TILL DEATH DO US PART, RIGHT?

Further down da line

I had jus got back from da sto' as I get in front of my crib

BOOM! BOOM!
Two gun shots let off. I feel my chest get hot n start to tingle.

Soon comin to realize I had got shot.

Fallin to my knees "GLO! I GOT SHOT!" I scream for my olda brudda.

Well he like a brudda to me. He took me in when I ain have shi.

Not a penny to my name or his at da time. N he still helped me back up.

From a crawl to a step atta time. He raised me n took care'a me.

He let me depend on him. Ain nobody Eva treated me da way he do.

Now on my back lookin up at da sky.

Glo run out da house wit pole lookin 'round
"JORDAN! LOOK AT ME, MANE!." Im losin sight now everythang blurry.

"Jordan! what I got round my head?" He asks calmly.

On his knees lookin ova me. He been thru dis many times.

He'a only be worried if I ain make it n he ain gon let dat happen.

I try my hardest to focus my eyes. "A... red... ban...dana." I say weak as ever.

"What I got on my face, Jordan." He says eyes big. Tryin to keep me awake by keepin my mind occupied

I sigh feelin weaker as time passed. "Glasses" I say tryin to focus on my breathin. I cough.

"Jordan. Keep yo eyes on me, mane. Keep yo eyes on me, brudda" he repeat in his thick ATL accent.

"Now breath. Inhale, mane"
I inhale

"Na' exhale, mane"
I exhale.

Soon enough I hear ambulance sirens.
He stuff pole in his pants.
Lord know it ain legal.

Da niggas in da ambulance rush out wit da stretcha.

Next thang I kno I'm in da ambulance. Glo right on my side.

Dey start sticking IV'S and machines in my body. Next thang Ik everythang numb in my body. Ion feel shi.

Dey pop da bullet out. I had only knew dis cuh buddy ahh.

"I got the bullet out, successfully." One of da docta's say feelin accomplished.

Buddy ahh a tweak, i think to myself.
I laugh a lil.

Quickly shuttin da shi down da pain comin back in my stomach. I scrunch up my face in discomfort.

How I get hea. U may'a wondered. Lemme take u way back when...