Honors English - Short Story Long lyrics
rate meFt. The Mad Violonist and Freeway Ricky Ross
Na na na na na na na
He ain' twanna kill mo time
At 8:45 he put both hands on the 9
It's war time
So he let the hollows fly
Now it's easy to kill but it's hard to watch men die, die
Now I'm watchin' like I'm a private eye
Cuz he ain't on his homies side
He on the side of his home
This here is homicide'
Now the bullets in the air
Like it's slow motion
Almost no motion
Before this he was Hulk Hogan
Now he's soft, mouth stuck as his jaw broken
Heart feels sawed open
He went from sad to angry to happy to anxious
Now ain't this creating an emotional athlete
His heart racing last lap of the track meet
Cuz he was thinking 'bout marriage this year
The house he could have made he buildin' castles in the air
He closed his eyes and asked to disappear freeze it there yeah!
Yeah so what were going for with
This story was to try and tell a
Hustler's final moments and I always said if I was going to write
A movie it would be to humanize the horror kind of as a therapy
So many people die but to take it away
From being a statistic to put a microscope on it slow motion
Get the beads of sweat poor him
As they pour from the pores in his neck
They clearly yellin' duck
They clearly yellin' duck
From the right and the left
He can't hear both his ears on a double date with deaf
Definitely his mental um revengeful
He can't bring himself to pray at his own temples
Now get a good angle on his friend
Who trying to act upset but then again
Is just glad it isn't him sinful
Now zoom out slow and peep the pattern of the crows all flying
Together like some traveling skulls
Oh, he fell into the darkest place
So god never seen him when he called for his grace
Then it hit him like a storm don't worry he as calm
He wasn't even there to know that he was gone
So with this scene I was really trying to capture these very vivid
Lucid images that are surrounding the event so you could even
See the pores in his flesh and the thoughts
Swirling around in his brain right before that moment right before he's hit
They say if you pick up a shell and listen
That you can hear inside of the ocean
I picked up the shell, I only head a violent explosion
I still see the 9 and it's smoking
And the kids silently dying
His eyelids is open
Look, look
He's startin' to shake
It's a war inside of him, he fall for his fate
Life and death were like doors
The revolved on his face
You could have swore he was asleep
And started falling awake
Caught in between the callin' of the ultimate gates
In that corner where he hussled and scuffled and struggled round the way
And as he loses hit T cells, his eyes lose detail
He can't tell a guy from a female
Out of one eye he can see heaven
Other eye he can see hell
When he crosses them he sees a sunrise
From when he was 12
And at the crossroads he became a corpse
From far up he looked
Like Jesus slain on the cross
It all happen so quick, just 59 ticks
I looked down at my watch, it's 8:46
Yea so after we completed the film
We actually conducted some interviews and I got a chance to interview Rick Ross
I mean the real Rick Ross, and we asked him so questions about
What he learned as a hustler, I'll play a clip for you of some what we got
Ay Needlz que It up 5 me.<br />
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Thanks to Andrei
