2K6: Tragedy in the Hood
by Scott Sedar
are the parents of southeast. Xerxes, the king, son of Darius, picked
us cuz we’re the best ones to watch over this rich and golden
mansion on the hill. When are Xerxes and his street soldiers coming
back to the ghetto? Our hearts are full with sadness because the
only young men we have are gone. And nobody, not the mailman or
the newspaper, is telling us anything. People are complaining because
they don’t know what’s going on.
CHORUS: We fear
that our king is dead. Yeah, I said it . . . dead. We are waiting
alone, but we still have our Queen Atossa. She has everything a
queen is supposed to have – beauty, strength, and plenty of
change in her pocket. And when I say change, I mean she’s
wealthy. If I was her, I would spend all of Darius’s money.
She is like a soldier that never gets knocked down and believe me
when I say it. She ne-ver gets knocked down just like her husband,
the late King Darius.
Darius never let anything put him down. He was a wonderful king.
He wouldn’t let swords take him down. Everyone of his fellow
people loved him. He wanted everyone in Southeast to be treated
with respect and equality.
King’s mother, Queen Atossa, stands! Southeast, y’all
need to bow at her feet, then rise with one voice and salute her.
Hail our Queen! The noblest woman in all of D.C., Darius’s
wife and Xerxes’s mother.
ATOSSA: I hear
y’all in here bragging about Darius and me. All the stuff
you said about Darius is true. If you threw him in a chamber and
fed him to a lion, Darius would still get up and say it’s
all good. When I go to sleep, I can see him calling me from the
heavens above. He says, “Atossa, Atossa, my beloved queen.
I can see you and you can see me. Make sure you know something bad
is about to happen.” Tell me, chorus, what is he talking about?
Did something bad happen in the war? Is something going to happen
to the people and soldiers of Southeast?
CHORUS: We haven’t
heard a word. But, we can tell you how Xerxes and his soldiers left.
They stormed through big cities and counties, including PG County
and Baltimore. Xerxes’s street soldiers flowed eastward in
their Cadillacs and H2 Hummers and ridin’ on motorcycles by
the thousands. The footmen from Trenton Park, Barry Farms, Wahler
Place were marching in his stiff ranks of war.
master of weapons and armor was a sight to harden the soul. Shaq’s
tank moved rife with death. Jamal was a brave sniper, a fearless
assassin. Tony’s four humvees rode in his firm control.
CHORUS: On the
Anacostia, more of Xerxes’ men gathered – Delante, Michael,
Shawn, and Will. Those skilled gunmen marched with the rest of the
street soldiers. Four army vehicles advanced, filling every person’s
face with fear. Xerxes and his men vowed to bring their enemies
CHORUS: We watched
the pride of Southeast, our young men, march away. Our land that
raised them, now grieves with serious thoughts. Man, we count each
empty day and their long delay. Since Xerxes led his destroying
ranks over the Anacostia and through Maryland, against the whole
earth. The darkness was in his eyes as his thousands advanced.
my son and his soldiers went to fight their enemies, every night
dreams come to me. Last night, I had a vision of Xerxes getting
hurt in a car accident. Listen, two women nicely dressed, one in
gothic style and one in hip hop clothes appeared. One was from Southeast
and one was from Southwest. These two seemed suspicious. Somehow
they provoked each other into a fight. My son broke them up and
pulled them into his car and drove off. The gothic woman cooperated,
but, the hip hop woman tried to break her way out of the car. My
son looked back and crashed the car because he wasn’t paying
attention. The car got smashed in the front, which made Xerxes fall
out of the car. That was such a dream last night. When I got up,
I washed my face and took a shower. Then I went to church and prayed
for someone to save me from evil. As I prayed, I sat by the window
watching. An eagle flew past my house, I was shocked with terror.
