July 3rd

Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal

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 ****, 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 ****

[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!

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…