A kid on a cell phone calls for reinforcements,
A signal is sent while his man lies bleeding on the asphalt,
Shots ring out offering a variety of ordinance,
Tires skee-skirt 'round the corner as the volleys cease,
Silence on the set; in the distance a motor hums,
Someone calls to attention the deceased,
-Scream!
Shouts and orders fill the air,
Doors slam and two cars start up,
The chase begins
Three gangsters in the rival car don't know what to do,
One of them is hit crying in pain,
Slug rests center scapula,
Meanwhile smashing in traffic,
Dodging and weaving while discussing the plan,
Go to the hospital - that's no good,
Police will keep an eye on that,
Let's just wait a little longer,
Wait a minute that's not right!
The wounded man will take his chance,
Plead the fifth and shut his trap,
The other two will have no fear,
Ain't no fuckin' rat right here!
They getaway while that one sits,
Just believe he'll shut his lip,
The two confer and they concur,
Pass by the hospital make a left turn,
And left him off by the curb on his own,
The man won't talk if his word is bond,
That's all they need to know,
Anyone could have been shot anywhere,
And if the police put him on the set,
Enemies get put on blast: they snitch!
The receptionist sees the man walk up,
Grimacing a horrid face,
She asks him what the problem is,
He turns and shows his bullet hole,
Red-black crusted round the cloth,
She makes the call to get him treated,
Then calls to have the cops go see him,
Detectives arrive on the scene just after surgery,
Find him nearly comatose,
They wake the man to ask some questions,
True to word the man wouldn't talk,
Lead detective smiles and smirks,
And tells a story about a dead man they found a few hours earlier,
Some cat with some random name,
Turns out someone saw the men who shot him,
This witness was very descriptive,
Had the real name, moniker and gang affiliation of one in particular,
And then a call came in,
A person with the same name turned up shot in the hospital,
He wouldn't answer nurses' questions so they looked in his wallet and found his ID,
The detective pulled a card from his pocket and tossed it on the bed,
A cop came in the room and cuffed the patient to the rail,
They read him his rights and informed him of his arrest,
First degree murder with gang enhancement,
When it was appropriate they took him county while he fought his case,
His people tried to raise money for a lawyer,
But they first had to pay for the retaliation,
Hours after the shooting the other side came back and got two,
In spite of all efforts only a P.D. was defense,
Twenty-five to life was the result of a plea bargain,
The inmate sits on the gray goose,
He is spared but will he ever be free,
In twenty five years he'll be forty-eight,
And then he can think about parole,
Because he didn't get a real trial,
He doesn't know who turned him in,
And while he forever ponders the idea of finding that rat on the mainline,
It never becomes clear how the consequences of our actions are dictated by choices.
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