Then a pigeon on steroids came and grabbed the eagle with its claws
by the head. The eagle was flapping his wings, but, it stayed there,
not resisting the pigeon, leaving itself to scars.
signs are very unusual and make me think with dread. If my son fights,
he will be the talk of the town. But if he fails, they will hold
him accountable. Winner or loser – he is still the king of
Southeast. My husband is dead. I wish he wasn’t dead cuz I
need a little help. It is so bad.
CHORUS: It shouldn’t
be that hard.
ATOSSA: O God, there is too much going on right about now. Somebody
needs to pray for me or help me. Man this is really starting to
be very irritating cuz I have to deal with my husband being dead,
my son in the war, and these bad dreams. I’m shook.
we would not speak to make you scared. Neither will we raise your
hopes up. Pray humbly to the gods and ask them to get rid of the
evil omens you saw, and to fulfill the good for you, your son, and
your friends. Tell them demons to stay the heck back. Next, you
must visit Darius’s grave. Pour out a little for him and beg
him to send you and Xerxes a blessing from the underworld. All your
bad dreams will go away. Hopefully everything will be o.k.
Y’all understand what I am trying to say. I awoke this morning
at dawn and the sky was red. A lucky omen. Now, my house and I are
filled with hope. Y’all are the first to give me guidance
in what to do after having these crazy dreams. I hope for the best.
I will take some time this afternoon to do what you told me to do.
But, tell me, what is everyone on the street saying? Where do my
son’s enemies live?
far into Maryland, where the sun sets.
why was my son so pressed to get rid of some of those people over
they once jumped someone from Southeast. Some small beef is the
cause of everything that happens.
ATOSSA: Do they
have a good army? Are they skilled at guns?
they killed all of southwest. But, fighting’s more of their
thing than guns. They use pit bulls, brass knuckles, rocks, bricks,
and sticks, other than that, no guns.
have loads of jewelry and a lot of drugs to sell.
they skilled in archery?
they fight dirty.
who is their master?
They ain’t servants.
a master, can these enemies fight and protect themselves?
They jumped Xerxes and his whole army.
news will scare the mothers of Southeast whose sons are street soldiers.
CHORUS: If I’m
not mistaken, the truth will come out and there will be no way to
ATOSSA: I feel
bad for the people in the army.
CHORUS: If I’m
right, you gon’ find out the truth. The messenger coming is
a for real Southeast courier. He’s gon’ give us good
everybody, sorry to burst y’all bubble, but it’s over!
Almost everybody’s dead. Dang, the streets of Southeast! Our
beloved army was caught with its pants down. One bad thing makes
the whole city bad. One thing destroys one person’s happiness.
All the youth have fallen. And the only way to get to the good news
is to tell the whole truth!
to the sadness and sorrow again! Dang, dang, dang!
All hope is lost. Xerxes’s soldiers came from the roughest
and nastiest parts of the hood. Most of ‘em suffered, yet
I see the truth, and hope is suddenly coming back cuz some of them
did they survive?
was there man. I can recap it for you detail for detail.
crying out loud, we made a mistake fighting the enemies. But, mourn
all you want. We went strong, we died strong. That’s it. The
enemies were also strong in their hands, their guns, and those fists
coast, alleys, parks of Maryland and all the neighborhoods are full
way they fought us, made us go straight to the hospital.
fists, cadillacs, humvees, and soldiers were no good. They were
better. They just messed us up.
CHORUS: Is this
what fate brought us to? What? The gods hate us now?
name is more hateful than Maryland? Maryland, the most hateful name
can ever forget that name? Who can forget how they took our women’s
hope and made them lose their husbands, boyfriends, brothers and
I have kept my mouth closed for a long time. And, I’m afraid
this news is too much. I know we are angry for what happened to
our comrades. But tell the truth, even if you cry, who is dead and
who is not dead? And who should we cry for?
son, Xerxes is still alive.
hearing that Xerxes is still alive is like when Martha Stewart got
out of jail. There is still hope left.
Jamie was seen lyin’ dead in the Anacostia. Brass knuckles
murked Delante and now he be haunting at his auntie’s house.
