July 3rd

July 3rd Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal [Double K:] Yo, woke up kinda mad, although it wasn’t late Today was a day that I thought would be great Was supposed to spend some time with this girl Who claims she mine, it was like a 1-year or something Yo, I’m not quite sure. Anyway, I was chilling around 11 a.m And old girl was out preparing for the bomb p.m So I was supposed to cheeba chief, and making tracks or whatnot My nigga, Joe Cool, came through and said the homie got shot Now, even though he’s still alive, it put a damper on the day Hollered at my old lady, and she said she on her way So, it was about 2 o’clock when this chick rolled up Said she’d missed her hair appointment, now she’s all choked up I said, “Fuck the hairpiece, just put it in a ponytail!” I shouldn’t have said that, this girl raised all hell Started crying and sobbing about her day fucking up Wasn’t thinking ‘bout mine, so I began to loc up Yo, I had to catch myself (“Michael, cool out.”) So, I went into “man” mode and tried to talk this shit out Now, here I am, compromising, but that didn’t work The whole time I sitting, feeling like DJ Jerk Then she goes, calls her homegirl, the one I don’t like “Oh, come and do some products, you can do my hair, alright?” Now mind you, I don’t like this bitch or her ways And suddenly she’s in the midst of my supposedly date So. I jumped up and acted like I wasn’t mad and said, “Cool.” When really, I could’ve shot both them hoes and felt good But yo, that ain’t the way, so I just mobbed the hood See my man Kurt Loco, he said, “What’s up with the 4-0?” Threw my problem in a bottle, smoked him out and was gone Soon as I get home, yo, my moms is on the phone Yelling and bitching about me not doing something Now, I’m known to lack, and get sidetracked But I was really trying to do it, and she wasn’t hearing that Told me to beat it, “go to hell,” and hung up the phone I’m like, “Damn! It’s 5:30, and I’m still at home, yo Mom’s on one, and this bitch is out bullshitting?” I’m sitting in the room with the JBs on blast With the time ticking fast, now, I wanna kick some ass Ay-yo, fuck that (fuck that bitch)… I’m gonna get mad all over again, dude, let me get calm Yo, she finally showed up about an hour later With her hair looking no better than the first day that I met her You know, I’m all drunk and blunted the fuck out of my mind Don’t wanna hear no “sorry,” stupid, let’s just have a good time [Double K:] And I guess we did it, man, you know, she kinda made it up to me… [Thes One:] Word? [Double K:] Still, man, the day was all fucked up! Little Nookie got blasted on and shit… [Thes One:] Damn! [Double K:] You know, then I see my ex-bitch, dude! What the fuck? [Thes One:] Damn. That’s fucked up, man [Double K:] You know, that’s what I’m saying, my nigga [Thes One:] That shit’s fucked up, yo. Shit’s just… [Double K:] Damn, man… Shit, just, you know [Thes One:] It’s July 3rd! What can you say but… you know? [Double K:] God damn. You done what? What happened? [Thes One:] Man! What? It happened to me too, man! [Thes One:] July 3rd, lazy Saturday afternoon Drinking cold lemonade, just finished cleaning my room See, I presumed, at that point, there was nothing else to do I took the jeep down the street and copped a 40 of brew As I’m riding, I decide I’d rent a Genesis game Turned right on Western, pass the red-line train/ . Park my car on the main corner, Third and Hobart Walked across the street to Young’s Game and Video Mart Once inside, I realized I had forgotten my card Said “peace” to the guard, told him I’d go back to my car Went outside, pushing buttons, and the light turns green Stepping to the crosswalk, now imagine this scene: A tan ‘88 Dodge minivan didn’t stop He’s doing thirty, headed for me in the damn crosswalk Out of shock, I did my best to try and jump back quick We made eye contact, right before I was hit! I jumped up, missing a shoe, shocked and dazed Blood pouring out my body, traffic stopped both ways The dude is trying to throw me into his van to take off I can’t even walk straight, let alone fend him off He’s begging bystanders not to call the police, shit Giving me eleven dollars ‘cause I’ve just been hit His sob story lasted ‘til the paramedics arrived Witnesses crying, saying “lucky to be alive!” Eight hours later, alone, getting a CAT scan Trying to go back and understand the randomness of it all Damn! That’s the answer I get: One minute you’re here, the next you’re…