Sittin’ in my blazer… on a warm August night…
Not knowin’ what was gonna happen.
Listening to some music…
Reading a letter from my girl…
When suddenly—BANG!
Shots rang out.
It was some boys… in a ‘64 Impala.
I wonder who they just finished cappin’.
I ran to my momma…
To see if she’d witnessed the drive-by.
“Calm down, Momma! Momma, Calm down!”
“And go call for some help—
Or the man covered in all this blood is gonna die!”
“Will you people stop standin’ around—
And give this man some help!?”
“Well… if nobody will help, then, at least I can try.”
But the man…
The man covered in all this blood…
Is wearin’ the exact same clothes as I.
So, I wiped the blood off the face of this guy.
Wait—what?!
This can’t be!
He looks like me.
Oh my God… this is me?!
I mean, how could this be I…?
This is just… not happenin’.
My girl…
She’s expecting our first child…
Oh? Here comes my cousin, Mac.
He’ll help me.
Please, Mac…
Please don’t cry…
Please don’t go wild…
The emergency help has finally arrived.
What took you so long!?
Next thing I know…is that
I’m in a strange church.
In a casket.
My family and friends…
Are passin’ this casket cryin’.
Now a reality check has set in that:
I’m gone.
I am now… a statistic.
What a cryin’ shame.
I could’ve been a doctor…
A lawyer…or
Even a nurse.
I was a young man…
Who had a lot of promise ahead.
That died… in vain.
If I could only reach the people—
Especially the youth—
To put the guns down…
And call a truce, because
If they don’t hear this message…
If they don’t heed this message…
Young people…
You gotta really listen to this message , cause…
If not…
There are only darker days ahead.
Take it from me.
I have much knowledge about this subject.
Because… I’m dead.