Anthony, Xerxes’s general, and his crew got messed up. They
got jumped with rocks. There were like twenty thousand men. Some
came out of caddies wit bats man! They had bulldogs! They took them
off the leashes and the dogs started attacking and biting our men.
Those you know who were hurt are Shaq, Jamal, and Tony. Those soldiers
you know who are dead are Michael, Shawn, and Will.
ATOSSA: Oh my
God! This is like the world just ended. Southeast is full of shame.
All of these people are dead. Rewind and tell me, how many cars
and tanks were there that dared to challenge our men.
many cars and tanks as there were, we still could have won the war.
There was like thousands of cars and tanks, not counting the people
that came wit rocks and dogs. Your son, Xerxes, had a thousand men
in front and two thousand and seven in different hiding places.
CHORUS: As much
men as we had, we still lost. We can’t keep these streets
safe by ourselves. The gods need to help us.
safe are you talkin’ about? These streets ain’t safe.
our men are home, it’s safe. But without men, no.
but in the war, who drew first blood?
this dude from Maryland came and told your son that once night time
comes, their army was going to roll out. Xerxes told all his Southeast
leaders, “when the sun goes down, they’re rolling out,
after that we’ll jump them before they do.” Our soldiers
stayed overnight, through morning, and the next day. But, the enemies
still didn’t come. The next day, our soldiers left, and the
enemies came. They blasted their war music and started rapping it.
Soon their crew came out and said, “We are here to fight to
came out with our weapons. They drew first blood. They came on every
side of us. First it was a huge gang. We resisted, but, soon we
were surrounded. We were jammed in between them. Every man was for
himself battling. Suddenly they came from behind us charging. The
town was full of chaos. Everything was broken and torn down. Some
people were dead, some retreated. Soon the sun went down. Everyone
rolled out and the darkness covered the bloody scene. If I could
tell you everything, it would take me more than ten days and ten
nights. But know this, never before in history, in one day, did
so many men die.
ATOSSA: Oh snap!
We are in trouble! It is terrible how all our great men are dead!
Terrible that this great destruction is taking over Southeast Washington,
D.C. and er’body on the block. What’s coming next is
harder than what just happened. What could top that? How we gonna
get stronger to beat all our pains?
there’s more and its horrible. Shut up, I’m not finished!
ATOSSA: My peoples,
this bad stuff I hear is more than we can take. How can there be
more to this awful tragedy?
weight of Southeast has decreased. It is now like food on a tray
getting eaten by every little ant. And, all the trouble should be
blamed on . . . dare I say . . . Xerxes. He has caused all of this
trouble. I don’t mean to give you a heartache. But, I am going
to tell you what happened. He went from city to city and county
to county, destroying high and low. The war is not a tragedy, Xerxes
is. He has caused his own beloved Southeast trouble. He went everywhere
committing terror. He destroyed people’s hopes, statues, churches,
and he even killed people. The enemies haven’t caused the
war, Xerxes has.
would Xerxes and his army cause all of this trouble?
CHORUS: He destroyed
everything in sight.
the war got worse. Ok, our army was in they hood ya know. So they
came at us like it was War of the Worlds 2. But, we was packin’
and we would punish ‘em in a minute. That was a fatal mistake.
When we was wreckin, summin’ went wrong. The heavens hated
us for some reason.
was all around us man, taking up the whole battlefield. We ain’t
have nowhere to run. First, they threw rocks at us. Then, they threw
‘em harder. And then, at last they came at us wreckin’
and stealin’ us, cuttin’, stabbin’ us, ‘till
the last man was standing. Xerxes saw the gory disturbing images
of people dying, yelling, bleeding, never forgetting what had happened.
