Destined
“Everybody doesn’t make it back.
I did.””
I’m destined to live the dream
for my peoples who—
didn’t make it back home
like I did.
I felt left out, like a kid.
I thought we was about to ride around.
You dap me, said, “Jhust, I’m out.”
“Tighten your hoodie up.”
I turned around, you nodded, said peace.
Two weeks later, the news said homicide—
but the driver still managed
to drive to the hospital.
You was shot nine times before—
c’mon, you can make it.
The news said
y’all died in the car
at the hospital.
All we did was play Driver
on PlayStation 2.
My whole crew died
like Juice.
And I don’t have no proof
that I’m the last one left—
still alive,
still standing.
So I’m destined to live the dream
for my peeps
who didn’t make it.
