Flashbacks
"It’s like when I go to sleep now?
He’s just in a lot of my dreams.
When I dream, he’s in ‘em.
I don’t be dreaming most of the time...
sometimes I don’t dream,
but when I dream,
he’s in ‘em.
I don’t think nobody can actually feel what I went through?
Can’t nobody really understand it?
In the hospital I was thinking “I’m still here.”
I wanted to know why I was still here,
because the way that incident was,
I shouldn’t have even been here, either.
For some reason, I was here.
I wound up surviving it.
I wasn’t supposed to.
I didn’t feel for a minute that I was supposed to.
Like, when it happened,
I was like... I wanted to know,
Like religion?
I wanted to know WHY I wound up stayin’?
And then I just started havin’ all these dreams and everything.
It just started messin’ me up.
And I had to get back to . . . .
I had to concentrate on somethin’ else.
So I tried to not think about it so much?
But then, like, every now and then
a memory will come back...
then I can feel it.
It’s like I can still see him bein’ alive.
And then, as soon as I still see him bein’ alive,
I get hit with the reality -- he’s dead.
It’s like right then and there.
As soon as I think about, having flashback of him sayin’ somethin’
or doing something?
It’s like, boom, right back.
He’s dead.
Tense.
And sometimes... since me and him was so close to each other,
I can actually see the grave.
I be up there, like, “Damn! I can see this.”
It’s like I’m inside his head.
I can feel this.
I can feel how it is to be in a grave.
And I didn’t like that.
I don’t like that feeling.
Every now and then, it comes.
It really... it comes.
I be like, “Damn!
I can feel this!”