He saw his elite force being dominated. It’s sad. He retreated
quickly with his army, tryin’ to get them outa there.
he done crushed our hopes. Those soldiers that passed at the battlefield
wasn’t enough. Man, Xerxes gave us a loss and pain, instead
of a win and gain. Xerxes did not bring revenge, but a world of
suffering. Tell me what happened to the soldiers who got away. Where’d
they go? Do you know anything for sure?
was left of our crew suffered a horrifying loss, thirsty, starved,
exhaustion, loss of blood. Some of them struggled to get to a corner
store, where they bought water and stuff. Some got to Kenny’s
cousin’s house, half dead, beggin’ for food. Most of
‘em died from being hungry or thirsty. Man, most people was
praying to the gods. They prayed uncountable times.
soldiers started to cross the Douglass Bridge. Those who crossed
the bridge before the sun rose again survived. Those who waited,
had waited too long. The sun came out, they tried to run, the traffic
got tied up and they got hit by cars. Fords, Cadillacs, Porsches,
Hondas, BMW’s breakin bones and stuff. The people’s
that saw watched, astonished and in shock. So our block was weepin’
cuz of the soldiers that died. I’m keepin’ it real with
you, but I ain’t done yet. Your son survived, with his clothes
torn, blood drawn, tears shed, army no more – gone into the
they done messed our army up. O vivid dream that lit the darkness!
Those dreams warned me of disaster. You didn’t tell how bad
this actually was. Y’all told me to pray and I’m going
to pray. Then, I’m gonna beg to Darius. What has been done,
is done, can’t do nothin’ about that. But, I’m
going to sacrifice anyways, hoping that a little bit of time will
get us back on top. Man, y’all need to get it together. If
my son gets here while I’m out, make him feel at home in our
mansion. If you don’t, he’ll feel worse than before.
done messed up man. The streets are filled with grieving people.
The women and young girls are crying a river. And young, new brides
are crying because their new grooms have died. Their hearts are
broken and we just about as sad as they are. There are people accusing
Xerxes in the street – accusing him of the war he started,
the people he got killed, the pain he caused us. A whole lot of
people are blaming him. No more cursing, the people of Southeast
shall have freedom.
Don’t ya’ll kids know about struggling? This struggle
we go through is like a tsunami. We shouldn’t be feeling this;
we should be treated fairly. But instead we fear for everything
that comes around the corner.
Those who have
felt the pain know dis:
blow windows out and every life dat is taken, a new one is brung
into the world, and every new life brings terror and downfall and
hope and faith. It’s like the Titanic when it hit the iceberg,
then, when you feel better it’s like you won the lottery.
My head is filled with this unnecessary mess. I have this bad news
in my head that messed up my mind.
This means I
must bring nice things for Darius. These things will soothe him,
even though he’s nothing but a soul. I bring him jerseys,
Jordans, mostly everything that starts with a “J.” And
more gifts: flowers, pictures of him and the family, and a big heart
balloon. With these gifts, we will bring my man back from the dead.
Now, I want ya’ll people to help me. As I pour a little drink
out, to sink into the greedy ground, I want ya’ll to say some
words to the people down below.
CHORUS: We got
Wake up, black
For me, your sons, and your motha.
For me, you will see,
Darius, wake up!
We know you hear us, boy. Get up!
We need you to help us, all right?
We love you Darius, and you need your sleep,
But just get up!
Come and get those eye boogers out your eyes...
We need to believe you have the answers.
Our gifts are
fried chicken, for good lickin’
baked potatoes or tomatoes
and a large ice tea-lemonade mix,
and maybe a box of Kix.
She wants her
husband to rise from the dead
So he can kiss her in the head
And then they’ll lay in the bed
Just remembering what life was like before he was dead.
She says, hey
guys, help me say a chant.
I want my man back to pay the rent
and my child support.
The guys say, “We’ll help you girl—
It ain’t no thing but a chicken wing.”
We see fearless
people who have fearless souls that are sent to hell. Come back,
man. Come back with your favorite outfit, bro’man. Wear the
suit with the Now & Later gators, the black and red 23’s
and those nice hoodies, and the gold chain that says “The
king is here” and one silver diamond earring.
