“The following is only a story. The names, places, and events depicted here are used strictly as character for an alternate universe, in which, the impossible may, in fact, be possible. In this alternate universe, Q1’s life ends, because of choices he may or may not have made during a critical time in his life. The following is only a story…”


Pager vibrates so it's like the late 90's
Wait for the phone at the cafe see the code
Emergency 911 type urgency
Tap the shoulder of the bitch ahead of me, (hurry please)….
She smiles as she nods, hangs up
I smile and say thanks then dial my mang up, what
It's the dude Ku on the other end
He say he got a call from another friend...
Making claims of heads who seek to meet and break bread
Ask, who these cats is and do they step fresh
Do they need a na
Shit…let me call you back from the pad spill what's happening then...

Hook:::
How can you see with your eyes when they're closed
How can you be with a mind that is closed
Needing reason for the rhyme I am told
I am told that the reason for the rhyme is unknown
I am told I am told that the reason is unknown

Bridge-ish:::
Open your eyes witness your downfall
(witness your downfall) (Open your eyes)

Arrive at the crib thinking crazy thinking quick (zzzzt zzzzt)
Pull my beeper out my pocket is it Lazy no it's KidD
Clear away his number, phone, dial tone
Enter Ku's digits wait a minute is he home…
He answers outta breath "Okay Q about them heads, like I said
They hoping for a sit-down, and the word is out,
They fixin to get rich now
Itchy fingers on them triggers til they flinch blaow…
So I wonder, who the fuck this is
Don't these motherfuckers know who they fucking with
Q is coming with the chrome, with some rubbers and a spliff
Will return back home with only the roach and the clip fucker shit

Hook:::

Bridge-ish:::
Open your eyes witness your downfall
(witness your downfall) (Open your eyes)

Ig-nore, the vibrations, of my page-or
I'm feeling rage in my veins son
"Q we haven't even made it to the station"
Ku, I know you can feel my aggravation
Come on let’s pull over to the curb side of the road
For added insurance let’s call, then, pick up Toad
His knack for unsticking us from sticky business
Is just what we need in case these bitches think to stick us
We’re prepared for any witnesses then,
Right then,
We witness, a black Cadillac pull up with tinted windows, they roll ‘em down,
And from the darkness…forty-four sparks from four .44’s blew out
Before any of our candles would be blown out, we screamed,
(“Thugs til we die!”)
We emptied magazines and shells back then there we sat,
The Cadillac and the Lumina both not looking very well
All the smoke and the holes and the blood, mixing smells, (oh well)
My mind is blown
But you’ll never ever ever see it
With your eyes closed