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R.i.p Little Brother....
rest in peice to my little nigga//
who caught the stray slug from that fake thug that pulled the trigga// but why must I cry till my tears run dry// the questioning of my faith that my fears supply// the fact that I dont know what tomorow brings// the echo in the halls when my sorrow sings// the hate in my hart that which I refuse to loose grasp// the fact I lost my little brother just way to fast// I still smell the gun smoke when I past the corner of 108th// were past bloods, crips, and latin kings all met there fate// were my brother took his last steps before entering hevens gates// the place were we used to roll dice thats were my dogs met// it was already so hard growing up in the babylon projects// a place were the cops barely ever come past// but mabe my little brothers is just resting at last// so rest in peice my little nigga// "for Jermaine" |
word, looks like this was a deep flow... i was feeling this yo.. keep it coming
get at me on PM's.. holla |
nice look 187
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no doubt yo, anytime.
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