Chapter 2 Verse 1
“Nope.” I ain’t even blink. JT swore he was gon punk me but I for damn sure wasn’t gon show no fear of him or the gun he had pointed at my temple. He laughed.
“I don’t even have the clip in.” JT looked around at his friends, pulled the gun away from my head, popped the clip in and put it back to my head.
“How about now Tiny?”
“Nope.” If this motherfucker was gon kill me anyway, nigga wasn’t finna have me begging for my life. JT laughed again.
“I don’t even have it cocked.” JT pulled the gun away, cocked it and put it to my head for the third time. Everybody panicked.
“How about now?” I thought about my options. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to show some fear, plead with him not to hurt me. Fuck that.
“Nope.” My heart was pounding by then, but my ego still refused to let me cave.
“JT if you shoot her, we gettin’ the fuck outta here!” Now his friends and my friends screaming and jumping all over the couches yelling at JT to put the gun away.
He realized I wasn’t going to surrender. And I figured that if I was gon die, I was taking my pride with me.
“Damn you stupid.” Even as he voiced what everyone in the room was thinking, we both knew that my refusal to grovel had probably saved my life. Had I given in, JT would have lost all respect for me, increasing the likelihood that he would have shot me for the fun of it. The body on the back porch was proof that TC had no problem shooting anybody.
Chapter 2 Verse 2 Winter 2013
Chapter 2 Verse 3
He’ll sing to me of the places he’s been in his life and time
My rhymes will struggle to uncover the pain of his tune
All too soon he’ll change lyrics
Hide the tracks so deep his own spirit won’t find them
Every now and then
I’ll chime in
His focus lies elsewhere and I’ll be forced to find the melody
He’ll sing to me of ghetto life
With a harmony that compels me to see the brutality of the only world he’s ever known
And with his own hard living front and center
I’ll find my place in the margin
Notes falling flat on deaf ears