24 Hours To Live • Eazy-E

Prologue

1992

The next morning I woke up and completed
my daily morning routine. Brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash, took a shower, and ate a quick bowl of cereal.

On my way out the door I checked my pager and noticed that I have a lot of unread messages that I didn't get to read.

Everything's good... they never found out who did it.

Then I noticed three older white men near my car. They look suspicious, then one approached me.

"Eric Lynn Wright?" he asked.

"Yeah. What do you want?"

He took a few steps closer and flashed his badge. "You're under arrest for first degree murder. Let's go, you're coming with us."

Another cop handcuffed and shoved me in the back of their car. Someone obviously ratted me out, and LAPD made my mom tell them where I live.

One week later
United States Courthouse

Jerry was able to get me a lawyer, I mean it's the least he can do after running Dre and Cube away. I know I don't have a chance in Hell, but at least I have a battle.

I have a great support team. My mom, Tomica, Jerry, and Yella... they're all here in court with me. I'm fucked but it would've been a lot worse if they found out about my other "activities."

I spent a week in jail, and now I found myself sitting in the United States Courthouse along with my lawyer, who's currently working his ass off for me.

I just sat there with my head down, while listening to the judge. There's nothing to say besides the fact I fucked up. And I just hope and pray that my lawyer works a miracle.

"I find your crime serious considering the fact that you committed first degree murder, at a time when California is already going through a tragedy, which is the Rodney King beating. An act of gravity of which you Mr. Wright, should clearly understand...."

The guy is good but not good enough.
According to what the judge is saying, even
he can't get me out of this one.

Well, they finally have a verdict and the judge stood up. I'm shitting bricks.

"Eric Lynn Wright. For your crime against the people of this city, and of this great country... this court hereby sentences you capital punishment."

"No don't kill my baby!" my mom yelled "please don't kill him! This is a mistake, Eric is my child! Please don't kill him!"

I felt a lump in my throat and I kept my head down while a few officers escorted me out.

I look back and I see Tomica crying and trying her best to console my mom.

"I love you," I mouthed on my way out.

                                            -
San Quentin State Prison

"Let's go Wright. You have a visitor," said one of the guards.

I was escorted to the visiting area and took a seat. I had a bad morning but once I saw her,
I instantly flashed a smile.