A Remedy For My Thoughts
Reblogged from smokewithmirrors
“Pac stood up, and it’s the first thing you heard him say in like, two weeks of court. ‘You know, your honor, throughout this entire court case, you haven’t looked me or my attorney in the eye once. It’s obvious that you’re not here in the search for justice, so therefore, there’s no point in me asking for a lighter sentence. I don’t care what you do cause you’re not respecting us, this is not a court of law; as far as I’m concerned, no justice is being served here, and you still can’t look me in the eye. So I say, do what you wanna do, give me whatever time you want, because I’m not in your hands, I’m in God’s hands.” Whew.. You can cut the tension in the courtroom with a knife. It moved the whole side of the prosecution. I didn’t say it like Pac said it; the way Pac said it, everybody’s eyes in the courtroom watered up, nobody could speak for a minute. Whew.. Brave motherfucker yo.” -Shock G
(Source: goongothacked)
