YOU WILL BE MISSED
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SOMETHIN MY FOLKS POSTED -
I'M SITTING WIDE AWAKE ON AN EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEELING SHELL-SHOCKED BY THE FACT THAT I'VE LOST ONE OF MY BRO BROS. I HAVE TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I CAN'T SLEEP. THE IMAGES OF HIS BRAINS STILL SPLATTERED ACROSS THE PAVEMENT CURRENTLY HAUNT ME. I GUESS THE CITY WORKERS DIDN'T DO A GOOD CLEAN-UP JOB.
ANDREW JOSEPH ELE AKA DRU AKA BIG DADDY AKA SCAN AKA DJ DOMINO AKA KAPIKOO AKA ANDREW DIED ON JUNE 20, 2006 AROUND 11PM. BLOCK MONSTERS CAME THRU AND SENSELESSLY SHOT HIM AND HIS BROTHER IN COLD BLOOD. WHAT REASON, WE MAY NEVER KNOW. REGARDLESS OF WHY - WE KNOW TODAY THAT ANOTHER YOUNG MAN OF COLOR IS GONE.
THINK AS PARENT HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO HAVE TO BURY YOUR CHILD. THINK AS A PARTNER HOW IT WOULD FEEL IF YOU HAD TO BURY YOUR COMPANION. THINK AS SIBLING HOW WOULD IT FEEL IF YOU HAD TO BURY YOUR BROTHA. THINK AS A STRANGER HOW IT WOULD FEEL IF YOU HAD TO BURY ANOTHER HUMAN OF THIS EARTH.
DRU WAS MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER - MY COMRAD FROM ANOTHER MOVEMENT. MY SPIRIT HAS MISSED HIM THE MOMENT NANCY MADE THE CALL.
I REMEMBER WRITING DRU LETTERS WHILE HE WAS LOCKED IN LOG CABIN - I REMEMBER HIM FOCUSING ON HIS DJ HYPE - HE WANTED TO BE THE SICKEST REGGAE/DANCEHALL, REGGAETON, OLDIES DJ THEIR IS AND HE WAS. HE WAS JUST BEGINNING TO MAKE HIS BIG BREAK. DRU COULD TALK SHIT BETTER THAN ANY OLD JOE AND HE COULD THROW BONES QUICKER THAN ANY MATHMETICIAN. HE HAD IT DOWN TO A SCIENCE (ALL THOSE MONTHS IN LOG CABIN HELPED HIM PERFECT HIS CRAFT). HE COULD AND WOULD TELL YOU WHICH DOMINO YOU WERE PLAYING BEFORE YOU PLAYED IT. THERE'S WAS NEVER A POINT TO BLUFF. HE SAW RIGHT THROUGH BULLSHIT.
DEATH AND LOSS IS ALWAYS SUCH A HARD THING TO EXPERIENCE. THE HUMAN SPECIE'S EGO CANNOT REALLY HANDLE IT AND MODERN SOCIETY HAS STRIPPED US OF MOST OF OUR TOOLS TO DEAL WITH IT. SO WE WONDER AS WE WANDER HOW COULD SOMEONE DIE. IT MAKES NO SENSE.
I KNOW DRU'S SPIRIT WILL LIVE ON BECAUSE HE LITERALLY WAS A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER ( HE DID DEFEND HIMSELF & FAMILY IF NEED BE). IF WE WEREN'T ON OUR JOB HE WOULD SHIT TALK US BACK INTO SHAPE. I'MA MISS YOU, BIG DADDY! YOU'RE THE ONLY MUTHAFUCKA BESIDES MY POPS THAT I CALLED DADDY! WHAT PRIVILEGE!
TO THE PHUCKERS THAT SHOT HIM AND HIS BROTHER. I HOPE THEY GET HELP BECAUSE KARMA IS A B*TCH IN ACTION AND AN AVENGER DURING TIMES OF ANGUISH. LET THIS BE A WAKE UP CALL TO SOCIETY, THE GOVERNMENT, AND DEMIREPUBPOLITICIANS THAT DISFUNCTIONALISM IS NOT A WAY TO SUSTAIN A PEOPLE. TO THE LARGER COMMUNITY, NOTICE THAT POVERTY KILLS COMMUNITIES WHICH MEANS WAKE UP, FOLKS AND BEGIN (IF YOU AREN'T ALREADY) TO FIGHT AGAINST THE INJUSTICE YOU ARE WRONGFULLY BEING GIVEN. MY BRO BROS DEATH IS BIGGER THAN SOME YOUNG HOMIES TRYNA ACT HARD. ITS BIGGER THAN THIS RANT I'M POSTING. OUR SOCIETY'S WAY OF LIVING IS SICK AND DEMENTED.
