2 weeks later Dre told us the truth and we accepted his apology. Dre's pager went off and he told the driver to stop and pull over. we waited an hour then went outside. dre was crying his eyes out. "I-it's T. He's dead". I stood there shocked I broke down. "It's my fault I should've brought him with me." everybody but yella was crying. yella was shocked. he got the chills then say down on the grass. "h-how he die." my dad asked. "he got in a fight. the nigga he fought broke his neck and tore his lungs" dre said while wiping his tears. "just know bro we gon always be brothers. you got us only us." we all got in a group hug. We cancelled the show in Houston and flew to Compton so we can attend the cremation and funeral of T. "he was my lil bro. we did everything together we never gave up on each other it's my fault ma I should've brought him with me ma" dre said while hugging his mom. we stood to the side wearing our NWA gear. he walked to us and we walked out the crematorium side by side. I love you Bestfriend. you'll always be with us T. rest easy my nigga
