Ive told this story before here.
When i was like 12-13 i lived like 4 doors down
from this hustler who drove a candy painted
coffee brown slant back seville on gold wires.
Dude and his brother married two sisters
and they all lived there.
I'd always have my window side open
with my boombox playing music.
one night around 3am i'm looking out
the window and see cats run up in the
house and then i hear a few pops.
the cats run up out of the house and look
up at my window.....almost sure dude saw me.
when the sun came up cops and the meat
wagon was on the scene.
both bothers and wives murdered execution style.
After that i'd see the dude who i thought saw
my face in the hood and it chilled me to my core
every time........saved up and copped a 38
and didnt feel safe until dude was murdered
the next year.