DARIUS: I hear
you, Dawg. Don’t be scared, it’s me—your homie,
your dawg, Darius. I’m back like Cracker Jack.
Why is my land
shot up and beat down? I see my wife sitting here crying, while
pouring this wine out on my tomb. You’re at my grave site
weeping. Help my spirit. Hurry up and say what you got to say. I’m
about to leave, cause I need my sleep.
Darius. We got so much respect for you we ain’t even gonna
look at you or talk to you. We’re just gonna rise and wipe
our weeping eyes.
sorry, but I just can’t stare at a royal face. I just got
too much love for you, man.
fools, get up! You want to beg and plead, but you guys need to hurry
up and tell me what you want to say.
if you tell us to, we’ve got to much respect to look you in
baby, talk to me. In a normal voice, not in pain. People are crying
on the face of the earth. I just want to say SILENCE. And my ears
grow with my years. Atossa, go ahead and talk, because they ain’t
making no sense.
you’re happy, your friends will be happy. You’re just
blessed like that. You’re good, you’re lucky, you’re
like the sun—you shine. You have lived long years in Southeast.
We admired you then, and death hasn’t hurt you not one bit.
But I hear you. I’ll be brief, so hear me out. Our neighborhood
how? Was it a hurricane or the bird flu? Or did our boys all kill
but our boys went out looking for trouble, and they found it.
to me—which of my sons went out looking for a fight?
do you think? It was that hothead Xerxes. When he gets crazy, can’t
nobody stop him.
fool! Did he drive or take the subway?
ATOSSA: He did
both. He kind of advanced. He tried to take over all of D.C. and
did he get so many of his boys across the river?
ATOSSA: He blocked
up the whole Douglass bridge.
outta here—you’re lying. Took out the whole bridge?
Now that’s winning. That’s my boy!
what he did. Some god must have helped him.
have made him lose his mind.
ATOSSA: He lost
his mind and more. You should see how much he lost.
DARIUS: So where
are his boys at? The ones you cried for?
out. They got hit from all directions in this land of death.
out? Was our OG’s killed with their Glocks to the last homie?
land is as empty as a popcorn bag.
youngens died. A great army is gone, basically the bouncers of the
land, to keep us safe.
Terrace, Barry Farms, all of Southwest. Our best youngens, they’re
all dead. This mess ain’t even fair.
DARIUS: To my
li’l boy, who’s a punk, to lose all my gangstas.
bama alone, we hear. With just a few others—
the hex happened to him? Is that fool dead too?
ATOSSA: He knows
he done messed up, but he’s still kickin’. He got back
across the bridge and made it to the big chair.
DARIUS: He back
ATOSSA: He a-ight.
DARIUS: I knew
it would happen, but I never thought it would be so quick! Everything
I ever did wrong, I’m being punished for now, by my stupid
son. Well, the gods know what they’re doing, even if they’re
breaking my heart. But Xerxes, he don’t know what he’s
doing, and can’t nobody tell him.
I worked hard
for everything I ever had, worked overtime and weekends, too. And
now Xerxes, who never worked at anything but some little summer
job, he comes and blows up all my dreams. He think he big. He think
he bad. He think he can run the whole hood and the whole city, too.
He think he can run the Maryland people’s business. But he
done thought too big, and now it’s all gone.
just a young fool. He listened to all that he-say, she-say about
how his daddy was a big man and he was nobody. Behind his back they
were saying that Xerxes a punk, cuz he ain’t never won a fight
and he never made his own money. He listened too much to everybody
talking about him.
he just went and blew up the whole world. It’s like a hurricane,
a tsunami, and 9-11 all over again. In a few years they’ll
be making a movie, and Xerxes will be the bad guy. Our whole history
is gone, and we have to start over again.
the first leader of the gang, then it was his homeboy Tony, who
was the smart one, then Tommy was the third. Then finally it was
my turn to take over. I had me a lot of homies and we had a lot
of shootouts that I led, but man, I never let my neighborhood look
like this. Xerxes, man, he’s young...well, basically he’s
stupid. He forgot everything I taught him.
