Mr. Wise Video (MV)

April eighty nine
Kiccin it wine fine
Just some young knuckle heads running through the city sky
Living life co existing didn't know our paths would entangle quite
On that mysterious April night

I remember kickin it with my shorty ditching school
To see if she would wanna kickit with this fool
Always asked me why I was so hungry too
Told her the food tasted better when she sat by this dude

Playing around
Eating chicken from the block spot
Yuseff and some kids came banging on the window spot
Against her will I told her I'd be back in a hot spot
But that would prove very different at the clocks dock

Running laughing jumping around making noise
Who woulda knew that we would be looked at as monstrous boys
Next day rounded my homie Yuseff and some other boys
For questioning with their pretentious guilty Accusation poise

And as I'm sitting there the time is slowly passing by
Hungry, tired, a lil delirious but it's alright
Me and Yuseff gonna go home soon and eat tonight
But even that plan is starting to fade my clouded mind

The officer approaches me and took me to a dim lit room
Quickly began kicking and punching, he couldn't see the souls bruise
That he was breaking me with his steel toed shoes
I mean what would you have done gettin beat by blues

And then another one walks in and stops the beating
Plays the nice guy role and I'm fiending
To just go home and get some sleep see
He says to say some stuff that I don't even agree

But like I said home was in my reach

Or so I thought
Deceit and lies were all he could talk
Fake promises of going home and sleeping in my cot
I mean my bed, one false thought

Recorded my lies about how the other 4 did it
And I was apart of it man this is some sick bullshit
We didn't even do these things were being accused with
But like I said, I wanted to go home after all the abusive

I can feel my soul slowly start to leave
16 years old straight to rikers island can you believe?
That they could possibly do this to me
Crying out "you lied" was all I could scheme

Years passing on and now I'm in solitary
Years of getting beat on and beatin on were wearing

My brothers face comes into my fuccing Head
I'm having a conversation right after I hear he's f*cking dead
It's me kory one of the 5 the police misled
To lie and tell stories that did not make sense

I'm gonna stay... I'm gonna stay rang out in my head
Could I kiss you I wish that's what I could have said