I remember growin up listen 2 pac and big
use 2 know every words 2 each track dat dey did
wonderin, one day, if I would ever make it big
was just a kid, now it seems like every day I'm gettin old
wake up 2 da news, another big star gone cold
not just old, its seems we loose another soul each day
I remember when jam masta "j" paved da way
And I say, when my role models died dat would be da day
anyway, i never ever fa got about ODB
even Big Pun, Soldier Slim, and Easy-E
ya see, we remember most rappers when da gone
and it takes till da dead fa da radio 2 out play dey song
its wrong, cuz da props should be given when due
its takes til da gone 2 say dat we "miss you"
even though its hard 2 say for thug niggas
so take some time, look back, and pour out a lil liquor

My angel

"My heart my soul...my love my blood"