Scarface – « A Minute To Pray And A Second To Die » – MR Scarface Is Back – (1991)

🎙️ARTIST: Scarface
📣TITLE: A Minute To Pray And A Second To Die
💿ALBUM: MR Scarface Is Back
📆RELEASED: (1991)

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Dans le rayon « StoryTelling » je veux Monsieur Scarface. L’un des meilleurs à avoir toucher un stylo.


Une superbe et longue chanson narrative de Scarface dans laquelle il détaille l’histoire d’un homme se vengeant violemment de ses ennemis après avoir été victime d’une fusillade en voiture, puis finalement tué à la fin de la chanson.

Scarface a parlé du morceau dans une interview avec Complex en 2013 :

Ce titre m’a été apporté par John Bido. L’idée de la chanson était d’écrire un film, de raconter une histoire. Cette chanson m’a donné mon titre de l’un des plus grands conteurs de tous les temps parce que [l’une de mes premières chansons narratives]. C’était l’une de mes meilleures putains d’histoires.


Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why..
His life was took at such an early age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gauge
He used to hustle on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn’t wanna
As he got older, he got even worse
Till a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse
A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle
The brother he was squabbling with, had broke his ankle
Laid him out in the driveway
Some people knew he wouldn’t survive, but hey
I ain’t the one to speak up on another’s
All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother
He chose the wrong way and that’s the route he took
Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook
He had a baby that he couldn’t raise
And she will never see her father again, cause he’s in a grave
I always think about it killer
« My daddy was a dope man, so I’ma be a dope dealer »
How will the family explain it?
« My daughter had a baby for a ‘caine head! »
He ain’t around to see her walk
Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls
Just the thought of a kid living foul fucks me up
When his girl has to raise a BASTARD child
It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her
She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater
She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card
Had a kid, now she’s realizing life is hard
A big time dope dealer’s all she wanted
Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it
The situation’s got me guessing
But the answer remains to be a question
He lived his life in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die

It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was just screaming as he fell to the ground
A woman yelled, get an ambulance
But I knew he was dead, he didn’t stand a chance
You should’ve seen him, he was scared
A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head
He just laid there in silence
And all I heard was the sirens
Paramedics pulled up
Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
Put his ass on the stretcher
But if he survives, I’m willing to betcha
He’ll be out for revenge
They patched him up within a week he was back at it again
Went to his brother on the Northside
Grab your shit, it’s a hit, we’re gonna take a long ride
Packed it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
« Yo you ain’t gonna shoot yet? » « watch me! »
Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun
He shot him
Put his tooly on the front seat
Continued his mission, as he headed down the street
The kids was just staring at each other
J.D. rolled by and smoked black’s brother
Reached in his coat and grabbed a ‘port
Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch
On his way down Cullard
His brother was just dazed in a shock, « Why you do it? »
« Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit »
« haha man fuck that bitch »
Went to the store to use the payphone
Called up Mack, « Hey yo J.D. homey »
Hung it up and rolled down Dagger
Heading for the nigga he was after
By the time he arrived at the scene
Malcolm was ready for anything
He tried to sneak around the back way
Never thought of being taken out on that day
Black boy, black coat
Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
He didn’t fall so he fired
One to the middle of his skull, he’s expired
A whole army came out
Twenty-seven niggas all strapped out of one house
That how it happens in the acre
One nigga died in the park in the paper
Shit gets deeper but why?
I guess you only get a minute to pray,
And a second to die

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