For ten days, he lay in a hospital bed, his face swollen beyond recognition, his jaw wired shut. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t speak, couldn’t rap. But in the dark, with the morphine wearing off, he whispered to himself—a broken, guttural promise: If I walk out of here, they’re gonna have to kill me twice.
While sitting in the backseat of a friend's car outside his grandmother's home in South Jamaica, Queens, a gunman approached and fired nine shots from a 9mm handgun. 50 cent gunshot wound