[FONT=Tahoma]this is da story of a kid... that didnt know what he had till it was gone....

rapped fo fun.. neva really picked up da mic-
not really realizing that he wuz fucking tight-
there it was the mic neva really stood lifted-
i wish he woulda then realized he was gifted-
he was always out there boostin cars and vans-
shoulda thought twice and gave rappin a chance-
he was really bright but neva applied hisself-
he was strong and stayed in good health-
should have studied more and stayed in school-
he was actin a fool,he though are click ruled-
he had the hotts for a gurl from another crew-
we rolled to da spot... she was in clear view-
he said he wasnt afraid and had to show me-
we wuz in trouble so i stuck with my homie-
thats when shit got ugly...started the beef-
the nigga was threatening to put us to sleep-
we wasnt packin heat.. we was in trouble-
shots were fired and we rolled and tumbled-
nobody was shot so we jumped in the car-
we pulled in the alley right behind the bar-
we rolled out and they turned right back-
i wuz always tryin to prevent deadly shit like dat-
looked over at him..the was a fire in his eyes-
he then said "mark we gotta get these guys-
i said quit the beef- stay straight wit dat click-
i then said "get on dat mic man ur sic!"-
i wanted him to do that-just to pass his time-
i said"man we all know you can rhyme"-
he said" we got unfinished buisness u down?"-
i said "yea" as my smile turned to a frown-
he was my best boy i had to follow threw-
like they say"Nigga always be true"-
i stayed with him he brought the fucking heat-
we got in the car and rolled down the street-
no leaving now! i had to have his back-
he rolled up and fired on dat caddilac-
they wereshootin as i layed not knowing what to do-
then he responds and says" damn nigga shoot"-
i fired the gun for the first time ion my life-
he was hit i remember saying"jesus christ"-
two of them were wounded it got quiet-
then i say" where were you hit?"-
then no answer as he lied in the seat without sound-
then i looked over- two of then niggas was on da ground-
then he looked up! he said leave the "fucking scene"-
i was prayiong to god as my faith was redeemed-
i later recieved news he was at the hospital-
i grabed some vodka-- and drank a bottle-
he was shot and i was in bad shape-
i got there his mom was crying and it was to late-
now im sorry we pulled such a foolish act-
a couple of his other boyz got those mexicans back-
i layed in my basement crying and just thinking-
then his voices were in my head- i heard speaking-
see is he only knew the talent he had-
this story wouldnt end so sad-
but the truth is i had to learn from him-
dont know what else to say R.I.P. Tim-

i learned to use my talent- i learned from His mistake..
i want ya all to do the same-

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