| A TRIBUTE TO MUNK Who is Munk? Well, it's hard to say. He died so young. I guess the best way to describe him is that...he is just a memory that pervades the lives of those who knew him. A feather that floated through the whimsicle breeze, gosimer that found no wings. He'll never be more than what he is, and, maybe...who knows...maybe that's enough. Munk died on June 5, 1999, on a city street outside of Denny's Restaurant of a gunshot wound to the head. He died because he was a decent kid in a poor, hard neighborhood that forced him to stand his ground, who wrote poetry and made rap music and looked forward to the future and his day in the Sun...and thoght the whole World was like him. Too bad, he'll never have a chance to find out what the whole World is like! The most he'll ever find out is what he knew that l last night on the fatal streets of Richmond. For what it's worth, Munk didn't just die that night in Richmond. His body might have past into another dimention, but not his spirit. He lives with us today, because he left behind...Munk...in lyrics that spell out his life, and possibly, even his death. |