( 1994 )
DEVANTÈ.
I've been sitting in this chair, watching this attorney try to persuade the jury and judge that I was guilty for murder, coming up with all kind of crazy scenarios and accusations for the past twenty minutes. It was becoming exhausting. I glanced over at my lawyer who just gave me a reassuring grin then focused my attention back on the lies being told about me.
"He's a street thug that just so happened to be granted a record deal", the attorney stated, pointed toward me and all of the jury's eyes fell on me. Luckily I had been wearing a long-sleeve to conceal my tattoos or else this would've been almost believable.
My lawyer quickly stood up from his chair, "Objection, Your Honor! Inflammatory."
"Sustained. Counsellor, state facts. Not judgments. That's my job", the judge said from the bench, and the people chuckled while I sat there, frustrated that he had even had the floor this long. The man was prejudice and to me, it was unfair that he even got his position to go against me. But then again, that's America for you.
The attorney excused himself, walking back to his seat since he had obviously ran out of things to say. Eventually, it was time for witnesses to come to the stand. One of them happened to be Mike, who stood with his right hand up and left hand on the Bible to take the oath then sat down.
My lawyer, Bryan, began to walk over to Mike, his hands clasped together as he spoke, "You're pretty good friends with Donald, correct?"
"That is correct. He's actually my best friend, sir", Mike said, leaning toward the mic.
Bryan nodded, "Right. And by any chance did Donald come to you with any problems or concerns about anyone he had been affiliated with?"
"Yes. He reached out to me countless times about Suge Knight", Mike replied and the jury began to whisper amongst each other.
Bryan continued, "And what was it about Suge Knight that caused concern or upset Donald, Mr. Tyson?"
"Well, Donald's a good kid. He grew up in church and isn't really the party kind of guy people assume that he is. He's a...homebody. So, when he started hangin' out with Suge, he was forced to attend wild parties with him, have sex with random women in order to be accepted into his crew...all that kind of stuff. Harmless, right? But I noticed things had started to get out of hand when Donald called me upset, sayin' that Suge had basically attempted to bully him out of puttin' his name on the work he did for Death Row so he wouldn't get any royalties. And that moment, I knew Suge would do anything for money because he actually considered Donald his friend. He had already been holdin' out on givin' Donald his check for the Above The Rim soundtrack. We waited months before goin' up there to get it and he was reluctant about handin' it over, pretendin' that there was no money for Donald and tellin' him 'That's how we handle business over here.' I seen him bully Donald with my own eyes, so I stepped in and spoke up for him. That's when Suge pulled a gun out on me", Mike confessed and the jury gasped, whispering amongst each other once again.
Bryan cupped his chin between his thumb and index finger, "A gun." He turned toward the jury, speaking directly to them, "Suge Knight pulled a gun out on Mr. Tyson for standing up for Donald, who was too frightened to stand up for himself. Now tell me, does Donald sound like a 'street thug' to you? Or is this 'street thug' actually Suge Knight?" They remained silent, thinking about what he had said and I could tell they were all gradually leaning toward my side, thanks to Mike. Bryan averted his gaze back onto Mike, "Mr. Tyson, tell us what happened the night of the shooting."

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