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John and Jay knew each other from back in the day.
When they started comparing kicks in eighty five.
Around the time Jordan one's arrived.
When flour was cooked to make bread that could provide.
A way of living that supplied.
An opportunity to escape a community that terrorized.
Innocent victims hospitalized, from conflicts of the criminalized.
Down since kindergarten ties.
Before they even knew what keeping it real was.
Red palms grasp then shake, they're now brother's of blood.
Together, moving through the underworld.
Chain snatching, block standing, stick em up, or lay down.
Benz pushing, diamond cuts, surrounded by legs in short skirts.
Passports and resorts, they coming up.
House on the hill, swimming like Scrooge McDuck.
John is savy, not so flashy, but you know he got bucks.
Jay, he don't play, shinning in every which way.
Aggressive, it's gonna be his way, or someone will pay.
High profiles, celebrity smiles, Jay gets around.
John is underground, out of sight, out of mind.
Discussions arise, the cohesiveness loosens.
Eye to eye is no longer in vision.
Jay wants to stay with the fast cars and faster women.
John wants to promote business, and move on.
"Why ruin a good thing we got going on."
"Damn, you forgot where you came from."
Jay is letting his emotions get to him.
"Brother, its time to move on and create legitimate business."
"We can't do this forever, this a chance to escape it."
John is trying to calm the situation.
But distrust is growing with every second.
Thoughts creep in, contemplations of deception.
Betrayal means prison, or one turning to killing.
Once things go left, there's no telling.
Walking away with no strings, is a known misconception.
For what they know is a dangerous weapon.
To themselves and others, who can be trusted?
Keep your enemies close, and friends even closer.
A backstabber is what they see now, when they look at each other.
To make things worse, they get a visit from undercovers.
Secret indictment, unknown to one another.
No one talks, they both call their lawyers.
They post bail, but don't call each other.
District Attorney says they both snitching on each other.
Lawyers setting separate trials, and say stay away from each other.
Meanwhile their associates are starting to wonder.
If and when, their door will be kicked in.
Trial dates set, the heat is up, now everybody sweats.
Jay drank to much, driving a black corvette.
He gets pulled over, with a loaded nine and two bricks.
Bail revoked, a jail cell is where he now sits.
John is himself, low key, making no movements.
Day one of John's trial, black Benz pulls up, he steps out.
Then shots rang out, two men in black masks break out.
John on the ground bleeding out.
Pronounced at the scene, he's on to his last route.
Jay's day is tomorrow, and what just happened is unbeknownst.
Morning arrives, Jay is found with a cut throat.
Body leaning against the bunk post.
For the who, their worries are now ghost's.
Daryl and Kevin, cousins from the west coast.
New in town, living life danger close.
They got that brown, with prices on the low.
Rising to the top, is on the approach.
Their story has yet to be wrote.
But the underground leaves no notes.
Quote, unquote.
"The Sequence!"
