think you should wait until you can get you a lawyer to go to the police station with.â
âYou hear anything about the cop?â I asked.
âYou mean the one that was shot?â
âYeah.â
âThey had his wife on television talking about how they needed to get the animals off the street,â Moms said. âWhatâs your number so I can call you back?â
âI got to go,â I said. âIâll call you later.â
I hung up the phone.
We didnât have nothing to say for a while, andthen I realized my arm was beginning to hurt again. This time the pain got bad faster than before.
âKelly, what you think is going to happen if I just give myself up?â I asked.
âYou mean, just give up and be like Rico?â he asked.
âWhat? No, I mean give myself up to the police.â
âYouâll think about it for a while,â Kelly said. âThen youâll remember what it was like at the juvenile center, and what everybody said jail was like and how long twenty-five years isâ¦.â
On the screen I saw myself on the roof landing again. I saw my face all twisted up and ugly and I saw myself lifting the Nine to my head.
âYo! Stop it! Stop it! Please!â I was begging him. âPlease stop it, Kelly. Run it back some more, man. Please.â
âWhere you want me to run it back to now?â Kelly asked.
âDid I tell you I was a rapper?â I asked. I was scared and shaking. âI was rapping strong, Kelly. I could really rhyme.â
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Thereâs two kinds of rules
Rules for the man
And rules for the fools
The rules for the fools ainât nothing but tools
To lock away the black manâs mind
So when he finds he down with a frown
Looking up from the gutter
All he can do is stutter and thinking
Thatâs where he belongs and stinking
Like a piece of week-old meat
In the super ghetto of defeat
And when he fails to make bail
And ends up in jail with homies for roomies
Rhyming âdoing the timeâ
With âdoing the crimeâ
Heâs figuring thatâs the ghetto theme
Instead of a scheme
Punk-tuated in some light bling-bling
And the same old thing except the
Chains is nine-karat gold
And the brotherâs been told
They about bravery instead of slavery
So when the brother comes in stumbling and humbling
He thinks heâs getting a fair deal
While the real deal is that heâs just getting the fare
To whatever lockdown need some new bodies.
But the game is over
âCause Cellblock Four is taking over
And just like these words are being spoken
We know the rules are made to be broken
Yeah, yeah, the game is over!
They donât want us to use the N-word
So weâll be the triggers, but know what we mean
âCause weâll be on the scene
Shooting off more than our mouths
From north to south
And when the judge turn the pages
We go into rages âcause his statutes and laws
Donât do nothing but put justice on pause
We got a whole nation behind bars
And a few who loose and think they stars
âCause some other brother holding their number
While they out here in the world of slumber
Talking about some law and order
While the Man slipping dope across the border
But the game is over
âCause Cellblock Four is taking over
And just like these words are being spoken
We know the rules are made to be broken
Yeah, yeah, the game is over!
âWhat you think?â I asked Kelly.
âItâs okay,â Kelly said. âI like rap. How come you didnât go on with it?â
âWhy donât you run my group on your television?â I said. âCheck it out for yourself?â
Kelly was keeping the remote in his hand. Helifted it and pointed it toward the television. I was getting better at recognizing where I was and peeped the school media center.
âYo, man, you know Miss Oglivie wonât go for that,â Omar said,
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