Im down with this crew you let me in and feel my deep, educated words. Big ups for the welcome and if i have to spit a little to get in this one goes to Spence.
Chorous:
Bring it back slow. Feel the rhythm of life
Bring it back slow. Writing for he who took his life.
Bring it back slow. The day i heard was in shock.
Bring it back slow. The only injustic was no one could say stop, rock.
Life is hard and full of struggle.
Its hard to look at the yearbook and not stumble.
Playing football backyard and in the street.
Working McDonalds making your keep.
Economic status never kept you down.
Smoking trees to get high and now your stuck in the clouds.
Use to talk and do the walk at the high school dances.
Now i put up a bottle of jack and pour the glasses.
This ones for Spence, so go to the court and shoot a hoop.
Kid went state straight out of duluth.
Now death and shock hits all those who heard.
I was straight friends with the kid but not close,
But the kid who said hi and stayed back with pose.
Faught the internal struggle and lost his self
Im pissed and angry that he hanged himself
Crazy, messed with my mind
kid and family suffered yet there was no crime
Chorus:
The day was november 8 2004
My cell phone rang and found my buddies news just gave me a tore
Saw no signs of apathy or neglect
It was Spencer never saw him tense in front of the crew
Night was late and i was gonna play poke
Thought hell no man must be some kind of joke
Cant see it but im crying on the inside
Think of mom and pops feeling left dying and detective
Dont get angry at me for saying my perspective
Looked up ti him for the bball, football, and everything he did.
Candles touched the sky trying to give him the guide
Father give him guidance as the peeps in the ghetto dropped their guns.
The struggle the ghetto gave was hit right back in the face.
People bowed their heads and thought of his grace.
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