was reported. A gang shooting caught on camera while everyone was scattering from the bullets. A crack head trying to turn his life around etc.
And as I'm sitting there in a daze on the couch, I start to think of all the tears that I shed over my dead peers over the years. So many homies that are no longer here. Thinking about when my boy Marquise was shot at the court years ago for embarrassing a jealous scrub in front of his friends in a game of basketball or the time when my boy Jamal tried robbing a store and got shot in the back by the store clerk. (He had no reason to shoot him as he was running out of the store). He had his whole life ahead of him
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Or the time when my boy Darnell just bought a brand new mercedes and had money suddenly flowing in his pockets. Life was great and he was chilling with his girl on a friday night, when suddenly a punk who my boy beat up a few weeks ago in front of his wife and kids , spotted him walking out of a diner and ended up shooting him on the spot. The punk didn't even throw hands. He took the cowards way out and shot him in front of his girl.
Or the time my Uncle Tyrone was hooked on crack cocaine and tried his best to turn his life around and get on the right track. He was attending meetings and doing great, but ultimately ended up overdosing in a broken down house.
Overwhelmed by the sudden influx of emotion, I broke down in tears. So many peers lost that are no longer here. To shake the feeling, I grabbed a 40, hopped in my SLS and started doing 120 on the highway with the music on full blast until I parked off a ramp and begin pouring the entire 40 on the road.....
I'm telling you guy.... The money, the exotics, the women, the fancy clothes, the big ass mansion, NONE of it matters when you are alone. Most of my peers are dead and buried in the cemetery and nothing can bring any of them back.
But at the end of the day............... Life goes on.
And as I'm sitting there in a daze on the couch, I start to think of all the tears that I shed over my dead peers over the years. So many homies that are no longer here. Thinking about when my boy Marquise was shot at the court years ago for embarrassing a jealous scrub in front of his friends in a game of basketball or the time when my boy Jamal tried robbing a store and got shot in the back by the store clerk. (He had no reason to shoot him as he was running out of the store). He had his whole life ahead of him
. Or the time when my boy Darnell just bought a brand new mercedes and had money suddenly flowing in his pockets. Life was great and he was chilling with his girl on a friday night, when suddenly a punk who my boy beat up a few weeks ago in front of his wife and kids , spotted him walking out of a diner and ended up shooting him on the spot. The punk didn't even throw hands. He took the cowards way out and shot him in front of his girl.
Or the time my Uncle Tyrone was hooked on crack cocaine and tried his best to turn his life around and get on the right track. He was attending meetings and doing great, but ultimately ended up overdosing in a broken down house.
Overwhelmed by the sudden influx of emotion, I broke down in tears. So many peers lost that are no longer here. To shake the feeling, I grabbed a 40, hopped in my SLS and started doing 120 on the highway with the music on full blast until I parked off a ramp and begin pouring the entire 40 on the road.....
I'm telling you guy.... The money, the exotics, the women, the fancy clothes, the big ass mansion, NONE of it matters when you are alone. Most of my peers are dead and buried in the cemetery and nothing can bring any of them back.
But at the end of the day............... Life goes on.
