Five Thirteen Page #8

- Officer:
Get down on the ground!

- Get on the ground now!

NOW!

Tre:
You gonna

be all right, bro.

No, Mike.

I gotta take care

of you, bro.

You can't go!

Just fight it,

fight it, bro!

Fight it!

I need an ambulance!

I need an ambulance!

Come on, bro.

I'm supposed

to take care of you.

Oh, God.

Oh, come on, bro.

Look at me,

look at me!

No!

Wake up!

IJ"

IJ"

Tre:
I still never really figured out

what they meant by the code 5-1-3.

For what I understand

or believe it to be,

it's the name the Feds used

when dealing with this operation.

When I looked it up, it read:

"When a bullet comes

out the barrel of a gun,

it comes out at 513 degrees

Fahrenheit."

I found it to be ironic.

That they arrested

my brother on 5/13.

Looking back, I never

questioned how or why

the feds were putting so much

pressure on me to help them.

They held my brother over

my head like a dangling carrot,

knowing that my brother

was innocent.

After a four-and-a-half

year full-on investigation,

the district attorney's office dropped

all charges against my brother.

A matter of which

I knew nothing about.

And so the trap was laid.

I would sign the deal that would

ultimately cause bullets to fly

and lives to be lost.

The day my brother

walked into that store,

the bait was set and

5-13 was born.

Lisa, the girl who

shot my brother...

Just a civilian touched

by the air of confusion.

Me, I thought I was smarter

that everyone.

I didn't realize that I was, in fact,

the metaphor of the dog

who ran in circles chasing his tail

only to be stopped by

his own fatigue.

And when I open my eyes,

I saw a pregnant girlfriend.

I figured out something,

though.

You have to be

careful of the deals you sign,

because it's true what they say.

What comes around

goes around.

IJ"

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