Goodbye
 

It was like a sad song- constantly replaying- no delaying- all I could here was them saying -dunny -was- gone-
I could feel you slip- before they said shit- even now I picture it- as my tears mix- with the ink scribbling over my felt tips
-you was something more to me- then the gully cat with a scully cap and a G.E.D-
So of coarse to me your blessed-and I confide in you when I cant handle the stress-conversation in solitude feeling like my mind is gone- but in the essence I sence your presence and feel you respond-
Aint that something from something- cause I/ have you/ but you died,/ here im alive/ with nothing-
Constantly I still write- and resight- over you grave sight- and collaberate memorabilia-
Go to BROOKLYN once a year and chill with la familia-
yet every year changes just the stages- to familiar- seeing your moms living lonely – I feel like im you when she hold me-
Visit the same block- where the gun popped and left us covered in blood both shot-should it be me in the cemetery lot?
Is my fault? My burial im looking at on this asphalt-
When I see your ex- after you left- she lost her clue and found a cue in selling sex-
Plus she got smack- for an attitude-crack-through – a seringe tube- dying slowly-
Just the mention of your name she act like she o.d.-
Damn pa I feel like you owe me-
A goodbye- a reason why- you pushed me to the side-you hurt my pride- as that bullet caught you in my name and you died- you see you lied-
And said( para siempre)- but foever was the error you left all of your (gente)-
Oh and tommy. Don’t swet I raise him as my own- do the things you would got out the hood he got a home- you should see him he grown- since the last and first time you saw him but you didn’t just herd him through the phone-before your life dial toned-
Damn dawg I cant think how you would be filling? And if you would be proud or realized how you left life so forfilling- we even graffittied your name on our project building- with the message you had (it aint till you die you realize we need to stop the killing)
Well look I have to go now the weather aint looking to clear- wish you was here- rest in peace ill se you again next year. R.I.P

ANYONE

yo tat shit was touchin i gotta ask was tis froma personal experience or is it somtin else? verse two of unled lies comin soon

YEAH HE WAS MY MANITO A FELLOW HERMANO WHO WAS POPPED CAUSE HE WAS WHITE

tat truly fuckin sux i kno how u feel back in my hometown my friend and i both got beat up and just cause tha pepole didnt like hm tey shot him and beat tha shit out of me even more

that was up there for top shit ive read in this shit yo
keep spittin that real shit

This is iLL, everything about it... I dont critique heart felt shit, condolences man, if you want critique holla at me, I was feeling this mos def though... keep dropping the gems sun...

Peez...

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