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Hear that song? I love this song. It's one of those songs you always hear, but you never know who's playing it. I'll probably never know who's playing it. I don't want to know now. It would probably ruin the feeling. Whenever I hear this song I always feel there should be credits rolling you know? Like it's the end of something. The end of a movie. It just brings up so much... that guitar. It's concluding something. It's talking. The credits are rolling over the lead actor's dead body facedown in a gutter. The camera pans back. The rain is pouring down. And all that guitar can say is "Oh well." "That's life." "Whatever." Everytime I hear this song from now on I will remember this day and what happened and what I did. And I will remember this moment in time, right now, this exact place, the smell, everything... and the scene will freeze and the credits will roll. I never want to know who plays this song. It would ruin everything.

There was a woma. A single mother living in this terrible, or terribly, excitingly terrible place called the hood, it is full of a naughty little substance called crack, and has people driving small van like cars then shooting people from them, it's a terribly, excitingly terrible place. Anyway a lady named... well they called her Sista!! Sista? Isn't that charming? Well she had a son that everyone called Brutha'. Now I have not yet determined if they are biological brothers and sisters. But I don't think so because Brutha' called Sista... Mutha. Now, Brutha', Brutha's Brutha and Sista which is their Mutha. Understand? Well Brutha' was a hard one, and Brutha's Brutha was a soft one. Brutha' was in a sordid little group called a gang. And Brutha's Brutha was in a safe little group called a chess club. While Brutha would drive around in little cars and Scream "I'm gonna blow your head off you dead f**ker." Brutha's Brutha would sit and say "Checkmate." They both shared a common goal though, And that was "GETTING OUT." One wanted to shoot his way out and the other wanted to think his way out. [Pause.] Getting out huh? Do you understand that? Wanting to break free from all that you are bound to? I wish we could break out. Can we break out?