only in stillness can one know the contents of his heart.
"i don't want to die anymore, daddy."
"neither do i."
the sword of death cuts as smoothly into his own head as if he had been hit by the bullet himself.
a nigga is a nigga is a nigga. his cds, our cds.
no distance can lift the grief of boy whose brother is lost. there is one vein, and it has been opened. the blood spills all the same.
"i don't think i can stand to die one more time."
"neither can i."