Darius, what will happen? How do we take everything that’s
gone wrong and make it right again? How will we fight back?
DARIUS: By not
fighting at all. Even if it’s ten of us on five of them. We
got to mind our own business and stick to our own streets. We can’t
win when we fight on a strange block. Even the streets fight against
do you mean? How do the streets fight against us?
their neighborhood. They know where everything is. They have buildings
and houses and corner stores, and they know the places they can
hide. The know all the hiding spots.
we still have lots of friends. We can get guns and there’s
more young soldiers left out there who know how to fight.
even the ones that are still alive won’t make it back home
in one piece.
Can’t we go back the way we came?
Xerxes is king, and when kings do something they do it big. This
isn’t some small thing, like he parked his car in the bus
stop. Xerxes messed up big time. He went through every neighborhood
for miles around and burned their churches and robbed their carry-outs
and wrote “Xerxes was here,” on every building. Nobody
is going to want to forgive him. He even disrespected their grandmothers.
Whenever people hear his name in D.C. or Maryland or even Virginia,
all they’re going to think about is revenge.
he was so big that the rules didn’t matter for him. He was
just too full of himself. He got greedy. So he broke the rules and
broke the law and sinned before God and man. Now the only thing
we can do for him is be sorry about all he did wrong.
you my wife, you his mother. Go home and get him some good clothes.
He can’t look all tore up. Say something nice to him. Only
his mother’s voice can get through to him now.
Now I gotta
go back to the underworld. Ya’ll better enjoy life while you
got it because, believe me, death ain’t nothin’.
Exit GHOST OF
CHORUS: I hear
my people suffering. My poor people. And it’s only going to
ATOSSA: I need
to pray. Lord! I come to you right now. My heart done been hurt
many times, but this just takes the cake. To see my son looking
all raggedy. He got some jacked up clothes on his body. I’m
going to get that Old Navy outfit he took pictures in. My boy about
to look hip. I’ma get ready to help my baby when he needs
Darius was lookin’ over the hood, man we was gettin’
money. No other hood could touch us and we had respect. Darius ruled
over Southside like he was a godfather of the Italians. He got what
he wanted all the time. That man got all the other hoods wit us
without even leavin the Southside! Trenton Park, Yuma Street, 4th
Street and Atlantic. Congress Park, Condon Terrace, MLK and everywhere.
Mothers popped their sons’ lips for using his name in vain.
Anybody he saw
starting too hard or shining too bright, he put ‘em in check.
But all that’s
gone now. Without Darius, we’re weak, and the hood is taking
us under. Trust and believe we’re all goin’ out like
nothin’ in here.
his clothes torn, with one or two soldiers.
it dirty how fate keeps plotting on me behind my back. When bullets
is flying, where’s my refuge? Cry now, for the death that
destiny has put me up against without warning. My legs are shaking,
I’ve frozen up at the sight of all the dead youngens. Oh God!
I wish I was dead too.
not you we’re sorry for. It’s all those youngens you
It’s all those no-limit soldiers whose blood you spilled.
And all those men—I forget their names
Who got killed for nothing, what a shame.
A rack of our best young men got shot
By other gang’s macs and TECs and glocks.
Their shotguns and pistols brought us to a halt
And all we know is—Xerxes, it’s your fault.
hates me and pities me, so they don’t even listen tome for
acting a fool. I deserve it, I know. I’m hated all over.
You just gettin’ back? Yeah, that music you hear sounds all
sad. We welcome you back with funeral music.
don’t have to rub it in. I’m sadder than you can ever
know. All my money and happiness have left me and sadness has replaced
hood cries with sorrow. Her heart is broken and her voice is sore;
She’s crying because her sons went off to war.
is a blood harvest upon our land. Everywhere I’ve ever been,
there’s nothing left but a murder scene.
on, tell us what happened. We want to know the whole story. Where
are all the tightest people that stood by you when you needed them?
