24 Hours To Live • Eazy-E

The Final Twenty-Four | 1

March 14, 1995
San Quentin State Prison

"You're watching KTLA News, home of celebrity news and gossip. The leading story in Hollywood is that one of the pioneers of gangsta rap and leader of the rap group N.W.A, has revealed his scheduled execution date which is March 26, 1995."

"Eazy-E also known as Eric Wright, was charged with first degree murder back in 1992. The rapper was sentenced to death by lethal injection. His execution date is only twelve days away. The rapper has received more than seven thousand calls."

"I can't. I-I can't do this," Tomica muttered while shaking her head.

"Just let me make this right, please."

"I just can't do this Eric. Not here, not now."

"You need to marry me, because I'm not gonna make it through. I want you in charge of everything. My estate, my music, record label, everything."

"I'm sorry wait what? Eric how are we gonna get married? And where? I don't want this... I just want you to come home. That's all I want, more than anything. I am sick and tired of visiting you in prison."

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Alright, well do this for me. Marry me, please. I don't have long and I want to spend my last few days on Earth as your husband."

A tear fell from her left eye. "Okay. But I just... I just want you to know that I love you and I don't want n-none of this. I don't want anything I just, I just w-want you to be here."

She had a hard time speaking and pronouncing her words. As soon as she began to cry and covered her face in her hands, I felt my eyes watering as well.

"Marry me. I love you," I said while our hands intertwined. I'm not supposed to touch her in any way but I don't give a damn at this point.

I've already arranged for us to get married. So
I called in a few favors. My parents are here as well as a preacher. The guards approved it as well.

"Stop crying baby. Everything's gonna be alright."

And at that moment, I felt another tear fall from my eye. I'm trying to stay strong but the more she's breaking down, the more I want to break down.

I held on to her hands tight and encouraged her to open her eyes but she didn't.

"Tomica. Baby I need you to stop crying right now. I love you, I've always loved you. No matter what I've said and done to you in the past, I will always love you. Do you hear me?"

She slightly opened her eyes and nodded.

"I love you too."

"I'm sorry. I know I sound like a broken record but I need to get this shit off of my chest. I'm so, so sorry for all of the negative shit I brought on into your life. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes. I forgive you."

I smiled back and leaned in to give her a kiss. She looked away and wiped her tears. Seconds later, my parents and the preacher approached us.

"Before we do this, I want us to think about all of the good times we had together. What's your favorite memory of our relationship?"

"W-well," she laughed "I remember when I found out that you and Casual are the same person. And when you taught me how to drive and I returned the favor by teaching you how to slow dance."

"Those are your favorite memories? Hell I remember when you was making my ass work for yo ass. A nigga was literally stalking you, just to get you to talk to me."