Graves had starred up to the ceiling trying to hold in what ever organ he still had to hold. Tears were freshly drawn from the kids face. Blood started to form in his mouth muffling the sound of sorry from his mouth.
He quietly prayed for forgiveness in his breath.
Trying to find some peace above the clouds!

Graves had heard the sirens rushing to the scene; he had made one attempt to survive to hold on but slipped away.
No one knows if Graves ever found peace above the cloud only he will know that.

Biggie had ran alone threw the dark alley trying to stay cool and not allow the tears form under his eyes.
He couldn’t help scream from the top of his lungs
Biggie knew Graves was only a kid, and knew Graves death was on Biggies soul for the rest of his life.

J-Q and Buster were not found any where they had packed there bags and ran.
Thinking the feds where right there. Just waiting for them to fuck up!

As the time grew Biggies soul had grown heavier of graves death, he took his own life for forgiveness.