so i'm on the road today heading to a school for a meeting with the headmaster (read: principal - a whole 'notha post), when a firetruck comes thumping down the block. so of course, i scootch over and then soon afterwards nearly slam into its back as it makes a very wide u-ey (not a word at all but oh well). then i notice a couple of squad cars roll up briskly to the same spot as. apparenty, someone who found shot inside. and later pronounced. that is such a cold verb.
and this was at 10:20 in the morning.
sigh
and then, why did a fight break out at a court house 2 days before? yes, inside the damn building. and please tell me what would possess someone to start busting off shots less than a block away from the courthouse?! some sixteen and seveteen year olds with no sense of surroundings...or level-headedness. madness! and come to find out my man L was there at the time and his storytelling and rhetorical question-asking is just as insightful as anything. like he said, how do we turn a tide that has gone too far?
Open my eyes, a seventh day a new surprise
Wondering why, niggas in the hood, they die
Mothers they cry, niggas busting shots in the sky
Smoking my la, I only want a piece of the pie...
-Group Home, "12 O'Clock Brooklyn"
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How about the Dorchester teen who ran right past Mayor Menino with a gun last month?
THAT is what L and I were talking about before you came over and told us we needed to be mingling. A crying shame.
whaddya mean right past menino? i missed that one
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