Where are Markus and Reggie, Disheka, James and Brittany, the kings
and queens of Southeast?
XERXES: I had
to leave them where they died. They’re on the ground, on the
grass near the river. Banged up. Dead on the rocks and dust.
Where are Monae, Luqman, and Maryum? All our VIPs. And Renita, Ashley,
Aaron and Steven? We want to know the details.
didn’t stand a chance. Their dead bodies are watching over
me like a curse.
all our Mos Def youngens went with you. Don’t tell me you
lost Yasmin and Marche? too. Did you leave Nichelle and Shama? and
Antoine dead on the ground too? Man, the D.C. streets gonna be filled
man, with all these questions. Those people were my friends. My
heart is ‘bout broke from all the death and killing. You making
me mad with every memory you give.
there’s more. What happened to our hardcore kingpins—Cherish,
Byonka, Tionna and Bruce? Why aren’t they with you?
were hardcore. But they’re gone now.
So many dead young homies. When will the madness stop?
death, death, death for me. I might just kill myself cuz I was the
cause of this tragedy.
CHORUS: We never
expected this. Everyone was against us, and God too.
we’ll never get over this defeat. Not in a million years.
CHORUS: We are
no longer on top. We’re on the bottom of the bucket.
the one who got us beat. My pride is gone, and shame takes its place.
I lost the greatest army ever.
all our power. Everything is lost.
how messed up I look? I had on a tight outfit when I left. I was
large and in charge. Now I’m small and about two feet tall.
CHORUS: Is there
anything left? Anything at all?
my homies are dead. You need great people to be great. We have no
gotta get down or get laid down. And if you get laid down you neva
gettin’ back up. Did you see the whole thing go down?
XERXES: I couldn’t
do a thing. I had to watch it all, and yet I gets no love.
need to suck it up. What can we say to make you feel better?
nothing anyone can say. I feel worse than I look.
tears of sorrow could fill a book.
all them haters are laughing at us.
driving Benz’s and we’re riding the bus.
XERXES: I got
my best playaz killed and my life is ruined.
CHORUS: We can’t
keep on doin’ what we been doin’
this beef ain’t called for.
streets are full of blood. We don’t want to beef no more.
crying cuz all of my people are dying.
pitiful how we fight each other. It’s a shame when a brother
kills a brother.
down on your knees and beat your chest like King Kong.
CHORUS: If that’s
what you want us to do, we’ll do what you say, man.
in sorrow like there’s no tomorrow.
We weep for us and we weep for you, too. We weep for our whole sad
down and cry like a baby.
crying. Can’t you see our tears?
and weep until you drown in your tears.
CHORUS: Oh boo
hoo hoo. Oh boo hoo hoo.
XERXES: We started
something we couldn’t finish.
CHORUS: We thought
we was killaz and we got killed.
your head against the wall and sing a sad song like at a funeral.
It hurts! It hurts so bad!
the hair out your head
We’re pulling out our hair and beating our fists against our
in sorrow like punks.
CHORUS: We cry
like punks and crybabies.
your clothes off.
CHORUS: Is you
crazy? We pulled the hair from our heads and cried like babies.
Oh dear. Oh dear.
Cry some more.
CHORUS: We cry
and cry and cry and cry.
XERXES: Go to
your homes in a dark corner and cry out loud.
CHORUS: Oh no,
oh no, oh no, oh no.
all cry until the streets are wet with our tears and cars have to
turn on their windshield wipers.
so sad we can’t even walk. It’s like every step we take
is on the grave of someone we loved.
my poor dead soldiers. It was my foolishness and pride that got
with us now, you sorry loser. You used to be our leader and we still
your dawgs. We’ll cry a river of tears to float you back home
to your lonely, empty mansion. You can sit in your room forever
and think about what you did wrong.
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