I'M ASKING FOR SUPPORT FROM MY CLOSEST HOMIES TO HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE TO FIGURE OUT ALTERNATIVE WAYS OF LIVING AND DEALING BECAUSE THIS SH*T RIGHT HEAR IS TRULY FOR THE BIRDS. I'M GONE...
http://www.Myspace.com/djdomino415
http://www.MySpace.com/djkapikoo
SOMETHIN MY FOLKS POSTED -
I'M SITTING WIDE AWAKE ON AN EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEELING SHELL-SHOCKED BY THE FACT THAT I'VE LOST ONE OF MY BRO BROS. I HAVE TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I CAN'T SLEEP. THE IMAGES OF HIS BRAINS STILL SPLATTERED ACROSS THE PAVEMENT CURRENTLY HAUNT ME. I GUESS THE CITY WORKERS DIDN'T DO A GOOD CLEAN-UP JOB.
ANDREW JOSEPH ELE AKA DRU AKA BIG DADDY AKA SCAN AKA DJ DOMINO AKA KAPIKOO AKA ANDREW DIED ON JUNE 20, 2006 AROUND 11PM. BLOCK MONSTERS CAME THRU AND SENSELESSLY SHOT HIM AND HIS BROTHER IN COLD BLOOD. WHAT REASON, WE MAY NEVER KNOW. REGARDLESS OF WHY - WE KNOW TODAY THAT ANOTHER YOUNG MAN OF COLOR IS GONE.
THINK AS PARENT HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO HAVE TO BURY YOUR CHILD. THINK AS A PARTNER HOW IT WOULD FEEL IF YOU HAD TO BURY YOUR COMPANION. THINK AS SIBLING HOW WOULD IT FEEL IF YOU HAD TO BURY YOUR BROTHA. THINK AS A STRANGER HOW IT WOULD FEEL IF YOU HAD TO BURY ANOTHER HUMAN OF THIS EARTH.
DRU WAS MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER - MY COMRAD FROM ANOTHER MOVEMENT. MY SPIRIT HAS MISSED HIM THE MOMENT NANCY MADE THE CALL.
I REMEMBER WRITING DRU LETTERS WHILE HE WAS LOCKED IN LOG CABIN - I REMEMBER HIM FOCUSING ON HIS DJ HYPE - HE WANTED TO BE THE SICKEST REGGAE/DANCEHALL, REGGAETON, OLDIES DJ THEIR IS AND HE WAS. HE WAS JUST BEGINNING TO MAKE HIS BIG BREAK. DRU COULD TALK SHIT BETTER THAN ANY OLD JOE AND HE COULD THROW BONES QUICKER THAN ANY MATHMETICIAN. HE HAD IT DOWN TO A SCIENCE (ALL THOSE MONTHS IN LOG CABIN HELPED HIM PERFECT HIS CRAFT). HE COULD AND WOULD TELL YOU WHICH DOMINO YOU WERE PLAYING BEFORE YOU PLAYED IT. THERE'S WAS NEVER A POINT TO BLUFF. HE SAW RIGHT THROUGH BULLSHIT.
DEATH AND LOSS IS ALWAYS SUCH A HARD THING TO EXPERIENCE. THE HUMAN SPECIE'S EGO CANNOT REALLY HANDLE IT AND MODERN SOCIETY HAS STRIPPED US OF MOST OF OUR TOOLS TO DEAL WITH IT. SO WE WONDER AS WE WANDER HOW COULD SOMEONE DIE. IT MAKES NO SENSE.
I KNOW DRU'S SPIRIT WILL LIVE ON BECAUSE HE LITERALLY WAS A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER ( HE DID DEFEND HIMSELF & FAMILY IF NEED BE). IF WE WEREN'T ON OUR JOB HE WOULD SHIT TALK US BACK INTO SHAPE. I'MA MISS YOU, BIG DADDY! YOU'RE THE ONLY MUTHAFUCKA BESIDES MY POPS THAT I CALLED DADDY! WHAT PRIVILEGE!
TO THE PHUCKERS THAT SHOT HIM AND HIS BROTHER. I HOPE THEY GET HELP BECAUSE KARMA IS A B*TCH IN ACTION AND AN AVENGER DURING TIMES OF ANGUISH. LET THIS BE A WAKE UP CALL TO SOCIETY, THE GOVERNMENT, AND DEMIREPUBPOLITICIANS THAT DISFUNCTIONALISM IS NOT A WAY TO SUSTAIN A PEOPLE. TO THE LARGER COMMUNITY, NOTICE THAT POVERTY KILLS COMMUNITIES WHICH MEANS WAKE UP, FOLKS AND BEGIN (IF YOU AREN'T ALREADY) TO FIGHT AGAINST THE INJUSTICE YOU ARE WRONGFULLY BEING GIVEN. MY BRO BROS DEATH IS BIGGER THAN SOME YOUNG HOMIES TRYNA ACT HARD. ITS BIGGER THAN THIS RANT I'M POSTING. OUR SOCIETY'S WAY OF LIVING IS SICK AND DEMENTED.
I'M ASKING FOR SUPPORT FROM MY CLOSEST HOMIES TO HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE TO FIGURE OUT ALTERNATIVE WAYS OF LIVING AND DEALING BECAUSE THIS SH*T RIGHT HEAR IS TRULY FOR THE BIRDS. I'M GONE...
