I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong
She said, “you mommy little man, ” I said, “yep, uh huh”
She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up
Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up
It was welfare hustlin', they killed her for that
The first shot, bullet wound in my back
I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up
Now I’m on my own, mommy gone
Sam said, “you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?
You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You don’t need no new kicks, you need an O”
Chop that, bag it, get right back at it
That touched me, it hit me in my heart
I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start
I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby
Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380
Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me
Whenever shit can go wrong it always will
See, seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look, I’m outta control, my gun go
Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to
Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin'
My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone
That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me
That’s nine shots, we just call it fifty
I put this track on repeat, and my mind starts to paint visual pictures of KANAN for this article for Scrilla Guerilla Magazine. Before KANAN could ever develop real feelings and connect emotionally with the people around him they were gone. The mother is the first teacher of the child and the streets killed her before their relationship blossomed. KANAN was only eight years old, and his innocence was forever gone. KANAN never allowed himself to feel vulnerable again towards people. Few people can understand the magnitude of death, sorrow, and survival of the fittest at the tender age of eight years old. The street life adopted KANAN and designed the perfect sketch of an American psycho. "9 shots" is blaring through my headphones so loud, my lovely waitress tapped my shoulder and said are you ready to order? I apologized for the delayed response and ordered the "Obama Special." She said my order would be ready in about 10 minutes, and she inquired about what I was writing. I told her a full feature on KANAN, who stars in the hit show POWER. She lit up and said I would love to be his ride or die, girlfriend, he's the epitome of gangsta. I laughed and said that's my guy KANAN, and I told her I'd tell him you said hello. We both laughed, and I started back writing my KANAN article.
