I had not heard of PnB Rock before his spilled blood made the
headlines. But his blood was familiar in the ways it spread like Nipsey’s.
Rivered like Pop Smoke. Leaked like Biggie. Gushed like
Big L. Drained out like Pac. Made a surprise exit like Young
Dolph’s. Left his body only to find temporary shelter on the
floor in Roscoe’s while his lover and his daughter witnessed
its eviction.
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