[SONNY] |
What
happened that night? |
|
[BROTHA
LYNCH] |
I wuz at
a get together at my partna's house. |
My partna
does some gang-bangin, and he's on one team. |
But the
apartment complex is drownded with a whole diff'rent team, y'see. The only people I know
are my partna `an the people who visit him. Well, my partna and his buddies had been
runnin' in and out of the apartments, knowin' that the otha team wuz there, kinda showin'
that they were'nt scared, `an maybe doin' a little side show, throwin' up signs. Me, Hyst,
and Shante (BL's girlfriend)were leavin' an' I guess they (the apartment team) mistook us
for the people that were throwin' up the signs, `an started talkin' their slang to us. |
I kep'
askin' what they meant , and then I said "forget it", and told Shante to get in
the bacc seat. Hyst started drivin' back, and just as were about to take off, someone ran
up onna window and fired six shots, point blank. |
We didn't
know we were shot until we saw |
blood.They
jumped in a car an' we panickedbecause we didn't know if they |
were
gonna follow us. They didn't, and we ended up at the hospital, where the treatment was not
well. |
They (the
doctors) said they |
couldn't
find the bullet, so they left it in me! |
A bullet
went in Hyst's chest an' out the back of his arm....this never happened before.... |
|
[HYST] |
Three
things happen' all at once. The glass bustin' in ma face, a loud-ass ringin' in ma ear,
and my arm goin' numb. |
|
[Sonny] |
An
incident like that could have left you dead. How has it affected |
your
philosophy on life? |
|
[Brotha
Lynch] |
I am here
to stay outta trouble. I been rappin' for 12 years, an' |
I'm 25
now. I have an EP out called 24 Deep on Black Market Records |
and a new
one called Season of the Siccness. I just wanna do my |
music. In
this day and age, you can stay outta trouble, but if trouble |
comes
your way, you gotta handle it, or else you'll end up gettin |
handled. |
H. I'm
happy to be alive. My philosophy is to tell the truth, and fucc |
wit'
Nintendo. To get through handlin' ma own...an' do a lil' drinkin'. |
I'm
sayin' I'm on ma own. |
S.
Where's it all leading? |
BL. Where
it's leading for me is to not even go to places where thugs |
hang out.
I'd rather go to Cattle Club or a punk rocker party where |
evr'body
accepts me and no one gets shot. I try to message everyone |
on the
shit goin' on, but if shit on the street and in society keeps |
goin' its
way, we're ass out! I hope everyone gets my message and |
really
listens to the lyrics. |
H. When
you see ma tape, don't sleep on it `til you hear it. Don't judge |
a book by
its cover. |
[Sonny] |
Brotha
Lynch and Hyst were two of the most gracious, polite, |
profound,
and real people I've had the honor of kiccin' it with. With |
the
massive trend of "being a gangster" and the ease of obtaining a |
handgun,
shit like this is no longer unusual, much like a football |
game. It
sucks, and my motivation for doing this article was out of |
care for
a young artist trying to make his way in a stratified society. |
Support
the arts, not the maccs. |